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 Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:44 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc As Azrael's hand reached out Phantom noticed L blasted from the sky and saw Maelstrom. "Jessica, bury us now!" He yelled before he phased completely in, becoming completely immobile, but hopping to act as a weight on top of Azrael's chest. When Azrael's hand grasped Phantom's body he would find it like stone, just as unforgiving as his, but ridged instead of fleshy. Maelstrom went into a dive towards the two on her ice cloud and throw both her hands forward, each letting out a wider angel funnel of fast freezing water that overlapped with each other and seemed like a massive tidal wave descending from the air onto them. At the same time she wondered where everyone else was. Rei's beacon was the one activated and she was with the rest. How had they been separated and how far away were they? She knew Phantom had been out here but she was surprised he was the only other person here yet. She frowned as she forced her spread of ice even larger and willed the others to get here soon. Sensing that he was in danger, Azrael pushed with all his strength at Phantom's heavy body. He moved him just enough to scramble a few feet before the ice struck. He was slammed to the ground and pinned, only his head and right arm and shoulder unfrozen. "Dammit! There wasn't supposed to be any resistance. Damn dirty lying b***h." He began to use his free arm to chip at the ice, but at the angle he was frozen it was slow going. Tree branches flew over the mound as L shot into the air like an angry hornet. "******** YOU!" She shouted and rolled a giant rage filled wave of force at the flying element user. Distracted burying her current target in ice, Maelstrom had little time to react. She swept her hand to the side, trying to throw up a shield of ice. She was too late to completely block the force blast and was thrown speeding from her icy perch. A few dozen meters away where she crashed a explosion of water was seen; Maelstrom had pumped out a fountain of water and formed it into a bubble to cushion her crash. The water froze as it began to fall and instantly shattered, but still hung in the air as a cloud of ice shards as a soaked Maelstrom rose on another platform of ice. "I see you have a temper to go with that pretty face," she quipped as the cloud followed her, forming several an orbiting rings. She moved back over to where L was freeing herself. Meanwhile, the shell Zack had made melted back into the ground and Zack laid a still unconscious Rei down gently and stood. He looked at the slowly escaping Azrael as Phantom phased through the ice he had been buried at the bottom of and stood with a questioning look at Zack. "I don't know who you are, but you should leave, now," Zack said to Azrael. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will." Zack seemed calm, but a skilled reader of people could tell that he was not so placid on the inside. The grove of odd trees a dozen meters away seemed to creak and groan, almost like a wail, in concert with his strained emotions. "There is something about his body," Phantom said, "It can't be penetrated." Azrael looked back and forth between the two and frowned. "I can see I'm at a disadvantage here." He smirked at Zack. "Some one wants to get a hold of you real bad son. But I don't think you're coming with us today are you?" Up above L began having a tantrum. Waves of force rolled off of her sending large cracks racing across the ice. "I won't stop you from fighting," Azrael continued, "But I'd advise you to leave. When she gets pissy, the whole area tends to be flattened." He started to rise, the ice falling away in heavy chunks. Zack glanced at L and Maelstrom. The force waves flooded the area around L and buffeted Maelstrom life storm level winds. She held strong with her cloud of ice fanning out to absorb hits before scattering and reforming elsewhere. Even still she was being held back and her attacks could not reach L. Maelstrom was getting frustrated and it seemed like she thinking about doing something more drastic, but thought better about it. "I can empathize with that sort of temper, losing control," Zack said, then, looking at Azrael again, "like when those I care about are hurt." It seemed obvious he was referring to Rei. "I don't like fighting when it's unneeded and I don't like killing things...but I know what happens when I see red. People die, landscapes change." He paused and let the idea sink in and then repeated, "I want you to leave. I want you and your allies to never come to this place again, never even think about it." "Zack, we can't just let them go, we have to take them out now!" Maelstrom said as the air around her and L began to chill greatly with her impatience, the wind was picking up as well. "No, I'm back, that's what you were trying to do and it's done. These people aren't Eden. They may be working for them now but there is no way they know what Eden is; no mutant would work for them knowing what they want. They are going to leave and then we are going home. No one else is dying for or because of me in this place." Azrael jabbed the air in Zack's direction. "I AM NO MUTANT." he said forcefully breaking his usual calm demeanor. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Anyway, this pick up is botched. I'm out of here. Entry-" he said but cut off after glancing at Rei's prone form. The red headed young man was already gone. Of course, bail out first chance. "I'm not helping you with L. You can have her." With that he turned around and walked away. L was seething. She began to mold her will into a drill shape and force it upon Maelstrom. The nearby buildings shook and groaned from the effort. Somewhere deep inside she felt pleasure at not crushing something just by thinking of it. That this girl was withstanding her. She liked that. After all that's the only reason she was with the other two, they wouldn't die. "Time to go," Maelstrom said as L's temper seemed to be peaking. She whipped hands in circles about themselves, a flurry of wind and ice coiled up like a sphere of space taken directly from the arctic circle. As she pushed her hands forward the sphere expanded geometrically into a twisting conical blast that gave the appearance of a horizontal tornado, but a cold that almost seemed unnatural and a bitter flurry of ice that cut as much as the wind. It seemed like Maelstrom was mostly trying to throw L far from their current location more than trying to injure her lethally due to Zack's wishes.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 3:32 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Distracted burying her current target in ice, Maelstrom had little time to react. She swept her hand to the side, trying to throw up a shield of ice. She was too late to completely block the force blast and was thrown speeding from her icy perch. A few dozen meters away where she crashed a explosion of water was seen; Maelstrom had pumped out a fountain of water and formed it into a bubble to cushion her crash. The water froze as it began to fall and instantly shattered, but still hung in the air as a cloud of ice shards as a soaked Maelstrom rose on another platform of ice. "I see you have a temper to go with that pretty face," she quipped as the cloud followed her, forming several an orbiting rings. She moved back over to where L was freeing herself. Meanwhile, the shell Zack had made melted back into the ground and Zack laid a still unconscious Rei down gently and stood. He looked at the slowly escaping Azrael as Phantom phased through the ice he had been buried at the bottom of and stood with a questioning look at Zack. "I don't know who you are, but you should leave, now," Zack said to Azrael. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will." Zack seemed calm, but a skilled reader of people could tell that he was not so placid on the inside. The grove of odd trees a dozen meters away seemed to creak and groan, almost like a wail, in concert with his strained emotions. "There is something about his body," Phantom said, "It can't be penetrated." Azrael looked back and forth between the two and frowned. "I can see I'm at a disadvantage here." He smirked at Zack. "Some one wants to get a hold of you real bad son. But I don't think you're coming with us today are you?" Up above L began having a tantrum. Waves of force rolled off of her sending large cracks racing across the ice. "I won't stop you from fighting," Azrael continued, "But I'd advise you to leave. When she gets pissy, the whole area tends to be flattened." He started to rise, the ice falling away in heavy chunks. Zack glanced at L and Maelstrom. The force waves flooded the area around L and buffeted Maelstrom life storm level winds. She held strong with her cloud of ice fanning out to absorb hits before scattering and reforming elsewhere. Even still she was being held back and her attacks could not reach L. Maelstrom was getting frustrated and it seemed like she thinking about doing something more drastic, but thought better about it. "I can empathize with that sort of temper, losing control," Zack said, then, looking at Azrael again, "like when those I care about are hurt." It seemed obvious he was referring to Rei. "I don't like fighting when it's unneeded and I don't like killing things...but I know what happens when I see red. People die, landscapes change." He paused and let the idea sink in and then repeated, "I want you to leave. I want you and your allies to never come to this place again, never even think about it." "Zack, we can't just let them go, we have to take them out now!" Maelstrom said as the air around her and L began to chill greatly with her impatience, the wind was picking up as well. "No, I'm back, that's what you were trying to do and it's done. These people aren't Eden. They may be working for them now but there is no way they know what Eden is; no mutant would work for them knowing what they want. They are going to leave and then we are going home. No one else is dying for or because of me in this place." Azrael jabbed the air in Zack's direction. "I AM NO MUTANT." he said forcefully breaking his usual calm demeanor. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Anyway, this pick up is botched. I'm out of here. Entry-" he said but cut off after glancing at Rei's prone form. The red headed young man was already gone. Of course, bail out first chance. "I'm not helping you with L. You can have her." With that he turned around and walked away. L was seething. She began to mold her will into a drill shape and force it upon Maelstrom. The nearby buildings shook and groaned from the effort. Somewhere deep inside she felt pleasure at not crushing something just by thinking of it. That this girl was withstanding her. She liked that. After all that's the only reason she was with the other two, they wouldn't die. "Time to go," Maelstrom said as L's temper seemed to be peaking. She whipped hands in circles about themselves, a flurry of wind and ice coiled up like a sphere of space taken directly from the arctic circle. As she pushed her hands forward the sphere expanded geometrically into a twisting conical blast that gave the appearance of a horizontal tornado, but a cold that almost seemed unnatural and a bitter flurry of ice that cut as much as the wind. It seemed like Maelstrom was mostly trying to throw L far from their current location more than trying to injure her lethally due to Zack's wishes. L shot her hands forward, palms out, and formed a wall of force in front of her. This time she would not underestimate her foe. The win struck mightily and threatened to toss her like a rag doll, but L bent her hands into a wedge shape and cut the icy blast in twain making it flow around her. The air temperature dropped drastically and soon her breath was visible and frost began to form on her clothes and tips of her hair. "I can keep this up as long as you sugar tits!" she laughed loudly.
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Dragon Sneeze Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 8:42 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Distracted burying her current target in ice, Maelstrom had little time to react. She swept her hand to the side, trying to throw up a shield of ice. She was too late to completely block the force blast and was thrown speeding from her icy perch. A few dozen meters away where she crashed a explosion of water was seen; Maelstrom had pumped out a fountain of water and formed it into a bubble to cushion her crash. The water froze as it began to fall and instantly shattered, but still hung in the air as a cloud of ice shards as a soaked Maelstrom rose on another platform of ice. "I see you have a temper to go with that pretty face," she quipped as the cloud followed her, forming several an orbiting rings. She moved back over to where L was freeing herself. Meanwhile, the shell Zack had made melted back into the ground and Zack laid a still unconscious Rei down gently and stood. He looked at the slowly escaping Azrael as Phantom phased through the ice he had been buried at the bottom of and stood with a questioning look at Zack. "I don't know who you are, but you should leave, now," Zack said to Azrael. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will." Zack seemed calm, but a skilled reader of people could tell that he was not so placid on the inside. The grove of odd trees a dozen meters away seemed to creak and groan, almost like a wail, in concert with his strained emotions. "There is something about his body," Phantom said, "It can't be penetrated." Azrael looked back and forth between the two and frowned. "I can see I'm at a disadvantage here." He smirked at Zack. "Some one wants to get a hold of you real bad son. But I don't think you're coming with us today are you?" Up above L began having a tantrum. Waves of force rolled off of her sending large cracks racing across the ice. "I won't stop you from fighting," Azrael continued, "But I'd advise you to leave. When she gets pissy, the whole area tends to be flattened." He started to rise, the ice falling away in heavy chunks. Zack glanced at L and Maelstrom. The force waves flooded the area around L and buffeted Maelstrom life storm level winds. She held strong with her cloud of ice fanning out to absorb hits before scattering and reforming elsewhere. Even still she was being held back and her attacks could not reach L. Maelstrom was getting frustrated and it seemed like she thinking about doing something more drastic, but thought better about it. "I can empathize with that sort of temper, losing control," Zack said, then, looking at Azrael again, "like when those I care about are hurt." It seemed obvious he was referring to Rei. "I don't like fighting when it's unneeded and I don't like killing things...but I know what happens when I see red. People die, landscapes change." He paused and let the idea sink in and then repeated, "I want you to leave. I want you and your allies to never come to this place again, never even think about it." "Zack, we can't just let them go, we have to take them out now!" Maelstrom said as the air around her and L began to chill greatly with her impatience, the wind was picking up as well. "No, I'm back, that's what you were trying to do and it's done. These people aren't Eden. They may be working for them now but there is no way they know what Eden is; no mutant would work for them knowing what they want. They are going to leave and then we are going home. No one else is dying for or because of me in this place." Azrael jabbed the air in Zack's direction. "I AM NO MUTANT." he said forcefully breaking his usual calm demeanor. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Anyway, this pick up is botched. I'm out of here. Entry-" he said but cut off after glancing at Rei's prone form. The red headed young man was already gone. Of course, bail out first chance. "I'm not helping you with L. You can have her." With that he turned around and walked away. L was seething. She began to mold her will into a drill shape and force it upon Maelstrom. The nearby buildings shook and groaned from the effort. Somewhere deep inside she felt pleasure at not crushing something just by thinking of it. That this girl was withstanding her. She liked that. After all that's the only reason she was with the other two, they wouldn't die. "Time to go," Maelstrom said as L's temper seemed to be peaking. She whipped hands in circles about themselves, a flurry of wind and ice coiled up like a sphere of space taken directly from the arctic circle. As she pushed her hands forward the sphere expanded geometrically into a twisting conical blast that gave the appearance of a horizontal tornado, but a cold that almost seemed unnatural and a bitter flurry of ice that cut as much as the wind. It seemed like Maelstrom was mostly trying to throw L far from their current location more than trying to injure her lethally due to Zack's wishes. L shot her hands forward, palms out, and formed a wall of force in front of her. This time she would not underestimate her foe. The wind struck mightily and threatened to toss her like a rag doll, but L bent her hands into a wedge shape and cut the icy blast in twain making it flow around her. The air temperature dropped drastically and soon her breath was visible and frost began to form on her clothes and tips of her hair. "I can keep this up as long as you sugar tits!" she laughed loudly. "They're more like sweet-tarts," Maelstrom quipped back as she maintained her attack before her gazed turned serious. "You can stop the wind, but how long do you think it will take before you freeze? You should leave like Arbor says, I got here first because I can fly but there are two more just like Arbor and I on the way. Do you really think you could take out Phantom and four out of five of the mutants Eden wants at the same time? I don't. I think you should count yourself lucky Torch isn't one of us anymore, he doesn't know what mercy is, he'd cook you in your own skin."
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:00 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Zack glanced at L and Maelstrom. The force waves flooded the area around L and buffeted Maelstrom life storm level winds. She held strong with her cloud of ice fanning out to absorb hits before scattering and reforming elsewhere. Even still she was being held back and her attacks could not reach L. Maelstrom was getting frustrated and it seemed like she thinking about doing something more drastic, but thought better about it. "I can empathize with that sort of temper, losing control," Zack said, then, looking at Azrael again, "like when those I care about are hurt." It seemed obvious he was referring to Rei. "I don't like fighting when it's unneeded and I don't like killing things...but I know what happens when I see red. People die, landscapes change." He paused and let the idea sink in and then repeated, "I want you to leave. I want you and your allies to never come to this place again, never even think about it." "Zack, we can't just let them go, we have to take them out now!" Maelstrom said as the air around her and L began to chill greatly with her impatience, the wind was picking up as well. "No, I'm back, that's what you were trying to do and it's done. These people aren't Eden. They may be working for them now but there is no way they know what Eden is; no mutant would work for them knowing what they want. They are going to leave and then we are going home. No one else is dying for or because of me in this place." Azrael jabbed the air in Zack's direction. "I AM NO MUTANT." he said forcefully breaking his usual calm demeanor. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Anyway, this pick up is botched. I'm out of here. Entry-" he said but cut off after glancing at Rei's prone form. The red headed young man was already gone. Of course, bail out first chance. "I'm not helping you with L. You can have her." With that he turned around and walked away. L was seething. She began to mold her will into a drill shape and force it upon Maelstrom. The nearby buildings shook and groaned from the effort. Somewhere deep inside she felt pleasure at not crushing something just by thinking of it. That this girl was withstanding her. She liked that. After all that's the only reason she was with the other two, they wouldn't die. "Time to go," Maelstrom said as L's temper seemed to be peaking. She whipped hands in circles about themselves, a flurry of wind and ice coiled up like a sphere of space taken directly from the arctic circle. As she pushed her hands forward the sphere expanded geometrically into a twisting conical blast that gave the appearance of a horizontal tornado, but a cold that almost seemed unnatural and a bitter flurry of ice that cut as much as the wind. It seemed like Maelstrom was mostly trying to throw L far from their current location more than trying to injure her lethally due to Zack's wishes. L shot her hands forward, palms out, and formed a wall of force in front of her. This time she would not underestimate her foe. The wind struck mightily and threatened to toss her like a rag doll, but L bent her hands into a wedge shape and cut the icy blast in twain making it flow around her. The air temperature dropped drastically and soon her breath was visible and frost began to form on her clothes and tips of her hair. "I can keep this up as long as you sugar tits!" she laughed loudly. "They're more like sweet-tarts," Maelstrom quipped back as she maintained her attack before her gazed turned serious. "You can stop the wind, but how long do you think it will take before you freeze? You should leave like Arbor says, I got here first because I can fly but there are two more just like Arbor and I on the way. Do you really think you could take out Phantom and four out of five of the mutants Eden wants at the same time? I don't. I think you should count yourself lucky Torch isn't one of us anymore, he doesn't know what mercy is, he'd cook you in your own skin." "I'd like to see him try!" L shouted with wild fury. Secretly inside she knew that she was right, but she was just too stubborn to admit it. Besides, this girl was a major turn on for her and she just didn't want to leave. "I don't care about tree boy anyway! This is a thing between you and me. Maybe you should worry about yourself!" With visible effort she angled her hands into a cup shape and the wedge of force morphed into an bowl effectively grabbing the wind and funneling it back toward its source causing dangerous spikes in air pressure.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 2:12 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Zack glanced at L and Maelstrom. The force waves flooded the area around L and buffeted Maelstrom life storm level winds. She held strong with her cloud of ice fanning out to absorb hits before scattering and reforming elsewhere. Even still she was being held back and her attacks could not reach L. Maelstrom was getting frustrated and it seemed like she thinking about doing something more drastic, but thought better about it. "I can empathize with that sort of temper, losing control," Zack said, then, looking at Azrael again, "like when those I care about are hurt." It seemed obvious he was referring to Rei. "I don't like fighting when it's unneeded and I don't like killing things...but I know what happens when I see red. People die, landscapes change." He paused and let the idea sink in and then repeated, "I want you to leave. I want you and your allies to never come to this place again, never even think about it." "Zack, we can't just let them go, we have to take them out now!" Maelstrom said as the air around her and L began to chill greatly with her impatience, the wind was picking up as well. "No, I'm back, that's what you were trying to do and it's done. These people aren't Eden. They may be working for them now but there is no way they know what Eden is; no mutant would work for them knowing what they want. They are going to leave and then we are going home. No one else is dying for or because of me in this place." Azrael jabbed the air in Zack's direction. "I AM NO MUTANT." he said forcefully breaking his usual calm demeanor. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Anyway, this pick up is botched. I'm out of here. Entry-" he said but cut off after glancing at Rei's prone form. The red headed young man was already gone. Of course, bail out first chance. "I'm not helping you with L. You can have her." With that he turned around and walked away. L was seething. She began to mold her will into a drill shape and force it upon Maelstrom. The nearby buildings shook and groaned from the effort. Somewhere deep inside she felt pleasure at not crushing something just by thinking of it. That this girl was withstanding her. She liked that. After all that's the only reason she was with the other two, they wouldn't die. "Time to go," Maelstrom said as L's temper seemed to be peaking. She whipped hands in circles about themselves, a flurry of wind and ice coiled up like a sphere of space taken directly from the arctic circle. As she pushed her hands forward the sphere expanded geometrically into a twisting conical blast that gave the appearance of a horizontal tornado, but a cold that almost seemed unnatural and a bitter flurry of ice that cut as much as the wind. It seemed like Maelstrom was mostly trying to throw L far from their current location more than trying to injure her lethally due to Zack's wishes. L shot her hands forward, palms out, and formed a wall of force in front of her. This time she would not underestimate her foe. The wind struck mightily and threatened to toss her like a rag doll, but L bent her hands into a wedge shape and cut the icy blast in twain making it flow around her. The air temperature dropped drastically and soon her breath was visible and frost began to form on her clothes and tips of her hair. "I can keep this up as long as you sugar tits!" she laughed loudly. "They're more like sweet-tarts," Maelstrom quipped back as she maintained her attack before her gazed turned serious. "You can stop the wind, but how long do you think it will take before you freeze? You should leave like Arbor says, I got here first because I can fly but there are two more just like Arbor and I on the way. Do you really think you could take out Phantom and four out of five of the mutants Eden wants at the same time? I don't. I think you should count yourself lucky Torch isn't one of us anymore, he doesn't know what mercy is, he'd cook you in your own skin." "I'd like to see him try!" L shouted with wild fury. Secretly inside she knew that she was right, but she was just too stubborn to admit it. Besides, this girl was a major turn on for her and she just didn't want to leave. "I don't care about tree boy anyway! This is a thing between you and me. Maybe you should worry about yourself!" With visible effort she angled her hands into a cup shape and the wedge of force morphed into an bowl effectively grabbing the wind and funneling it back toward its source causing dangerous spikes in air pressure. Maelstrom frowned as L forced the attack back on her. She dropped one of her hands, causing the source of the arctic gale force assault to cut off suddenly. She did however keep one hand up, which she spread open and held up against the reflected attack. As the harsh wind and ice passed the threshold of her outstretched palm it arched around her on all sides, passing by harmlessly. The cold however passed straight through her and ice formed on her skin as its shade turned slightly pale blue from the stark drop in temperature. Maelstrom did not seem to notice the cold however and her gave remained locked on L. "So you do have a few tricks," she said. "To bad you just ran out of time." Below the two floating combatants two new females had appeared. Both adults in their young to mid twenties looking up at the two as Zack and Phantom looked busy tending to Rei. One was average height Caucasian with straw gold hair and blue eyes, though they looked to be somewhat glazed over. The other was a slightly short dark skinned girl that looks to be some mixture of Spanish and Arabian descent with jet black hair. The first woman seemed to be looking past L with her eyes, which looked a bit out of focus for where she was looking, as well as glazed. Even so, she raised both hand in the direction of L and let out a powerful sonic burst of focused sound in the middle spectrum where it would cause pain, but not cause damage. The second newcomer's upper body became enveloped in a metallic looking material with curves that fluctuated in a fashion that gave the appearance of a putty-like semi-solid; meanwhile the lower portion of her body seemed to combust, throwing her into the air like a rocket aimed at L. "I'd run," Maelstrom said she opened her palms in front her and two globes of water began to amass, continually growing more dense as she added mass and pressure. "I wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty face. Pretty sure Arbor cares more about getting Mongoose some medical attention that where you go."
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 10:26 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc "Time to go," Maelstrom said as L's temper seemed to be peaking. She whipped hands in circles about themselves, a flurry of wind and ice coiled up like a sphere of space taken directly from the arctic circle. As she pushed her hands forward the sphere expanded geometrically into a twisting conical blast that gave the appearance of a horizontal tornado, but a cold that almost seemed unnatural and a bitter flurry of ice that cut as much as the wind. It seemed like Maelstrom was mostly trying to throw L far from their current location more than trying to injure her lethally due to Zack's wishes. L shot her hands forward, palms out, and formed a wall of force in front of her. This time she would not underestimate her foe. The wind struck mightily and threatened to toss her like a rag doll, but L bent her hands into a wedge shape and cut the icy blast in twain making it flow around her. The air temperature dropped drastically and soon her breath was visible and frost began to form on her clothes and tips of her hair. "I can keep this up as long as you sugar tits!" she laughed loudly. "They're more like sweet-tarts," Maelstrom quipped back as she maintained her attack before her gazed turned serious. "You can stop the wind, but how long do you think it will take before you freeze? You should leave like Arbor says, I got here first because I can fly but there are two more just like Arbor and I on the way. Do you really think you could take out Phantom and four out of five of the mutants Eden wants at the same time? I don't. I think you should count yourself lucky Torch isn't one of us anymore, he doesn't know what mercy is, he'd cook you in your own skin." "I'd like to see him try!" L shouted with wild fury. Secretly inside she knew that she was right, but she was just too stubborn to admit it. Besides, this girl was a major turn on for her and she just didn't want to leave. "I don't care about tree boy anyway! This is a thing between you and me. Maybe you should worry about yourself!" With visible effort she angled her hands into a cup shape and the wedge of force morphed into an bowl effectively grabbing the wind and funneling it back toward its source causing dangerous spikes in air pressure. Maelstrom frowned as L forced the attack back on her. She dropped one of her hands, causing the source of the arctic gale force assault to cut off suddenly. She did however keep one hand up, which she spread open and held up against the reflected attack. As the harsh wind and ice passed the threshold of her outstretched palm it arched around her on all sides, passing by harmlessly. The cold however passed straight through her and ice formed on her skin as its shade turned slightly pale blue from the stark drop in temperature. Maelstrom did not seem to notice the cold however and her gave remained locked on L. "So you do have a few tricks," she said. "To bad you just ran out of time." Below the two floating combatants two new females had appeared. Both adults in their young to mid twenties looking up at the two as Zack and Phantom looked busy tending to Rei. One was average height Caucasian with straw gold hair and blue eyes, though they looked to be somewhat glazed over. The other was a slightly short dark skinned girl that looks to be some mixture of Spanish and Arabian descent with jet black hair. The first woman seemed to be looking past L with her eyes, which looked a bit out of focus for where she was looking, as well as glazed. Even so, she raised both hand in the direction of L and let out a powerful sonic burst of focused sound in the middle spectrum where it would cause pain, but not cause damage. The second newcomer's upper body became enveloped in a metallic looking material with curves that fluctuated in a fashion that gave the appearance of a putty-like semi-solid; meanwhile the lower portion of her body seemed to combust, throwing her into the air like a rocket aimed at L. "I'd run," Maelstrom said she opened her palms in front her and two globes of water began to amass, continually growing more dense as she added mass and pressure. "I wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty face. Pretty sure Arbor cares more about getting Mongoose some medical attention that where you go." L put up a reflexive shield to intercept the sound wave as it struck. It didn't do much, and she was shocked with a ripple of pain that made her shudder. Damn, can't stop that...She took a quick second to measure her options. Two new hot pieces of tail showed up, but that also meant she was outnumbered. And she couldn't even block one. It was time to leave as much as it pained her to realize. The cold chick was so hot too! "Not really fair don't you think? Next time let's just make it the two of us." she yelled to Maelstrom and blew a kiss. Then she dived backwards and rocketed off into the horizon at what seemed to be close to sonic speed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 11:28 pm
President Johnathan Masters of the Sigma Karna Group and Holdings stared out the window of his penthouse office to the city below. He ran a hand through his finely tuned hair, adjusted his glasses, blinked twice and turned his head to a young man in his early twenties siting in a chair seeming staring off in to space. The young man wore a suit that looked like it was taken right out of the 1920's, with a gold leaf vest and a matching fedora. After a few seconds he twitched and rolled his eyes, focusing them on his employer. "It's over." he said with finality.
Masters nodded slowly and spoke in a calm manner. "I take it from your tone that the venture was unsuccessful?"
The young man, Von was his name, stretched and rubbed his neck giving one long yawn. "Sever did drop off the package, but there was more help than was expected. The recovery team was overwhelmed as beat a swift retreat."
Again Masters nodded. "Describe the help."
Von grinned "A few we've seen before, a couple new ones. A man who can phase through matter and become invisible. A woman with icy powers of some sort. A speedster girl. She was injured. Two more at the end, one woman with maybe sonic powers? The other a woman who could change her form. Hard to say just visually. I wasn't looking close enough to read lips and get names. I wanted the whole picture."
"You did well like always." Masters replied and sat down. He began to work on paperwork, seemingly deeming the matter closed. Von took the bait.
"Boss? What's the new plan?"
Masters didn't look up as he replied. "There isn't one. This venture has cost me more than enough to continue."
Von scratched his head, and after replacing his hat he folded his arms. "Won't EDEN be upset about that?"
At the mention of the contractor's name Masters looked up. "With such little cooperation from them they were lucky to even get this far. They guard their secrets too closely than I care for." He looked down again and continued. "I only proceeded because I had the opportunity due to the incident. Now that he knows he is being hunted the amount of effort I'm willing to exude has been exceeded. EDEN can play their shadow games with another broker."
Von nodded at what seemed like sage advice. "I have one more question. Are we still going to pay Sever's fee?"
Masters stopped working and picked up a small framed photograph sitting on his desk. It had a much younger Melody holding the hands of his two daughters Felicia and Sheila who were seven if he recalled correctly. The three were at a farm festival, Melody obviously trying to inject some hometowny-ness as she called it into the strictly city only girls. They did not look amused. He smiled.
"Yes, pay it in full. As she said she completed her role."
A chuckle rolled out of Von as he grinned. "And that has nothing to do with the fact that her father was your best friend does it?"
Masters put down the picture and gave Von a mock offended face. Then he laughed. "Von my boy, that's why I keep you around. You keep me honest."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:39 am
It was dawn in Fahrenheit. The rays of morning light streaked through the half pulled curtains of Chamberlain's room, dust flitted through shafts like confused gnats. A pile of bloodied gauze and rags laid next to an exhausted and sleeping Chamberlain in his large recliner, his head resting against the side-rest.
Tara woke from her dark, dead world of slumber as she normally did, with little distress after almost thirty years of venturing their in her sleeping hours. She noted that she had been propped up into a seated position by several pillows and her injured arm had it's own pile of pillows keeping it supported. She gave a small smile as she glanced over to Chamberlain. He really did seem like a white knight to her at that moment, severely displaced from his own time when chivalry was king.
She rose from her prone position as quietly as she could, making only small groans here and there. Her arm still hurt, but should could tell it was not even a shadow of the state it had been yesterday. She noted the bucket of clean water on the stand next to the bed and slowly removed the wrappings that Chamberlain had placed there shortly before he dozed off. Underneath Tara could see she had been correct. Though the appendage felt weaker than she was used to everything had returned to its original alignment and all the pieces were back together, almost no bruising remained, only some dried blood caked along her arm.
She tested her powers then to see if their extended subconscious use over the night had worn them out. For the first moment she felt a slight atrophy when she focused her control but then, moving in unison, the dried and clotted blood soaking the gauze wrapping and along her arm streamed towards her outstretched palm where it formed a large, dark red ball. Though it started as a solid, the dead cells soon became fluid again and moved in a circular current within the now crimson orb as her own cells reacted to their master's will.
She let out a slow breath and the orb began to orbit her as she moved toward the foot of the bed and assumed the lotus position. Her breathing became slow and controlled as she quickly fell into a meditative state. Soon the orbiting sphere of blood slowed and came to a stop near her injured arm. Small, almost spider web thin spindles of the blood began to tendril off from the main body of liquid and flow towards Tara's arm. The translucent threads of blood fanned out as they approached the surface of her arm and seemed to pierce through her skin like needles delivering their contents. In truth Tara was effectively giving herself a transfusion of her own blood, which she had reanimated in a way she could only do with her own cells. It required such precise control of the injection points of the reintroduced blood that she needed to clear her mind and focus it to take in all the working parts of her arm at once as well as the mass of moving blood cells and direct them with such delicate precision. The blood ball began to shrink slowly as the process accelerated.
In a small part of the back of her mind, Tara felt the approaching presence of two peculiar individuals; one who did not seem to have a dead cell in their entire body and one who's blood....wasn't quite blood.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:35 am
liz_bliz_inc It was dawn in Fahrenheit. The rays of morning light streaked through the half pulled curtains of Chamberlain's room, dust flitted through shafts like confused gnats. A pile of bloodied gauze and rags laid next to an exhausted and sleeping Chamberlain in his large recliner, his head resting against the side-rest. Tara woke from her dark, dead world of slumber as she normally did, with little distress after almost thirty years of venturing their in her sleeping hours. She noted that she had been propped up into a seated position by several pillows and her injured arm had it's own pile of pillows keeping it supported. She gave a small smile as she glanced over to Chamberlain. He really did seem like a white knight to her at that moment, severely displaced from his own time when chivalry was king. She rose from her prone position as quietly as she could, making only small groans here and there. Her arm still hurt, but should could tell it was not even a shadow of the state it had been yesterday. She noted the bucket of clean water on the stand next to the bed and slowly removed the wrappings that Chamberlain had placed there shortly before he dozed off. Underneath Tara could see she had been correct. Though the appendage felt weaker than she was used to everything had returned to its original alignment and all the pieces were back together, almost no bruising remained, only some dried blood caked along her arm. She tested her powers then to see if their extended subconscious use over the night had worn them out. For the first moment she felt a slight atrophy when she focused her control but then, moving in unison, the dried and clotted blood soaking the gauze wrapping and along her arm streamed towards her outstretched palm where it formed a large, dark red ball. Though it started as a solid, the dead cells soon became fluid again and moved in a circular current within the now crimson orb as her own cells reacted to their master's will. She let out a slow breath and the orb began to orbit her as she moved toward the foot of the bed and assumed the lotus position. Her breathing became slow and controlled as she quickly fell into a meditative state. Soon the orbiting sphere of blood slowed and came to a stop near her injured arm. Small, almost spider web thin spindles of the blood began to tendril off from the main body of liquid and flow towards Tara's arm. The translucent threads of blood fanned out as they approached the surface of her arm and seemed to pierce through her skin like needles delivering their contents. In truth Tara was effectively giving herself a transfusion of her own blood, which she had reanimated in a way she could only do with her own cells. It required such precise control of the injection points of the reintroduced blood that she needed to clear her mind and focus it to take in all the working parts of her arm at once as well as the mass of moving blood cells and direct them with such delicate precision. The blood ball began to shrink slowly as the process accelerated. In a small part of the back of her mind, Tara felt the approaching presence of two peculiar individuals; one who did not seem to have a dead cell in their entire body and one who's blood....wasn't quite blood. Chamberlain slowly came to, the changes in light dancing on his closed eyelids saw to that. He opened his eyes slowly, and watched Tara obviously in a focused state. He didn't do anything to disturb her, he simply watched. His eyes followed her curves, traced the light lines on her face and lithe power in her taut skin. It may have been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:06 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc It was dawn in Fahrenheit. The rays of morning light streaked through the half pulled curtains of Chamberlain's room, dust flitted through shafts like confused gnats. A pile of bloodied gauze and rags laid next to an exhausted and sleeping Chamberlain in his large recliner, his head resting against the side-rest. Tara woke from her dark, dead world of slumber as she normally did, with little distress after almost thirty years of venturing their in her sleeping hours. She noted that she had been propped up into a seated position by several pillows and her injured arm had it's own pile of pillows keeping it supported. She gave a small smile as she glanced over to Chamberlain. He really did seem like a white knight to her at that moment, severely displaced from his own time when chivalry was king. She rose from her prone position as quietly as she could, making only small groans here and there. Her arm still hurt, but should could tell it was not even a shadow of the state it had been yesterday. She noted the bucket of clean water on the stand next to the bed and slowly removed the wrappings that Chamberlain had placed there shortly before he dozed off. Underneath Tara could see she had been correct. Though the appendage felt weaker than she was used to everything had returned to its original alignment and all the pieces were back together, almost no bruising remained, only some dried blood caked along her arm. She tested her powers then to see if their extended subconscious use over the night had worn them out. For the first moment she felt a slight atrophy when she focused her control but then, moving in unison, the dried and clotted blood soaking the gauze wrapping and along her arm streamed towards her outstretched palm where it formed a large, dark red ball. Though it started as a solid, the dead cells soon became fluid again and moved in a circular current within the now crimson orb as her own cells reacted to their master's will. She let out a slow breath and the orb began to orbit her as she moved toward the foot of the bed and assumed the lotus position. Her breathing became slow and controlled as she quickly fell into a meditative state. Soon the orbiting sphere of blood slowed and came to a stop near her injured arm. Small, almost spider web thin spindles of the blood began to tendril off from the main body of liquid and flow towards Tara's arm. The translucent threads of blood fanned out as they approached the surface of her arm and seemed to pierce through her skin like needles delivering their contents. In truth Tara was effectively giving herself a transfusion of her own blood, which she had reanimated in a way she could only do with her own cells. It required such precise control of the injection points of the reintroduced blood that she needed to clear her mind and focus it to take in all the working parts of her arm at once as well as the mass of moving blood cells and direct them with such delicate precision. The blood ball began to shrink slowly as the process accelerated. In a small part of the back of her mind, Tara felt the approaching presence of two peculiar individuals; one who did not seem to have a dead cell in their entire body and one who's blood....wasn't quite blood. Chamberlain slowly came to, the changes in light dancing on his closed eyelids saw to that. He opened his eyes slowly, and watched Tara obviously in a focused state. He didn't do anything to disturb her, he simply watched. His eyes followed her curves, traced the light lines on her face and lithe power in her taut skin. It may have been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Tara had just finished her work when there was a knock on the front door below. He eyes snapped open as she felt out and confirmed the presences she had felt earlier. She let out a controlled breath as she looked over to Chamberlain and noted that he was awake. "Would you mind getting that?" She asked politely, "It's friends this time, their anatomies are very...unique. I'd like to finish my meditation and give myself a final check up but I can be down shortly."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:12 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc It was dawn in Fahrenheit. The rays of morning light streaked through the half pulled curtains of Chamberlain's room, dust flitted through shafts like confused gnats. A pile of bloodied gauze and rags laid next to an exhausted and sleeping Chamberlain in his large recliner, his head resting against the side-rest. Tara woke from her dark, dead world of slumber as she normally did, with little distress after almost thirty years of venturing their in her sleeping hours. She noted that she had been propped up into a seated position by several pillows and her injured arm had it's own pile of pillows keeping it supported. She gave a small smile as she glanced over to Chamberlain. He really did seem like a white knight to her at that moment, severely displaced from his own time when chivalry was king. She rose from her prone position as quietly as she could, making only small groans here and there. Her arm still hurt, but should could tell it was not even a shadow of the state it had been yesterday. She noted the bucket of clean water on the stand next to the bed and slowly removed the wrappings that Chamberlain had placed there shortly before he dozed off. Underneath Tara could see she had been correct. Though the appendage felt weaker than she was used to everything had returned to its original alignment and all the pieces were back together, almost no bruising remained, only some dried blood caked along her arm. She tested her powers then to see if their extended subconscious use over the night had worn them out. For the first moment she felt a slight atrophy when she focused her control but then, moving in unison, the dried and clotted blood soaking the gauze wrapping and along her arm streamed towards her outstretched palm where it formed a large, dark red ball. Though it started as a solid, the dead cells soon became fluid again and moved in a circular current within the now crimson orb as her own cells reacted to their master's will. She let out a slow breath and the orb began to orbit her as she moved toward the foot of the bed and assumed the lotus position. Her breathing became slow and controlled as she quickly fell into a meditative state. Soon the orbiting sphere of blood slowed and came to a stop near her injured arm. Small, almost spider web thin spindles of the blood began to tendril off from the main body of liquid and flow towards Tara's arm. The translucent threads of blood fanned out as they approached the surface of her arm and seemed to pierce through her skin like needles delivering their contents. In truth Tara was effectively giving herself a transfusion of her own blood, which she had reanimated in a way she could only do with her own cells. It required such precise control of the injection points of the reintroduced blood that she needed to clear her mind and focus it to take in all the working parts of her arm at once as well as the mass of moving blood cells and direct them with such delicate precision. The blood ball began to shrink slowly as the process accelerated. In a small part of the back of her mind, Tara felt the approaching presence of two peculiar individuals; one who did not seem to have a dead cell in their entire body and one who's blood....wasn't quite blood. Chamberlain slowly came to, the changes in light dancing on his closed eyelids saw to that. He opened his eyes slowly, and watched Tara obviously in a focused state. He didn't do anything to disturb her, he simply watched. His eyes followed her curves, traced the light lines on her face and lithe power in her taut skin. It may have been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Tara had just finished her work when there was a knock on the front door below. He eyes snapped open as she felt out and confirmed the presences she had felt earlier. She let out a controlled breath as she looked over to Chamberlain and noted that he was awake. "Would you mind getting that?" She asked politely, "It's friends this time, their anatomies are very...unique. I'd like to finish my meditation and give myself a final check up but I can be down shortly." Chamberlain pulled himself up slowly and nodded with a smile. As he headed downstairs he made himself look slightly presentable for a man who slept in his clothes. After all he had a slight idea who would be at the door. And as he opened it he saw he was right.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:40 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc It was dawn in Fahrenheit. The rays of morning light streaked through the half pulled curtains of Chamberlain's room, dust flitted through shafts like confused gnats. A pile of bloodied gauze and rags laid next to an exhausted and sleeping Chamberlain in his large recliner, his head resting against the side-rest. Tara woke from her dark, dead world of slumber as she normally did, with little distress after almost thirty years of venturing their in her sleeping hours. She noted that she had been propped up into a seated position by several pillows and her injured arm had it's own pile of pillows keeping it supported. She gave a small smile as she glanced over to Chamberlain. He really did seem like a white knight to her at that moment, severely displaced from his own time when chivalry was king. She rose from her prone position as quietly as she could, making only small groans here and there. Her arm still hurt, but should could tell it was not even a shadow of the state it had been yesterday. She noted the bucket of clean water on the stand next to the bed and slowly removed the wrappings that Chamberlain had placed there shortly before he dozed off. Underneath Tara could see she had been correct. Though the appendage felt weaker than she was used to everything had returned to its original alignment and all the pieces were back together, almost no bruising remained, only some dried blood caked along her arm. She tested her powers then to see if their extended subconscious use over the night had worn them out. For the first moment she felt a slight atrophy when she focused her control but then, moving in unison, the dried and clotted blood soaking the gauze wrapping and along her arm streamed towards her outstretched palm where it formed a large, dark red ball. Though it started as a solid, the dead cells soon became fluid again and moved in a circular current within the now crimson orb as her own cells reacted to their master's will. She let out a slow breath and the orb began to orbit her as she moved toward the foot of the bed and assumed the lotus position. Her breathing became slow and controlled as she quickly fell into a meditative state. Soon the orbiting sphere of blood slowed and came to a stop near her injured arm. Small, almost spider web thin spindles of the blood began to tendril off from the main body of liquid and flow towards Tara's arm. The translucent threads of blood fanned out as they approached the surface of her arm and seemed to pierce through her skin like needles delivering their contents. In truth Tara was effectively giving herself a transfusion of her own blood, which she had reanimated in a way she could only do with her own cells. It required such precise control of the injection points of the reintroduced blood that she needed to clear her mind and focus it to take in all the working parts of her arm at once as well as the mass of moving blood cells and direct them with such delicate precision. The blood ball began to shrink slowly as the process accelerated. In a small part of the back of her mind, Tara felt the approaching presence of two peculiar individuals; one who did not seem to have a dead cell in their entire body and one who's blood....wasn't quite blood. Chamberlain slowly came to, the changes in light dancing on his closed eyelids saw to that. He opened his eyes slowly, and watched Tara obviously in a focused state. He didn't do anything to disturb her, he simply watched. His eyes followed her curves, traced the light lines on her face and lithe power in her taut skin. It may have been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Tara had just finished her work when there was a knock on the front door below. He eyes snapped open as she felt out and confirmed the presences she had felt earlier. She let out a controlled breath as she looked over to Chamberlain and noted that he was awake. "Would you mind getting that?" She asked politely, "It's friends this time, their anatomies are very...unique. I'd like to finish my meditation and give myself a final check up but I can be down shortly." Chamberlain pulled himself up slowly and nodded with a smile. As he headed downstairs he made himself look slightly presentable for a man who slept in his clothes. After all he had a slight idea who would be at the door. And as he opened it he saw he was right. "Hello again Mr. Chamberlain," Feral said as she looked up slightly to stare directly eye to eye. "I believe Tara found her way here sometime yesterday? Is she still with you?" She paused for a moment before adding, "Where are my social graces? This is The Artist, she has worked with me personally for many years now." As that as her que, Artist gave a short bend of her knees and bow of her head.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:46 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc It was dawn in Fahrenheit. The rays of morning light streaked through the half pulled curtains of Chamberlain's room, dust flitted through shafts like confused gnats. A pile of bloodied gauze and rags laid next to an exhausted and sleeping Chamberlain in his large recliner, his head resting against the side-rest. Tara woke from her dark, dead world of slumber as she normally did, with little distress after almost thirty years of venturing their in her sleeping hours. She noted that she had been propped up into a seated position by several pillows and her injured arm had it's own pile of pillows keeping it supported. She gave a small smile as she glanced over to Chamberlain. He really did seem like a white knight to her at that moment, severely displaced from his own time when chivalry was king. She rose from her prone position as quietly as she could, making only small groans here and there. Her arm still hurt, but should could tell it was not even a shadow of the state it had been yesterday. She noted the bucket of clean water on the stand next to the bed and slowly removed the wrappings that Chamberlain had placed there shortly before he dozed off. Underneath Tara could see she had been correct. Though the appendage felt weaker than she was used to everything had returned to its original alignment and all the pieces were back together, almost no bruising remained, only some dried blood caked along her arm. She tested her powers then to see if their extended subconscious use over the night had worn them out. For the first moment she felt a slight atrophy when she focused her control but then, moving in unison, the dried and clotted blood soaking the gauze wrapping and along her arm streamed towards her outstretched palm where it formed a large, dark red ball. Though it started as a solid, the dead cells soon became fluid again and moved in a circular current within the now crimson orb as her own cells reacted to their master's will. She let out a slow breath and the orb began to orbit her as she moved toward the foot of the bed and assumed the lotus position. Her breathing became slow and controlled as she quickly fell into a meditative state. Soon the orbiting sphere of blood slowed and came to a stop near her injured arm. Small, almost spider web thin spindles of the blood began to tendril off from the main body of liquid and flow towards Tara's arm. The translucent threads of blood fanned out as they approached the surface of her arm and seemed to pierce through her skin like needles delivering their contents. In truth Tara was effectively giving herself a transfusion of her own blood, which she had reanimated in a way she could only do with her own cells. It required such precise control of the injection points of the reintroduced blood that she needed to clear her mind and focus it to take in all the working parts of her arm at once as well as the mass of moving blood cells and direct them with such delicate precision. The blood ball began to shrink slowly as the process accelerated. In a small part of the back of her mind, Tara felt the approaching presence of two peculiar individuals; one who did not seem to have a dead cell in their entire body and one who's blood....wasn't quite blood. Chamberlain slowly came to, the changes in light dancing on his closed eyelids saw to that. He opened his eyes slowly, and watched Tara obviously in a focused state. He didn't do anything to disturb her, he simply watched. His eyes followed her curves, traced the light lines on her face and lithe power in her taut skin. It may have been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Tara had just finished her work when there was a knock on the front door below. He eyes snapped open as she felt out and confirmed the presences she had felt earlier. She let out a controlled breath as she looked over to Chamberlain and noted that he was awake. "Would you mind getting that?" She asked politely, "It's friends this time, their anatomies are very...unique. I'd like to finish my meditation and give myself a final check up but I can be down shortly." Chamberlain pulled himself up slowly and nodded with a smile. As he headed downstairs he made himself look slightly presentable for a man who slept in his clothes. After all he had a slight idea who would be at the door. And as he opened it he saw he was right. "Hello again Mr. Chamberlain," Feral said as she looked up slightly to stare directly eye to eye. "I believe Tara found her way here sometime yesterday? Is she still with you?" She paused for a moment before adding, "Where are my social graces? This is The Artist, she has worked with me personally for many years now." As that as her que, Artist gave a short bend of her knees and bow of her head. "Yes, it's nice to meet you." Chamberlain replied. He stepped aside and motioned them to enter. "She's just upstairs, giving herself a check up." He smiled respectfully as Feral. "I'm glad we are meeting again under much less dire circumstances. Well, immediate circumstances at least."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:18 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc It was dawn in Fahrenheit. The rays of morning light streaked through the half pulled curtains of Chamberlain's room, dust flitted through shafts like confused gnats. A pile of bloodied gauze and rags laid next to an exhausted and sleeping Chamberlain in his large recliner, his head resting against the side-rest. Tara woke from her dark, dead world of slumber as she normally did, with little distress after almost thirty years of venturing their in her sleeping hours. She noted that she had been propped up into a seated position by several pillows and her injured arm had it's own pile of pillows keeping it supported. She gave a small smile as she glanced over to Chamberlain. He really did seem like a white knight to her at that moment, severely displaced from his own time when chivalry was king. She rose from her prone position as quietly as she could, making only small groans here and there. Her arm still hurt, but should could tell it was not even a shadow of the state it had been yesterday. She noted the bucket of clean water on the stand next to the bed and slowly removed the wrappings that Chamberlain had placed there shortly before he dozed off. Underneath Tara could see she had been correct. Though the appendage felt weaker than she was used to everything had returned to its original alignment and all the pieces were back together, almost no bruising remained, only some dried blood caked along her arm. She tested her powers then to see if their extended subconscious use over the night had worn them out. For the first moment she felt a slight atrophy when she focused her control but then, moving in unison, the dried and clotted blood soaking the gauze wrapping and along her arm streamed towards her outstretched palm where it formed a large, dark red ball. Though it started as a solid, the dead cells soon became fluid again and moved in a circular current within the now crimson orb as her own cells reacted to their master's will. She let out a slow breath and the orb began to orbit her as she moved toward the foot of the bed and assumed the lotus position. Her breathing became slow and controlled as she quickly fell into a meditative state. Soon the orbiting sphere of blood slowed and came to a stop near her injured arm. Small, almost spider web thin spindles of the blood began to tendril off from the main body of liquid and flow towards Tara's arm. The translucent threads of blood fanned out as they approached the surface of her arm and seemed to pierce through her skin like needles delivering their contents. In truth Tara was effectively giving herself a transfusion of her own blood, which she had reanimated in a way she could only do with her own cells. It required such precise control of the injection points of the reintroduced blood that she needed to clear her mind and focus it to take in all the working parts of her arm at once as well as the mass of moving blood cells and direct them with such delicate precision. The blood ball began to shrink slowly as the process accelerated. In a small part of the back of her mind, Tara felt the approaching presence of two peculiar individuals; one who did not seem to have a dead cell in their entire body and one who's blood....wasn't quite blood. Chamberlain slowly came to, the changes in light dancing on his closed eyelids saw to that. He opened his eyes slowly, and watched Tara obviously in a focused state. He didn't do anything to disturb her, he simply watched. His eyes followed her curves, traced the light lines on her face and lithe power in her taut skin. It may have been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Tara had just finished her work when there was a knock on the front door below. He eyes snapped open as she felt out and confirmed the presences she had felt earlier. She let out a controlled breath as she looked over to Chamberlain and noted that he was awake. "Would you mind getting that?" She asked politely, "It's friends this time, their anatomies are very...unique. I'd like to finish my meditation and give myself a final check up but I can be down shortly." Chamberlain pulled himself up slowly and nodded with a smile. As he headed downstairs he made himself look slightly presentable for a man who slept in his clothes. After all he had a slight idea who would be at the door. And as he opened it he saw he was right. "Hello again Mr. Chamberlain," Feral said as she looked up slightly to stare directly eye to eye. "I believe Tara found her way here sometime yesterday? Is she still with you?" She paused for a moment before adding, "Where are my social graces? This is The Artist, she has worked with me personally for many years now." As that as her que, Artist gave a short bend of her knees and bow of her head. "Yes, it's nice to meet you." Chamberlain replied. He stepped aside and motioned them to enter. "She's just upstairs, giving herself a check up." He smiled respectfully as Feral. "I'm glad we are meeting again under much less dire circumstances. Well, immediate circumstances at least." "I can only assume you are talking about what this city's mayor is trying to accomplish in your backyard," Feral said as the two women entered Chamberlain's restaurant area. "I have seen many of his ilk try to appear the people's champion during my time, for various reasons and using various pretenses. Using people's fear in the unknown and the different is not the most imaginative mechanism but it is undoubtedly a most effective one." Artist seated herself at the table nearest to the staircase, but Feral remained standing. She inhaled deeply through her nose before stated, "It seems we were not your only recent visitors; you've been very popular the last day or so haven't you?" She looked at one of the tables, the one where Warpath and Omen had been sitting and noticed the hand print that Warpath had pressed into the wood moments before she had left. "I hope your last two visitors did not cause too much trouble. I imagine Omen mentioned his displeasure with your Mayor as well. I'm worried just where all this is going, I haven't seen a situation like this arise where both sides were so poised to destroy the others with each having enough power to do as much damage as this could come to. As someone who has been trying to move the societies of this world towards less corruption and more stability for as long as I have, it's extremely disturbing to know it could take just this one man to stir up a hornets nest that even he doesn't realize." Feral sighed before she asked, "And what of you Mr. Chamberlain? Where you planning on doing something about this or have you not decided yet?"
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Dragon Sneeze Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 5:23 pm
liz_bliz_inc "I can only assume you are talking about what this city's mayor is trying to accomplish in your backyard," Feral said as the two women entered Chamberlain's restaurant area. "I have seen many of his ilk try to appear the people's champion during my time, for various reasons and using various pretenses. Using people's fear in the unknown and the different is not the most imaginative mechanism but it is undoubtedly a most effective one." Artist seated herself at the table nearest to the staircase, but Feral remained standing. She inhaled deeply through her nose before stated, "It seems we were not your only recent visitors; you've been very popular the last day or so haven't you?" She looked at one of the tables, the one where Warpath and Omen had been sitting and noticed the hand print that Warpath had pressed into the wood moments before she had left. "I hope your last two visitors did not cause too much trouble. I imagine Omen mentioned his displeasure with your Mayor as well. I'm worried just where all this is going, I haven't seen a situation like this arise where both sides were so poised to destroy the others with each having enough power to do as much damage as this could come to. As someone who has been trying to move the societies of this world towards less corruption and more stability for as long as I have, it's extremely disturbing to know it could take just this one man to stir up a hornets nest that even he doesn't realize." Feral sighed before she asked, "And what of you Mr. Chamberlain? Where you planning on doing something about this or have you not decided yet?" A serious look fell down on Chamberlain's face. "As a matter of fact I was hoping to leave here as soon as Tara is able. I have a unshakable feeling that Snyder is making his move even as we speak. I have a safe location sussed out to begin stages of a counter movement." He looked imploringly at the obviously unconcerned faces and frowned. "Please, you have to understand. Snyder seems like some two bit crook that you've seen hundreds of times, but that man is like a puzzle box. He's had the ability and the means to become more than a single city mafia boss for at least a decade and yet was content to sit by and cause relatively little damage. Now something has gotten him moving, whether some outside force or not he's making a power grab and anyone who thinks they are above him or smarter than him is inviting disaster."
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