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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:05 pm
((OOC: Hi guys. Sorry for the absence, as well as any incoherencies in this post - I've been flat on my back with the flu for four days and am still not out of the woods. And the stupid Advil is no longer having any effect. >.<))
When she stirred, when she began to wake, all she knew was pain.
At first, she couldn't even remember her own name, not exactly. The burning, the aching in her joints and especially her neck - oh God, around her neck - was distracting her from any intelligent thoughts whatsoever. What was her name again? Who was she? She stirred a bit, lying on her side even though it hurt because she couldn't lie on her back. Something felt squished when she did that, almost like when she'd fallen asleep with a ponytail still in. Before. That had been before.
Was there a before, an after? She couldn't know. All she felt was the pain, so deep and wide it went beyond agony. With something between a whimper and a scream, she lifted her own hand to her lips, bit down viciously. Not so much to get out this strange sourceless anger - if sourceless it was - as to distract herself. Here was pain she could control, and she had a sense that whoever she was
(Hellspawn)
liked pain, as long as she could control it.
And there, there it was. It still hurt viciously, still hurt like hell but at least she could remember her own damned name now. She was Kita, Kita Caoimhe Rowan, called Hellspawn - called, heck, she was Hellspawn now - and she was hurting like she couldn't remember ever hurting before. The pins, she remembered suddenly. The pins, the collar. Was that what hurt so? Cautiously, she attempted to lift the arm she hadn't bitten and nearly screamed. Right. She'd been shot. And it hurt like a witch. Had she really thought that a good idea? How stupid could she be?
When her dark eyes blinked open at last, she found a man hovering by her bedside - cotside, rather - muttering in Russian into what appeared to be a microphone of some sort. Maybe dictating her care for the next few days. Maybe issuing orders. Maybe just talking about his sexual fantasies with his girlfriend. How did she know? She didn't speak Russian.
The strangest thing was that the man seemed to...shine, somehow. No colours, not exactly. He just seemed to shine, a soft glow - like what Hellspawn imagined angels would look like (not that she would ever know, if things kept going this way). That inner light showing to all around them. And that wasn't a thought she would normally have about any Russian in this compound. Curiously, she glanced down at herself. Yeah, the pins were in. She'd thought they might be.
At that moment, the man glanced up. With a little smile - was he smiling for her? - he spoke in Russian. Helplessly, she shrugged. "I don't...understand you," she muttered, the Irish lilt becoming more pronounced. Her grating, rusty voice horrified her, but the man's eyes lit in comprehension and he spoke again, in English this time.
"It was a foolish risk you took, Kita," he said. Had any of the researchers used her name before? She'd thought none of them knew it. Bizarre. "I understand that you're bored, you're frustrated. But you know better. Soon you'll be able to get that anger out, you realize that. You're a smart girl."
That soft light seemed to intensify, almost. Not enough to hurt her eyes, but enough to dazzle her a little. Was he really a researcher? No, he couldn't be. None of them could smile with such warmth, sound so caring, have that little aura of light. None of them would use her name.
"Are you...?" she began, and then the dizziness seemed to swirl in her head, making her close her eyes again. The question echoed in her mind, however, loud as a scream.
Are you an angel?
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 10:25 pm
 Isabella saw Eriko move her body away from almost crashing into Serah. It seemed that the Japanese was marking her as her target, instead of Serah.
Did this mean the two Axom were on the same team? Defending eachother in an effort to win an overall battle against her? These were certainly the thoughts that rumbled around in Isabella's head as she watched the Japanese angel head her way.
But then it seemed that Isabella's own action had worked. That spreading her wings to cause a reflection had temporarily blinded the angel and may have resulted in a missed target. This thought was concluded by watching the Axom close her eyes at the light shinging on her.
But the attack did not cease. Instead, Eriko kept coming to Isabella, inching closer and closer, until finally, her eyes opened again and her body's intentions were apparent.
Bracing herself for a hit, Isabella threw up her arms in an effort to grab Eriko by her feet and throw her onto the ground.
((short post, I know. Action posts for me are usually short because I want to see the reaction of others.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 2:52 pm
 Sera hit the nameless Axom full-on with her head, making her ears ring and filling her vision with turquoise. Some part of her mind felt a primal euphoria on impact, and her soul sitting in a corner somewhere moaned and felt the pain the body did not. The Asian had been easy to hit, according to the data-processing mind. All it had to do was set a point some feet below where the other Axom was and fly towards that, to cross paths and thus collide. Sera had the advantage of a smidgen of height, so she propelled them both downward at an angle. Her wings opened quickly to make sure she kept control. Air filled them with sudden speed and she was jerked back, the extra muscles in her back straining.
She didn't wait to see what happened to the nameless turquoise Axom. In fact, she'd already forgotten about her. The objective had been switched. Izzy had yet to be engaged, said the collar. Sera wheeled in the air, wanting to do a sweeping dive, but didn't get the chance. She hadn't seen the Spanish Axom open her wings to reflect, do the amount of light that entered her eyes was total and positively stunning. Her command-and-execute brain lacked the intuition to think Izzy might pull something, and from its corner, the soul harangued the body. The body had no comment, for it was trying to rapidly course-correct before hitting the floor.
This plan failed, though it was successful in slowing her enough so that when she dropped, it was on her side. Her head bounced on the concrete with a crack, but only an annoying amount of pain registered.
In truth, Sera had actually cracked her skull. There was blood in her hair. She didn't notice it, though, because the objective was Izzy. A scientist standing nearby was watching intently, and when he saw how something in her hair caught the light and gleamed, it made him curious. Very slowly he advanced for a closer look from behind, while Nailbiter spread her wings threateningly at Izzy.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 10:16 pm
Eriko and Izzy never touched each other; Sera beat the Japanese to the punch. She had just opened up and prepared to make her strike when Sera came crashing down from above, striking Eriko in the middle of her back.
Struck and unprepared, she veered sharply off course. Reflex curled her wings back tight, hoping to minimize any harm they might receive. When Fuminaga landed, it was on her side, arms prepared to break her fall. She succeeded in this endeavor and one other that had been unintended: Striking the concrete with such force dislocated her left shoulder and formed a hairline fracture in her radius (the outer forearm bone for anyone unfamiliar with the skeletal nomenclature). She winced, the body's natural reaction, but beneath the cloudy haze of drugs Eriko felt only the slightest tinge of discomfort in her shoulder and a dull throb near her elbow.
In her attempt to stand again, the 'nameless' Angel instead face-planted, her arm incapable of supporting the effort. Again she winced at the impact, but no serious damage was done, and so nothing of true worth ever reached the dulled sense receptors in Eriko's brain. Round two found the Japanese girl rolling onto her right side and pushing herself into a crouch before rising again. She sagged slightly and her left arm hung limply at her side, but her suddenly aggressive mind urged her to strike again: the only requirement was that her target be Sera or Isabella.
For the moment, Eriko bade her time, watching for an opening, waiting until there was an opportunity to strike despite her disadvantaged state.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 10:59 pm
Isabella waited for the crash.
Waited and waited, but none came. Her wings still open wide to continue reflecting light, she put her arms down and saw another crash instead, this one consisting of Eriko and Sera. An evil smirk played across her face. Perfect.
Both the Angels seemed to be injured in one way or anything, and this was going to be helpful to Isabella greatly. Her command was still fresh in her mind, her target solely Sera. So, making her way towards the Axom, Isabella broke out into a sprint, charging for the other Angel, ready to attack her with an assualt of kicks and punches, but also preparing to dodge and move away from any attack that Sera could have thrown back at her.
Then again, the line of red moving down her head proved to be towards Isabella's advantage.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 12:17 pm
She must have fallen asleep again, because when she woke, the angel was now standing at the foot of her bed, arguing with someone. Funny, she hadn't thought angels argued with anyone. Then she turned her head slightly in an attempt to see them better. It was one of the scientists, she realized dully, feeling a surge of cold anger. Not much more than usual upon seeing one of them, so Kita didn't consider it very strange. But the urge to go after her, to attack her for daring to argue with Kita's angel, was much stronger than even Hellspawn thought usual.
Must be a side effect of the pain, she thought.
It obviously wasn't meant for her to hear - they were arguing in Russian, and in low voices, although they could have been screaming and Kita still wouldn't have understood a word. The scientist was gesturing at her and snarling something, and the angel was resolutely shaking his head. He seemed very firm on whatever point he was trying to make. Restlessly, Kita stirred and attempted to sit up, but even shifting to make the move hurt - enough so that she gave a low moan of pain and closed her eyes for a moment against the sudden blasts throughout her body.
The angel pointed at her and snapped something in Russian, still speaking to the scientist. When the woman glanced over at her, Kita's dark eyes narrowed briefly. She knew she didn't cut a particularly threatening figure at the moment, but...
The woman threw up her hands, said something icily to the angel, and stalked out. Kita's angel waited until the door slammed, and then went back to her bedside and gently picked up her hand, taking her pulse. "My apologies," he said easily, not sounding at all put out by his earlier arguments - and Kita knew that when the scientists had arguments, they loved to take out their bad moods on the Axoms. "I was hoping you wouldn't witness that."
"What did--?" Kita began wearily.
The angel continued smoothly. "She was hoping you might be able to join your fellows in practicing with these new objects here," he nodded at the pins in her, "in a moment or two. I found some difficulty in explaining to her that a gunshot wound is not just worked off, not even for you. While the healing abilities of you and your friends are really remarkable, you'll still need to wait at least half an hour before you'll be able to join them." He smiled. "I might be able to stretch it to more. We'll see."
Bizarrely, Kita felt her lips curve briefly. She was smiling. She was smiling, and it wasn't because she was picturing burning this place to the ground. She was smiling because she was...happy? To be talking to someone? Someone, moreover, who was a worker here? She shook her head. It was like the entire world was turning upside-down.
"Try to go back to sleep now," the angel said. "I just need to step out for a moment. I'll be back to check on you soon." Kita merely nodded and let her eyes close again. When she heard his footsteps, they snapped open once more. She turned her head to examine the pins.
Practicing with them, were they? What, exactly, did they do?
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 9:39 am
The break in Sera's head would be ignored until she became physically unable to fight. Until then, she was taking action. her vision had become twice as shattered as before, but the dizzying fragments were each much sharper and magnified differently. Running Izzy was a jumbled of deep blue eye and skin shards. Nailbiter could see a pulsing temple here, a foot there. Every thing held an indescribable glamour in its clarity and chaos.
Although, Sera wasn't appreciating her magical vision. It was just a tool for her mind. The biggest fragments were of her neck and other weak points. She tensed, fingers curling until the nails dug into her palms.
There was red blood on her neck and face, and now the scientist had realized what was wrong. He ran over to a group of others and began whispering, pointing with a bony finger at her. She didn't notice. One called a guard over with a shout and informed him. He switched guns, loading a brightly feathered dart into the barrel. He lifted it to fire, but a scientist put her hand on the gun and pushed it down. They wanted to watch for a moment.
Not missing a beat, Sera pulled her fist back and gave a savage cry as she swung a punch for Izzy's fast approaching jaw. Her aim was bad and consciousness unraveling, but nothing took away from the force of her superhuman punch. Nailbiter was mad, a cold fury that made her temple pulse and her jaw set.
The guard had his finger on the trigger and eye in the sight, aiming unfaltering for Sera's red-stained neck. The researchers stood behind him, feet shuffling, fingers tapping, each wanting to have her laid out before she died but needed to see the fight unfold. The closest thing to being emotionally torn they'd even get to.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 3:12 pm
It couldn't have been more than a few minutes later that the angel was standing at the door again, looking at her regretfully as two of the scientists came in. One of them snarled at him in Russian and Kita's eyes narrowed. They just pushed and pushed at her tenuous control. The other one gestured coldly to her. "Get up," she snapped - it was the scientist from earlier. "We are returning to the labs."
A kind of calm lassitude settled over Kita. Meeting the woman's eyes calmly, she said quietly, nodding at her angel, "Not until he says." It sounded like a childish dare - Make me. But it wasn't. Kita simply couldn't conceive of doing something without her angel's consent. And that must have communicated itself to the scientists, as they traded slow glances. At one another, then at her, then at the pins in her body.
"Bonding," muttered the female scientist, looking ever more annoyed. "That only happened with two of the test subjects."
The male shrugged and replied in Russian, making the woman narrow her eyes at him. Gesturing to Hellspawn, she looked coolly over at Kita's angel. "You'll be coming too," she told him.
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Bonding.
Kita had gone with the scientists, perfectly willing, as long as her angel came along with them. Now they stood at the base of the stairwell. Kita could see the other Winged Ones - she noticed that one of them was hurt, and that none of them looked quite themselves. She had not lost all mental control, she did not immediately want to hurt them just because they were there.
But she was not herself, either.
The scientist - the male one, this time - spoke to her angel, who looked very displeased with something. They were speaking in Russian, which of course was still over Kita's head, but her angel seemed to be refusing to do something that the scientists wanted him to do. Hellspawn didn't like that they were pushing it, but her attention was still mostly on the fight in the centre. She wanted to do something about it, but couldn't quite think of what.
At last, with something very like a growl, the female scientist turned to her. "Go," she said icily. "Fight."
Kita merely blinked at her uncomprehendingly. Then, immediately, she turned her dark eyes on her angel, who looked very tired. She tilted her head, as though asking him to confirm. The young man nodded. "Go ahead, Kita," he said - softly, unwillingly. "Listen to her."
Settled, Hellspawn glanced over her shoulder at the scientist, who pointed at Isabella. "Go," she repeated.
Kita's black wings unfolded, and her dark eyes turned towards Izzy. With never a blink - her arm no longer hurt; the bullet wound seemed to have faded into nothing - she took off, her gaze calmly set on the other Winged One.
Had she looked back, she would have seen the quiet anguish in her angel's face as he watched her fly towards the others.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 9:08 pm
This was just too easy.
Charging towards Sera, Isabella grew a smirk on her face -just slightly- as she read her target's body language, her confidence growing. The one only known to her as Nailbiter seemed very dazed, very confused. To Isabella, anyway.
And her suspicions were confirmed when a sound to the side of her was a 'click'. The guards were waiting for someone to faulter, to shoot them down, but who?
No. Not Isabella. Why? She was only following orders, her body objecting to shouts and screams to not lay another hand on Serah, as she felt a small burning sensation run through her veins. It was then that she realized that she was doing right. She must have been. The only one who looked in distress was Sera, bleeding and obviously dillusional, and so Isabella concluded that her own person was safe -for now, anyway.
How sad. Such a giving, loving person such as Isabella was now being driven by some mysterious mixture of chemicals to harm the only other beings on this earth who could truely understand her pain. And the only thought that was running through her brain was how to attack, and how to stay alive.
The space between the two Winged Ones finally closed in, and still with a smirk on her face, Isabella took Sera's hit. The confindence that was built up in her attack-ego told her that the misguided hit would not make much of an impact. And it didn't.
Isabella's head turned softly to the side, an indication of actually being hit with all credit to the laws of physics. But that was it. It felt as if, Sera had laied her hand against the other's cheek, nothing more, nothing less.
This only made Isabella's chemical-driven ego stronger, larger. Her original plan still in tact, Isabella returned Sera's hit for an identical one, except she was focused.
Something flashed in the corner of her eye just then, ceasing the barrage of attacks previously planned against Nailbiter. Something black was moving towards them, fast. It didn't take long for Isabella to register the object as a threat, and quickly, her white feathered wings snapped to open wide. Her foot hit hard on the ground before her and Isabella kicked the ground in a motion that would send her leaping backwards. Instead of landing on the floor however, Isabella batted her wings, lifting herself up and away from the two Axoms, trying to grab a better veiw of what the new presence was bringing to the battlefield.
And if this new threat was going to intercept Isabella from claiming her prey, well... that just won't be tolerated.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 10:57 am
As Isabella took flight, Eriko lurched forward and stopped after only one step. These drugs were powerful, perhaps the strongest man-made chemical ever, but they couldn't entirely numb this Winged One. The Japanese was undeniably strong-willed, and would fight this battle until victory or incapacitation. This mental war with herself was without question the most difficult thing she had ever endured. Constantly, her thoughts were bouncing back and forth between her next maneuver and the evil that coursed through her veins.
It all paid off, though. In the last few minutes she had learned that it was best to focus on her five senses and basic motor control. Slowly, the wall between Eriko's consciousness and her senses was being worn away, and the difference was obvious to her. With that one step she had felt a widespread tingling in her shoulder and upper arm. Now that she looked, Fuminaga became aware that it was indeed dislocated. For once, all of her agreed: that had to be fixed.
With her functioning hand she grasped just above the elbow of her left arm and tugged with as much force as she could muster. A clearly audible cluster of pops signified that she had succeeded. The body winced, but Eriko only faintly registered the sharp pain as it stabbed into that wall of numbness to reach her brain's receptors.
Lifting her arm in attempt to test its viability as a weapon in the future engagement, Eriko was met with a mild resistance to bringing it horizontal. It slightly angered her, or rather the drugs stimulated the brain to simulate excitement of an aggressive nature.
She lunged upward, ignoring the form of Isabella as it launched right past her. It was a small arc, meant only to give Fuminaga extra momentum for the dizzying haymaker she was prepared to deal with her left fist. The Winged One came down left arm drawn back and swung a mere second before she would touch down.
The shot was aimed poorly and connected with Sera's clavicle. Eriko Fuminaga was now very aware of the fracture in her arm, now that it had almost snapped clear in half. The Japanese girl's body, whether or not she wanted it to, was beginning to shut down with this sudden surge of damages. She dropped to her knees, the brain attempting to strip her of consciousness. Eriko must not have struck Sera very hard for the other Winged One was still within arm's reach; she knew because as she fell, she clutched desperately to "Nailbiter's" thigh. It was no use though.
Eriko collapsed on her shoulder, sending another pulse of adrenaline, drugs, and euphoria-inducing chemicals through her system. With a faint groan she rolled onto her stomach and began fighting her way onto her feet. These drugs must have been concocted by a damn fool, because for a second time the Japanese Angel forgot she had broken her arm and attempted to rise. Again, she faceplanted. This time, however, she did not make a second attempt. She was feeling extremely tired, her body trying to overcome the drugs. Her right hand scrabbled for purchase; anything that could be grabbed and tightly held would have been wonderful right then.
It was perhaps a great sweep of luck and irony that Eriko had injured herself so severely: without it, she would have gone on to wreak havoc upon others that she considered to be her nearest allies. As well, she would not have been able to overcome the power of these stimulants without it. With the body's natural functions now working against the foreign substance and thus aiding Eriko's endeavors, she was able to surpass its control for a short period of time. Lifting her head to glance at Sera, she was going to say, "I'm sorry." Caught in this abused state, her mind reeling, and her senses all out of whack, what came out of the Axom's mouth was, "How beautiful." She stared on for just short of another two seconds before succumbing to her body's demands.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:56 pm
((OOC: Short. Sorry!))
Kita's intent was unreadable as Isabella turned and rose so that they were on equal ground. Her eyes, and indeed her entire expression, were perfectly calm, with no hint of either rage or excitement. She looked, in fact, perhaps more sane than she did on a regular basis. There was no rage, no hate in her. She was going after Isabella only because the woman had told her to, and it was her angel's wish that she obey the woman at this time.
If anyone had asked her what was wrong with her, she would have been entirely surprised by the question. To her own mind, she was entirely herself, entirely usual, entirely normal - perhaps a little less inclined to wish to kill everyone she saw, but that could be ascribed to the pain. Pain did funny things to people, and even though she no longer felt it, it was possible that she was in shock, wasn't it? Of course it was.
Although it seemed strange to her that the angel wanted her to attack anyone, or even to obey someone who wanted her to attack someone, she could easily justify it once she'd seen Sera. The angel didn't want her to attack Isabella; the angel wanted her to protect Sera. Perfectly reasonable, perfectly understandable.
And oh God, she was already justifying listening to the man's every word.
She upped her speed slightly, moving towards Isabella. Her intention was not to kill - the angel had not asked her to kill, and she had heard his reluctance when he'd told her to obey the woman who had asked her to fight. She was merely going for the incapacitation, to keep Isabella from attacking Sera. At least, that was what she thought she was going for at the moment - it was entirely possible that her plans would change once she actually reached the other Winged One.
On the ground, the female scientist turned to Kita's angel. "Once the other one attacks the subject," she said, her voice perfectly, coldly modulated, "you will instruct it to stop fighting. You will tell it not to hurt the other one. I wish to see how far your control over it extends."
The man opened his mouth to object. "She'll get hurt," he pointed out. "Isabella has no one controlling her."
"Precisely," the woman said flatly. "I wish to see if the subject's imposed need to listen to you will outweigh its natural instinct to defend itself. We must know how far the control will go. You will tell it to stop fighting once the other one attacks." The subject closed as far as she was concerned, she walked to a better position to take notes.
Only once he was sure she could no longer hear did the man mutter, "Her. Not it. Her," and turn his attention back to Kita and Isabella.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 9:23 pm
Well, this was turning out well.
The shadow she had caught earlier in the corner of her eye was finally registered as the angel known only to her as Hellspawn. Of course, her chemical and rage driven brain registered the angel as something else: a threat.
Why was it that Isabella had given up her self-control too easily? When all other Axom seemed to be fighting an internal war with themselves while fighting an external battle, Isabella's motions never seemed to faulter in judgement, to lose conciousness of the task at hand. Could anyone blame her? Was there really anything she could do about this? Maybe, sub-conciously, Isabella found it easier to jsut let the chemicals take over her system. Though, lets not mistake this slight turn of events as a surrender to the researchers. Never.
No, this was more like the human concept of fight or flight. In this case, Isabella was faced with two choices for survival. One would be to succumb to the drugs, to the tests, and to become the perfect pawn the Russain scientists urged her to be. The other, would be to fight against this unknown chemical factor and be dealt with accordingly by the guards for her resistance. Would it be her fault that the drugs were not powerful enough to control her entirely? Of course not. It was a trail run after all.
But that didn't mean the guards wouldn't find any excuse to inflict pain upon the sun-kissed angel.
So, having made a desicion she her self was unaware of, Isabella fought. Though at the moment, things seemed to be getting a bit complicated. Hellspawn had not been in the equation before and had now somewhat randomly returned to meet the graces of the Axom. Sera, or Nailbiter as she was so often called, -as well as Isabella's inital target- was now being pursued by Eriko, the Japanese Angel without a name.
Putting her head back in the game, Isabella turned her attention from the two angels on the ground, to the one flying towards her in the air, Hellspawn. It seemed that Hellspawn was to pursue disarming Isabella.
She could try.
Turning her full body towards the other, another thought occured to her. Was Isabella the only one who was not seriously injured? She certainly had taken a few hits, the latest one by Nailbiter in an almost failed attempt to retaliate, but she hadn't lost any blood -if you don't count the precious encounter with the guards before the battle began-. But still. Hellspawn had been shot, Sera was un-offically being targeted by most of the Axom, and the Japanese Angel seemed to have obtained an internal injury to her shoulder. Meanwhile, Isabella's tactics of hit and dodge seemed to be working to her advantage.
Or maybe she did have an injury that she was simply not aware of due to the mixture of confusion, anger, andrenaline and man-made chemicals. But it was hard to tell. Besides, none of that really mattered at the moment. What mattered was deciding what to do with Hellspawn. Only one thought came to mind: Attack.
The Winged One came closer to Isabella by the second, and her figure certainly did make her seem like a shadow at a glance. Funny. How Kita had been engineered and desiged to look so dark while Isabella in turn was engineered and designed to take on a brither apperance, her relfective white wings spread out behind her. But there was no time to think about that particular metaphor.
Kita was now in striking range and Isabella -or rather, Isabella's body- had decided her next move. Defend with her arms, grabbing a grip onto any part of Hellspawn's body, and attack with her feet, her talented divers legs aiming hard at Hellspawns lower abdomen and chest, the force of the more healthier angel hopefully was enough to drive her opponent crashing down onto the ground below.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 9:44 pm
((OOC: I'm beginning to think I ought to make a profile for Kita's 'angel'. >.<))
Hellspawn's dark hair flew around her as she executed a really rather beautiful spin in the air, avoiding Isabella's kick - mostly. She felt it catch her side and some of her arm. Luckily, it was her uninjured one, or Isabella would have been in for some serious hurt. Kita did not take such slights lightly. And it seemed that Izzy had thrown a little too much weight behind that attack. A shame. Before her opponent could entirely recover herself and pull back for another shot, Kita dived in to catch her. Her intent was not to kill, merely to throw her - and she had good arms for that kind of thing.
The scientist nudged her angel. "Now," she snapped. "I said as soon as the other one attacked. You've already waited too long."
Although the anger and more, the pain, was clear on his face, he stepped forward. "Kita," he called. "No. Stop fighting. Don't hurt her."
Kita stopped dead as soon as the angel's voice reached her. She turned puzzled dark eyes to her angel - hadn't he asked her to stop Isabella from hurting Sera? That was what she was doing. Well, maybe the other Winged One was no longer a threat. Gently, she gave up her attempt to catch and throw the other and dropped her arms, slowly drifting towards the ground. She was still between Isabella and Sera - she had not entirely given up the idea that her job was protecting Nailbiter. But she was certainly no longer attacking.
And while she was no longer actively attacking, the scientist appeared to be waiting for more. Perhaps for Isabella to go after her again. Since Kita was still between her and her original target, it might yet happen. And then they would see.
The young man, however, was biting his lower lip, trying not to go ahead and call to her that it was all right to defend herself. It seemed Hellspawn would take him seriously - he could only hope not to the point where she would let herself be injured rather than hurt Isabella to protect herself. Not for the first time, he wished that he had requested another assignment once he'd discovered what this really was. He was a doctor - it was his job to heal. He didn't have the coldness or the objectivity he needed for this. Not to see firsthand what they were causing.
The girl - because, yes, under those cold eyes and that slightly insane smile she was still just a girl, not even yet a woman - stood between Isabella and her target. And he knew with the cold certainty of someone who had seen all this before, even though he hadn't, that she was not going to defend herself against Isabella should the other Winged One decide to attack.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:32 pm
((Sorry for my absence, here's a short-but-hopefully-okay post.))
Eriko's fist had connected soundly and forcefully into Sera's clavicle, the bone below her shoulder and above her ribcage. The already disoriented girl fell backward at the unexpected hit. She could feel, as if it was happening in slow motion, the bone cracking as the Asian Axom's superhuman strength plowed into it. It cracked inward like a thick branch would if you punched that. The nerves were dulled; her body registered the injury but too slowly. On her way to the concrete floor, Sera's mechanical brain didn't process that she was falling and needed to take measures to keep herself from further damage. No order was given, although the inner Sera had felt the approaching floor with human sense and was willing her body to throw her arms back and catch herself, nothing happened.
And then, almost as soon as it began, Nailbiter hit the floor. Her wings mostly cushioned her body, but her head, already with a crack in it, snapped once again on the concrete. It made a sickening crack as her skull broke, and to the astonishment and glee of the researchers, she tried to rise. Only the most basic thoughts could now be processed. Get up, breathe, breathe, and so on.
One scientist tapped the guard with the feathered dart in his gun and said, "Fire."
With what might have been the faintest sigh of relief, the guard took perfect aim and pulled the trigger. No gunshot, just an airy hiss and there was the dart, in Nailbiter's red neck. It was meant to bring down grizzly bears, so even in her juiced physical state she was put under.
A stretcher was called, and with very careful deliberation, the guards holding it manoeuvered around Izzy and Kita. They were also to retrieve Eriko, the nameless.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:45 pm
((OOC: Oh, good, you're here. Do you think I should make a profile for him? Also, super-short post since I'm still technically waiting on Izzy.))
Kita's head snapped around when the man holding the stretcher moved past her towards Sera. With a low sound almost like a growl in her throat, she moved towards him. Then she paused, cocking her head and judging him and what he was carrying. A stretcher. He had come to get Sera. But not to hurt her, or so it appeared. Relaxing again slightly, she turned her gaze back to Isabella. There was the threat.
But her angel had said not to harm the other Winged One. So Kita would not. That she knew, in her deepest heart even if not in her conscious mind. Consciously, she believed that she would have no problem taking down Isabella if it was what she had to do to protect herself and Sera, who she had apparently been ordered to protect. At least, that was how she had been rationalizing it.
The young doctor breathed the slightest sigh of relief as he watched Kita judge, examine, and decide that the guard posed no threat. He would have asked her to let the man be, had she chosen to go after him. But there was no reason to worry, at least not for now. She still apparently had her critical thinking faculties to some extent, and could decide for herself who was and was not a threat besides her specific...target. Why was it that she seemed less affected in that way? Had the two members of the control group who had - the scientist had said bonded - reacted in the same way? More control of themselves until the one they'd bonded with gave them an order?
More importantly, he thought, would it last once the pins were taken out (if they were taken out)? Because if not...
Well, he had a pretty good idea that the darkest of the Winged Ones had a personal mental hit list, and he really didn't want to find himself at the top of it. Especially not just because he'd happened to be the first face she saw when she awoke after the insertion of the pins.
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