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Spliced - Cronus Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:29 am
There was a sickening crunch as the leader collided with his subordinate, watching helplessly as Azriel sailed safely beneath him. So much for that plan. The two scrambled to untangle themselves from an awkward position and the leader snarled with fury. "GET HIM, YOU IDIOTS!!!"
Glancing at one another with a shrug, the guards closed in on Azriel. No clearer order than that, right? Time to wrap up this travesty before anything else went wrong.
Poor Azriel...it couldn't be comfortable there on the floor.
Especially with the majority of a squad of well-trained guards about to leap on his back.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:59 am
Though he desperately wanted to, Azriel didn't have time to laugh at the guards' predicament. He had problems of his own to deal with -namely, getting off the floor before someone landed on him and broke his back. "Shi-" He didn't have time to finish before they were in the air. His only instinct now was to roll to evade them, but in doing so, doomed himself. He should have rolled left when he went right.
He'd managed to avoid getting hit by all of the guards, but some had still found their mark.
...Ow.
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Spliced - Cronus Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 11:35 pm
Guards scrambled from every side, trying to get a hold on the smaller man. Unfortunately for them, though he may have been smaller, Azriel could still hold his own in a scuffle, it seemed. More than one of the guards would be sporting either a black eye or a nasty bruise for some time.
They wouldn't be forgetting this mission, or Azriel, anytime soon.
"He's too damn wiry! Someone get a good hold on this guy!"
Finally coordinating their efforts, one guard grabbed ahold of Azriel's legs, attempting to keep him from kicking anyone else. Another aimed for his arms.
An entire squad of well-trained CRONUS guards...and they were struggling to contain a single man...
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:00 am
Azriel could surprisingly still move, even while under a few guards. He took this opportunity to continue flailing as much as he could. It wasn't easy to actually hit his targets, but he was positive that at least a few of them would leave painfully. Down to the last moments, he continued lashing out.
The process of lunging, rolling, and flailing had made him completely forget the pokeball at his belt. It was now, while the small thief was beating up guards, that he remembered the weapon he had at his disposal. Quickly reaching down to grab it, he tried to get Zangoose's help in the fight. They didn't play fair, so why should he?
He only made it halfway to his belt before they finally managed to grab his arms and his legs.
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Spliced - Cronus Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 1:19 am
"Heh heh..."
The soft, sneering laughter announced the return of the squad leader. Finally freed from his own embarrassing predicament, the larger man stalked over slowly, like a predator sizing up cornered prey.
"Not so cocky now, are you, tough guy?"
The lesser guards struggled to keep Azriel in check as the leader stepped in swiftly to scoop both his own and the thief's Pokeballs off his belt. "You'll have no further use for these, so I'll just take them off your sticky little hands. In fact, consider this your final job for us." Smirking, he stepped back, nodding to his men.
"You know what to do. Dr. Hakan is waiting. If he gives you any trouble, just knock him out. We were just told to bring him in...they didn't say conscious."
Chuckling darkly, the leader turned to go...then paused. "Oh yes...and thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Zagarith," he sneered, practically dripping sarcasm.
He aimed a swift kick at the captured thief, then whirled on his heel and stalked from the room, footfalls echoing on the tiled lobby floor as he disappeared from sight.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 1:55 pm
Azriel continued to struggle against the guards until their leader returned. Maybe one of them wasn't as strong he appeared, he continued to tell himself. Of course, they all were just as big and bulky as they looked. What a horrible break. Finally stopping when the larger man approached, he scowled.
"I can only hope that your lackey gave you a concussion." He said simply at first. "I don't worry about him, though -can't hurt your brain if you don't have one to begin with."
Though he continued scowling, he didn't keep his mouth shut. After a few moments of struggling again, he replied to the man's comment. "You'd better take good care of Zangoose, because I'll be coming back for it." He really didn't like the orders that the head guard had just given them. Obviously they weren't planning on kicking him out -that'd be too easy.
He attempted to move his arms to clutch the spot where he'd been kicked before remembering that there were a bunch of hefty guards hanging onto him. Continuing to thrash, Azriel tried to go after the receeding figure.
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Spliced - Cronus Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 9:19 pm
Unfortunately, Azriel's words would go unheard, as the squad leader was long gone, back into the recesses of CRONUS' lab.
"You got guts, punk. I'll give ya' that much," one of the guards chuckled, still keeping a firm grip on Azriel's arm. The squad worked together, attempting to lift their prisoner to his knees, heeding no mind to any possible injuries he might have. That wasn't their problem anyway. They just had to bring him into the lab alive. Dr. Hakan hadn't been any more specific than that.
"I seriously doubt that Spunky here is going to cooperate with us, ya' know."
"Yeah, well, what do you suggest we do with him? I mean, we already took him out right?"
"You fool...does he look defeated to you?" The obviously older and more experienced guard sneered at the young man who had just spoken. "Look at his eyes. He's just waiting on the next chance to knock a little sense into you and bolt. I'm almost tempted to let him."
Leaving the youngster looking suitably humbled, he turned back to Azriel. "You've given us quite a respectable problem. You're obviously not going to cooperate with us, so we can't trust you to come along quietly, no matter what we do. So, how to proceed...?" Nodding slightly to a comrade standing nearby, he continued speaking. "Fortunately, I have a solution of my own for this little dilemma."
Unless he had eyes hidden in his long hair, it was unlikely that Azriel ever saw the blow aimed strategically for the back of his head, near the base of his skull...
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 4:02 am
Azriel gave one last lurch in the head guard's direction before temporarily stopping to plan again.
He made their jobs as hard as he possibly could while they tried to lift him up, putting all of his body weight and strength into moving near the ground. It didn't do much, but it strained them just a tiny bit more. During their conversation, the thief became more and more anxious. If they were going to try something, then let them try. Obviously, one of them wasn't as old as the others, so he probably would be the easiest one to take out. Still not easy, but it moved the odds in his favor a little more. He had no comments about what they thought he was going to do -let them guess all they wanted.
"I find it amazing that you can talk as if I'm not here." He commented blandly to the men, looking between them. Finally setting on the older guard with a 'solution', he turned his head ever so slightly. "Oh? And what wou-"
Then everything went black.
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Spliced - Cronus Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 12:16 am
"Heh heh...that certainly did the job, Zeke."
The man who had delivered the blow shrugged nonchalantly. "Shut him up at least. Anyway, let's hurry up and get this over with. I could use a bite to eat."
"Alright...we just gotta' deliver him to the doc and we're done."
Two guards positioned themselves on either side of the unconscious thief, no longer needing to worry about restraining his limbs. Looping his arms over their shoulders, they hefted the shorter man between them and started off for the lab. Their size differences were great enough that they didn't bother to worry about his feet dragging the floor.
Not that they would have worried anyway.
Azriel's unconscious form was much lighter and easier to handle, now that he wasn't fighting back. Within minutes, most of the squad had disbanded, either returning to their rooms or heading for the cafeteria for something to eat, while the remaining few lugged the thief down the residence hall.
"Where were we supposed to meet Dr. Hakan again?"
"Room #021."
"Oh yeah...right..."
Reaching the designated door at last, the guards were relieved to note that it was propped open a crack. Good...no fussing with key cards. Though that meant Dr. Hakan was probably already waiting for them inside.
Hopefully, he hadn't been there too long.
One guard kicked the door open with sufficient force and the pair dragged the unconscious thief inside.
"It's about time you got here! Get that fool onto the bed and get out of my sight, you incompetent idiots!"
Practically scrambling to carry out the tempermental doctor's orders, the guards were gone from not only the room, but the entire residental hallway in minutes. Whatever was going on in the room was none of their business. Their job was done now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 11:08 am
The thief awoke with a start a few hours later. He jumped from the bed almost instantaneously after opening his eyes, prepared to fight off any more guards in case they came out of the... walls? Bad. Very bad. This was a huge change of scenery from the lobby-room he'd been attacked in before. So when, exactly, had he gotten there? His memory was foggy. Reaching toward his belt for the Zangoose, he found that it was no longer there.
"What the hell happened?" He asked himself, sliding a hand down his face. Rewind. Talking with Steven, walking toward the door to give the secretary a piece of his mind, seeing incredibly large men walk in, then evading a tackle, sliding, and rolling. Oh, yeah. They'd landed on him. When he remembered that part, a pain shot up his back to remind him just how heavy those guys had actually been. Some of them had to lose some weight... That couldn't be healthy for anyone.
He continued the run-through in his mind. What happened next? Oh, right, the jerk security guard taunted him while they had his arms and legs. Once that guy left... There was that new guard who said he had a way to solve their problem. After that, everything just faded out. So what was it that they'd don- "OW." His hand gripped his neck, the pain finally reaching his vertebrae. "So, they knocked me out and threw me in here, then." Azriel looked around the room as the echo bounced off each individual wall. What he was missing, however, was that short time when he'd had company in the room. But that would come to him eventually.
"Pah. It's like jail, only better." He sighed after commenting. No Officer Jenny to watch him like a Fearow. It wasn't under the same circumstances, either, and he had a feeling that he'd be stuck in the room for a lot longer than he'd been stuck with Jenny. "If you're watching me, then I think you should know that I'm going to bust out of this case eventually." He walked over to a wall and kicked it, getting a feel for how strong the structure was. Obviously too hard for him to break down -but that included anything stronger than cardboard, honestly.
From the looks of it, he was going to get a first-hand look at what had been happening to the Pokemon he'd stolen.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:21 pm
Link
Record Snatching
Azriel and Shawn
June 7th, 2007 - ?
Incomplete
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 4:12 pm
Link
Answers... Are like elusive spirits...
Group
October 15th, 2007-?
Incomplete
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:45 pm
Spliced - Cronus #021 -- Azriel Zagarith Make a note...handcuffs may no longer prove satisfactory for this subject. Further methods may need to be taken. Subject #021 has exhibited the following physical changes thus far: pointed ears, elongated canine teeth and fingernails. Behavioral changes will be observed and documented at a later time. If he hasn't stolen the report file. Again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:45 pm
My name is Azriel Zagarith. I'm nineteen years old; wait, or am I twenty? I've been here so long, I don't even know if I missed my own damn birthday. Note to self: Ask for calendar.
Anyway. Starting over. My name is Azriel Zagarith, and I'm nineteen (maybe twenty) years old. I think I'm going crazy, so I'd like to leave this last will and testament...
Wait, No I don't. This is crap. And who the hell is going to hear this, anyway? It's in my own stupid head.
All right, calm down, get up. One step at a time.
His forearm slammed against the wall loudly, hand curled into a fist. That, he felt. So, pain was in, but whatever this... This... WHATEVER it was, he couldn't feel anything, even though he knew it had happened. Nails didn't grow that fast, nor where they that sharp.
First things first: Try to stand up. Using his arm and the wall for balance, the silver-haired teen (or was he really twenty now? He still couldn't remember.) pushed against the hard surface. His legs weren't broken, at least. His stomach might not survive the night. Getting up slowly, he pushed up on his legs. His victory was assured once his knees were almost completely extended. But of course, victory eluded him once again, and a sharp pain came from both of his feet as something scraped the front end of the inside of his boots. He cursed loudly before dropping back to the ground.
His shoes were off quickly, followed closely by his socks. Underneath the fabric he found what were indeed his toes, but with the same pointed nails as he had on his hands. "Of course." He murmured frustratedly. At least they would be fine so long as he stayed shoeless for a while. Maybe he could cut them off. For now, however, he did a quick examination to see if anything else was amiss.
Toes- Freaky.
Legs and Knees- Wobbly, but normal.
Arms and Elbows- Also normal.
He peeked under his shirt cautiously, and sighed with relief.
Chest- Normal.
Neck- Normal as well.
Face- A-Okay, thank Lugia.
Teeth and Tongue- Teeth seem sharper than they should, but the rest is fine, other than a horribly dry throat.
E---
Ears- POINTED?!
WHAT THE HELL!
Mentally screaming, Azriel began demanding answers to questions in his mind. Nails getting longer, that much was weird, but acceptable. But the ears... That was irreversable, unless he had expensive surgery. (Which he honestly probably could not afford anymore.) His stomach pains forgotten, he stood up quickly and stormed toward the only means of communication he had with his captors.
What are you even going to ask them? What could you ask them that they would even think about answering, especially now? His common sense was actually working for once, and it actually had a point, as much as he hated to admit it. He stood in front of the small intercom for a good long while, head down. When he'd finally calmed down enough, he pressed the button and spoke clearly into it.
"Hey, you guys listening on your end?" He said nothing of his situation, gave them nothing more than he already had. They were watching, undoubtedly, from the closed-circuit camera. Answers would come later, but for now... "I need cigarettes."
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