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 Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 2:09 pm
Kal grinned deviously as he departed down into the cellar. Inside of waiting around though, she moved else where, leaving him to his own devices.
Mission: Junk in Your Trunk
As he descended the whining wooden staircase, a thick scent of blood wafted about. The first body was all but that, one arm lay in the corner, a left leg ripped from its joint lay in the center, the woman was in pieces and left to rot in that state. Puddles of the rich ichor canvased the stone flooring. There were smears marks leading to what looked like another room also, the door was not locked. What lay behind it was yet another body, only this poor soul was still suspended from iron shackles. Her throat was almost bitten clean off, the spine visible as sinew muscle was ripped away. Herr curves were riddled with lateral lines, oozing rivets leaving red rivers straight to the ground. Chase would need to get her down, the keys were no where in sight though. It looked like he would need to find a way to get her down himself, by whatever means.
Moving back to the main room, there was another door tucked safely under the staircase, much to the same design only what lay behind it was unknown. Whatever it was was still alive, a slight sound of rustling metal could be heard. If Chase called out, only a faint groan returned.
Objective: Find 3 bodies and dispose of them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:32 pm
 Chase let out a depressing sigh when he reached the bottom of the staircase. Some monsters really were too much. Being put on custodial duty for these flesh-bags was really un-cool. "Well, this is disappointing." He aloud to himself. The engine of a car then roared to life next to him as his red testarossa materialized nearby. Its trunk popped open and Chase took his time loading body part after body part into it. Luckily, ghost cars could appear and drive just about anywhere. Moving the body parts out of the building wouldn't be a problem. Chase gradually collected a disembodied arm, a leg, what was left of a woman on the ground. Someone else could mop up the trivial puddles of blood that remained. Chase was only here for body parts. He still had his pride, after all. There was only so low he would sink for these meaningless mortals. Already he was feeling the urge to cut loose and drive away.
Once the floor was clear, Chase glanced at the upper half of a dead woman who still hanged from chains locked up to the wall. Naturally, there wasn't a key in sight. That would be too easy. Luckily Chase had another solution. He whipped out his two pistols and expertly shot off the hands of the corpse. It made for good shooting practice, at least. After the last string of flesh was detached, the body fell to the ground and Chase collected it, as well as the two hands still attached to the shackles. Hopefully there wasn't much left to go. His trunk was getting full...
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 8:26 pm
So far Chase was doing extremely well, two bodies already collected in his trunk, the whole area was looking much better. That would make Kaltessa happy, however, he still needed another, and it seemed that the only other room was the one with a vibrantly painted red door. It was not locked, but if Chase approached it, he could hear the sounds of hoarse groans. Maybe the woman was still alive? Or she had turned undead? It wasn't exactly easy to tell...
Though he wouldn't have to wait long to find out. The door eased open all on its own, giving way to a pitch black void. Moaning came from the darkness but it was not the only sound, metal dragged along the cement floor came from one of the corners opposite of the man. Another in the other corner. As the scene unfolded, two skeletons came out, both holding their rusted swords high above their heads and headed straight at Chase.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 10:30 pm
Chase took notice of the deathly moans and the sounds of metal scraping the floor. Silently, he let his arms hang at his sides, hands lightly gripping his guns as he walked into the dark room. "Anybody home?" The man casually joked when the skeletons drew near. As they did, however, two ovals of bright light switched to life behind him. The room was flooded with light, and the skeletons would be blinded by the sudden flash. That was, of course, assuming skeletons could be blinded at all. Their lack of eyeballs always made Chase wonder how they saw at all. Well, he supposed it didn't matter now anyways. The moment Chase could see the skeletons he snapped his guns up and would shoot the swords right out of their hands. Then he'd immediately pop their heads off with another shot from both guns, one for each of them. Bone was far too brittle to withstand Chase's bullets and, weaponless and headless, the skeletons would likely collapse in a dead heap on the floor. "Anybody…sentient?" Chase re-evaluated his question after seeing the moaning woman, giving the slightest bit of hope that she had somehow survived her experience.
(Bright Lights)
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 10:54 pm
Quick shot laid to waste those evil skeletons, he could very well be the hero but for now, it just wasn't so. The bright lights of his car showed the woman, leaning back against the wall, cyan locks cascading down over her bloodied robe. She looked a mess! Like someone beat the living crap out of her and then brought her back for more. Lipstick was smeared over on one cheek, both her eyes purple and swollen. It was her gnashing teeth that told him that this woman clearly was no longer among the living. She rushed at him, arms extended in claws as the white haired man just looked too tempting not to taste.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 12:43 am
"Guess not." Chase answered his own question as he raised his guns again and fired on the charging lady. She was an easy target, and Chase would fire as man bullets into her head as it would take to put her down. The non-sentient undead always seemed too dumb to dodge, not that it was a simple feat to dodge a barrage of bullets anyways.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 11:06 am
The body fell to the floor with more holes in it than Swiss cheese. Every so often it twitched, deaden nerves trying to fire rapidly only to find that the core had been shut down. It was simply left over energy. Blood oozed into a thick puddle beneath her, collectively accumulating as the seconds passed. It was his third body but his task was not over, he had to dispose of them still but where? How? That was entirely left to him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 2:42 pm
Chase stared at the fallen enemy while thin trails of smoke poured out the barrels of his guns. When the body was brought down to involuntary muscle twitches, he sighed again and sheathed his weapons. This clean-up job was getting to be so troublesome. Regardless, Chase placed the last body in the trunk of his car and faced the opposing wall. The streets were just outside, he could feel it. Suddenly there was no longer a man where Chase stood, only his car. Its headlights lit up the wall, and with a roar of its engine the red testarossa drove straight through solid concrete. A moment later it popped out on the other side of the wall and took a sharp turn to join the street traffic, while another car in its way swerved to avoid a collision. "Hold on ladies, I'm taking you to bed." Chase said to himself as he materialized back into reality, sitting in the driver's seat as if he was there all along. In the other plane, he could feel the souls of the murdered girls all around him, still loosely attached to their dismembered bodies and trapped in this dark city. Nobody else could see it, but Chase was driving a full car tonight. The ladies sat in spirit beside him and in the back seat, waiting silently to be put to rest. Chase turned the radio on and stepped on the gas pedal.
- exit -
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 3:02 pm
After some time Kaltessa tip-toed down the stairs, looking around only to see pools of blood and no more Chase. She pouted some, he didn't even say goodbye. He did a good job of getting all the bodies, so she wasn't too upset. Plus she could make money and bill that devilish fiend with silvery hair that did it in the first place. Quickly she turned, going back upstairs.
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 8:03 am
The moved through the streets, mute of all color and yet, painted in the sinuous neon's that often waved as flags for impeding tribulations. Sam understood the torment, the carnal malefactors that condemned and subjugated to appetite. Chase gripped her, the slick helmet looking back over a leather covered shoulder at the ruffling silvery-white strands jutting against torrents of air. Beneath such reprise, Same grinned, letting go of the handles and moved his hold lower. The bike, itself, moved as she willed it. It was her after all. Digits laced over his as a laugh slipped between the accented lips. "Close your eyes...and relax. I got this and you got me." Suddenly the mechanical beast roared, it's speed sky rocketing until they were nothing but a passing blur in window panes. The strip club wasn't that far ahead and she showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, as they neared the brick establishment, they would go right through. Rubber squealed as it tried to grip the tile, she leaned slightly to counter the momentum until they came to a stop. Bodies continued to bob around them, grinding to some electric beat. No one even noticed them.
"I love that part." Sam grinned, removing the helmet to see him without any hindrance. "I'm going to go get some drinks...you look around. It will be a short, ugly ********. You will know. Trust your gut." Quickly she moved away, gliding across the mass of sweaty debauchery to the bar.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 1:07 pm
Chase relaxed a bit when Sam put her hands over his, taking her hands off of the wheel in the process. He smirked and closed his eyes. So, this was why she felt so familiar to him. City lights flashed by in the reflection of his shades. Wind blew wispy strands of white hair in waves. These were the moments that made him feel the most relaxed, the most alive. With a comforting babe in his arms, Chase dared to let his fingers travel under Sam's tight leather shorts. He pushed inside her as they tore through the undead city of red neon, and then in the passing of walls their journey came to a screeching end inside a strip club. How fitting.
Chase quietly lifted himself off of the seat and walked the ground again. He took in the sights of the people around him with a sense of melancholy. Some occupants seemed distracted by their appearance, but the dancers kept their focus. Meanwhile, Sam had removed her helmet and mentioned getting drinks. "Good advice." Chase replied to the leather-bound specter, and then casually handed her a slip of paper money from his wallet. "Have one on me. This won't take long." Then the white-haired racer moved through the building, sometimes literally, to look for any sign of this elf Sam had mentioned.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 3:10 pm
With money in hand, she waited at the bar and sipped some tart alcoholic beverage that made her skin crawl and senses dull. She was excited, had been, why did it matter when the moment occurred but the actual feel of it. He may not have a way with words but his fingers were a completely different ball game. Sam laughed lightly, leaning back against the steelo frame of her high bartop chair. On the other side of the establishment, Chase ventured to the back. These were explicit rooms, many with closed doors. Moans, screams, rough slaps sounded from behind the hollow panels and cheapo wallpaper. This was nothing new to him, many of the clubs had to V.I.P. areas, hell that was almost all of the Red Light District. It was where sex and violence went hand in hand. As the white-haired man strolled, mercury mirrors reflecting the mundane scene and shielded searching eyes, he would come to a single opened door. It was black, a rectangular abyss that held no sounds. He knew this was the room, this was it. There was no where else.... Flick. A dull light exploded with in the room, there was a woman spread out with her skirt hiked up and belting her waist. Between her legs was this ugly midget b*****d groaning, blood lay in waste beneath him and it dripped from his razor like teeth. Her eyes were rolled back, she was dead, that was obvious by her pale color. The 'elf' turned, instead of empty hands, he cocked two shotguns at the same time and then pointed them at Chase. See, the ghost car was interrupting a three course meal and Mr. Chan didn't like that.
" I'm gonna paint the walls with you. HAHHHA!"It chuckled, finding merriment in death. It was short lived though, the floor of the room growing wet and then slick, it was ice, the whole damn room was magically altered. there was no time though! BANG BANG! He fired, moving and shooting at the same time; going towards Chase's three o'clock. Ice Floor
Rank: C
Description: With a sufficient amount of water a master can cover a large area of the ground with ice, trapping enemies' feet in ice and allowing the elementalist to slide around.
Bullet Rain
Rank: D
If it uses ammo how much: 3
Skill description: Shotguns are unique in that each round fired is, in actuality, a number of balls (Shot) that spread out. Bullet Rain uses this unique feature of shotguns by shooting it into the air rather than directly at the target. As the balls flies up into the air, they disperse, and continue dispersing, until they fall back to the ground at the same speed that they were shot but with a much wider range. This rain of bullets is the skill, Bullet Rain, and it will cover a large area around the user (5 meters of dense coverage and several more meters of increasingly sparse coverage as the range increases). The user himself/herself is not harmed thanks to a shield of energy that repels the bullets from him/her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 9:18 pm
Chase stood in the lit room, nonchalantly keeping his hands tucked in his jacket pockets while a beastly little troll filled its guts with flesh. It turned towards him and grinned widely, flashing gnarled, blood-stained fangs in his direction. A dangled piece of fleshy skin dangled out of the side of his mouth. "Charming..." Chase sarcastically commented after the impish elf started chuckling and muttering threats. The little beast pulled out two shotguns and Chase simply turned his head, unafraid. Then he felt a wet puddle wash around his shoes and the white-haired man glanced down just in time to see ice freeze his feet to the floor. "Cute..." He muttered again, and the mad elf pointed his guns towards him. The moment it would start firing, however, Chase's body turned invisible and he slipped straight down through the ice.
Still the elf would shoot around the room to its heart's content, layering it with his magic-infused bullets. They would hit nothing. Only silence was left in the room. And then an invisible fist would rise up out of the ground at the elf's feet and explode its head wide open with a powerful fiery punch. Cooked, hot brains would decorate the walls, and a headless elf would remain standing for only a moment, with a thin trail of smoke rising from the center of its neck. Then Chase would materialize back into full view in front of the standing corpse. "Laughable..." With a single finger he would push the body backwards, where it would land on the floor with a dull splat.
(Invisibility, Ghost Walk, Bomb Fist)
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 11:29 am
While Chase thought himself victorious, it would be short lived. His attack struck a mirror image, one that fell and dispersed into mist. The room was quiet but above the man, silently running along the ceiling was Mr. Chan. That sly ********.
"I'M GONNA DECK YOUR a**, WITH MY FIST! YOU FAIRY BOY!
Then he was gone again, pulling a similar trick like Chase, melding into the ceiling fans bladed shadows that whirled around and around.
Mirror Image
Rank:C
Requires: Vanishing
Description:
After enough mastery of the previous skill the ninja is actually capable of maintaining the Mirror Image. He or she may use up to five images to attack the enemy, though purely for distraction purposes they disperse into mist when attacked. The mist created from these things are quite thick and can actually block the line of sight creating a much better opportunity to attack.
Wall Run
Rank: C
Requires: Adept rank
Description:
A passive ability. This is when the ninja gains their speed. After speed training which is basically attaching several weights on yourself and running for three days straight you are capable now of moving at speeds where running up and along side walls are easy.
Shadow Meld
Rank: D
Description:
The assassin class also has this skill though they use it differently. Using a focus of energy you distort a shadow to actually fuse with you(not your own). This shadow must be quite dark for it to be effective. Once fused with a shadow you are quite hard to see but you must remain in the shadow, yes you are part of the shadow thus shadow based attacks cannot harm you. Slow movements within the shadow will remain unseen but a sudden slash or jump will blow your cover. Can be used at night. In now way is the shadow a shield you can still be attacked by a slash though you are almost unseen.
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 7:01 pm
Chase glanced at Mr. Chan and wordlessly pulled out his semi-automatics to start unloading on the ceiling fan. Even if Chase couldn't see him through the shadows, he knew that the impish little monster was still there. And being invisible didn't make you impervious to bullets. Shells of metal would rip through the ceiling fan, shredding it to bits. Even if the elf could avoid the barrage of bullets, he wouldn't have anymore shadows to hide in. Meanwhile, Chase would also start sprinting at high speeds around the room to avoid any returning fire from the elf, building up speed in the process.
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