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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 1:05 pm
Will would continue shooting at the woman until she finally disappeared from sight, swapping out the magazine and backing away from where she had gone before turning around and grabbing hold of his machine gun. Quickly bucking the machine back to himself, Will would hoist the weapon up off the dumpster and move towards the warehouse; grabbing the throat mic and pressing it against his neck.
"Encountered one of the targets in the alleyway across from the warehouse. She broke her hand punching me and fled across the warehouse rooftops when I attacked her. I'm moving to regroup with you guys; I'm not stupid enough to go rampaging across rooftops and run straight into a trap of hers."
Securing the mic back to his throat as he walked through the now decimated gate and loading yard; William would watch the area carefully for any kind of sudden movement, making sure that his machine gun quickly silenced any kind of would-be ambush.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:18 pm
The target Dagoth sought was not prepared for what was unleashed. A scream, a vaporisation in the suddenly lit up darkness, and a black serpent faded into nothing as it sprung out at Dagoth from under the edge of the container, only air biting into the wrist the creature had been aiming for.
For Nines, the darkness suddenly cleared after the scream downstairs, revealing he had indeed found what he sought in the computer, and that the body he had been feeling for... was where he had last seen it, dead as a dodo. The darkness had been disorientating, that was all.
And for Will, the woman vanished swiftly leaving him to mike in to the others in what was almost preternatural quiet following the brief chaos of their encounter with the warehouse goons.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:42 pm
Drives secured; he tucked them in his messenger bag and slung it back over his shoulder. With no more shadowy bullshit to keep him disoriented, he quickly reacquired a fix on what corpses were where. However, his previous plan seemed to be...moot. From the sounds of heavy machine gun fire and the horrid stink of burning everything marking the air, Nines could only surmise that his two companions had wrought merry hell in the most literal of senses.
The very thought brought a sigh to his lips, but he kept his thoughts unspoken. Instead, he quietly slipped back out the window, seeking to exfiltrate the way he had entered.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 4:13 pm
Upon hearing the scream Dagoth roared with victory, his whole body shaking with a primal fury his blood was up and it needed more. It then dawned fully on the pirate he had killed his foe, it wasn't enough to kill just the one it was his moment proving himself to begin his hunt. His eyes would dart about followed by his body shifting, turning and twisting to every part of the lower warehouse. There had to be more of them another for him to fight anyone to fight. He could feel the rage boiling up inside him scratching at the back of his eyes, boiling through his mind. He coughed once barely noticing the tickle of blood it had sprayed down him, the second was not so forgiving nor was the third. Hacking coughs caused by his reckless use of his abilities and with all the chemicals in the air it wasn't any easier to breath.
The pirate would look down at his hands one still gripping the sword its knuckles white from the effort. Patches of his skin had begun to turn grey, other parts where lightly covered in a spray of blood. The look on his face was that of shear horror, his mind raced recoiled in fear from what was happening to him. Fire, it filled his eyes, his nose flooding those senses and he knew what would come now. It would start as a whisper but the more he stood the loud it became, screams the terrible soul crushing screams of his kin.
"No...please not now. Please NO NO NO NO!"
His flight or fight mechanism kicked in and he was to torn to move, the raging beast within him wasn't done here and showed it by covering more and more of his left hand with grey. The other part of him knew what happened the last time, he was putting everyone at risk and more importantly Roan's trust in him. It was that one thought which drove his next action, he sprinted at the largest of the loading bay doors and threw his body at it. The pain was jarring as the metal tore through his flesh, Dagoth would hit the concrete with an ungraceful thud struggling to get to his feet. Once up and about Dagoth would walk straight through whatever remained of the battle staring at his left hand slowly trying to make his way to Will's car.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:47 am
Finishing his sweep of the loading yard, Will would move on towards the front entrance to the building; hesitating at the door and deciding to try and get a hold of the others before moving into a possible ambush.
"Hey, its all clear on the western front; you guys done in there, or should I head up and see if I can lend a hand?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:07 am
Nines had reached the ladder and begun his descent. From the looks of it, he was in the clear; most of the personnel that had been lurking around the lot were either dead in a most gratuitous fashion, or fled for their lives. It left him fairly ill at ease, but mostly certain for his short term safety.
Will's voice crackled into the earpiece. Nines, having just gotten his boots on the pavement, dropped to a crouch to survey the area.
I've got the drives and am heading out, looks like hero boy cleaned the place out pretty good. We may want to consider bailing before the law shows up; the amount of noise we made is liable to attract attention.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 1:55 pm
"Right, meet you at the truck then; Dag that goes for you too then if you're still listening."
A quick about face and William was running through the loading yard and out the front gate. His truck would be much the way he left it, unlocked and ready to move the moment he slid into the drivers seat; which William would do with much haste the moment he dumped his machine gun into its crate in the back of the truck. Firing up the pickups massive diesel and dropping it into gear, the trio would be quickly making their way away from the carnage they had just enacted and merrily heading back towards the mansion; provided nothing decided to try and best them on the way back.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 1:54 pm
"Somehow... I doubt this'll be so simple as lookin' for a priest walkin' 'bout with a rutting big sword."
Sighing aloud, the smoke from his cigarette mixed with the chilled night air as he scratched idly at his hair. He had to sit still while scanning the area. Anyone that walked by noticing a young man with silver hair and a blue eye, rather than the indigo and crimson hair he normally sported. Not to mention he had to keep his ears hidden under illusion alike. His tail however was easily kept coiled about his leg inside his pants.
All those inhuman traits, concealed. He had managed to collect a plain enough white button up shirt, and some black trousers, along with some smart/casual black shoes. He had left his gunblade behind, in favour of a couple of flick blades kept in his pants pockets. Armed, they probably wouldn't look twice. That bloody big bladed cannon however, was a bit ostentatious. A simple silver cross pinned to his chest pocket instead.
So he sat on a bench just outside the square with a church in sight, smoking as he examined the surroundings. if nothing showed however, he had a plan to stir some positive interest from his prey.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:00 pm
The church was one of three in the area enjoying an evening sermon. Informal, people came and went, this one one of the more busy of the trio, and the furthest from the mansion near the town centre. A mansion that was, of course, NOT Roan's.
The church bell matched the clock towers lighter tones as 11pm rang out across the city, and the church emptied.
Normal people, passing on a normal street. Sure, 'normal' in Durem meant people with slightly odd features moved past, clearly inhuman to other inhuman eyes, but... a quiet enough night in the city, nothing overtly obvious showing itself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:09 pm
"Time to work."
With a groan he hopped to his feet, and stuffed his hands in his pockets, slowly advancing into the square, and mingling into the crowds. Making an effort however to avoid the main stream of people that left the church by a narrow margin. The last thing he needed was to bump into one of these god freaks all jumped up after a sermon and get an unnatural sun burn as a result. Exaggerated as the caution was, he thought it best.
Common factors. They likely knew each other but this was a LARGE organisation, they surely had to have something to mark themselves, show who they were to the others, even if it were as simple as a ring. Looking for crosses in this crowd though would be a wasted effort, unless they were uniquely different from the standard.
They'd likely be together as well. Maybe not in a large group, but in pairs perhaps, which would help identify the flag they bore, and he'd have to imitate.
Approaching the church, he had a vague idea of how a catholic should act in church. He was Irish, after all. He hoped however he could attune to his targets before he'd have to enter.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:19 pm
Logic lay with the young DeSeer. The church would cause an uncomfortable sick feeling in his stomach as he approached, a knot of tension that got worse the closer in he got.
Clearly whichever priest was in charge of the place genuinely believed. It was truly sanctified ground, and could and would cause the undead to be repelled.
But the sermon was over, and people were leaving. Entering the grounds was not required, especially as a group of three would make itself known to Corbin through idle observation.
Most of the attendee's were late shift workers stopping in on their way home. They left individually, dressed often in suits or work clothes.
These three however were dressed in practical casuals - jeans, hooded jackets and trainers. Each wore a simple silver chain with a cross on it, slightly painful to look at, but no other overt sign of any allegiance at the moment.
The moved off together towards the west side of the city, under the shadow of the clock tower. While they talked casually, they seemed to be moving with some purpose.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:27 pm
As much as he expected. He'd been concerned about bumping into someone with faith like that which caused him to feel so revolted, and knew entering the church would be extremely detrimental to his risk management. However for it to reach this far beyond the walls of the building. He hadn't expected that.
Thankfully, he caught sight of the trio, and chuckled at the irony of his own inner monologue.
Thank Christ for that.
He examined them thoroughly, these were about as close to what he was looking for as he'd get it seemed. And so he'd follow in tow. Contemplating his next move. Did he approach them? No, too rash. Following them though, even if it were distant, they'd surely notice eventually. He'd have to work this in right. Earn there interest in a positive light. Perhaps the purpose they moved towards would supply such a scenario. And so he followed, casual in his gait and attitude.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:40 pm
The trio were rather focused on their own conversation to start with, however as they moved further west, the conversation became more intense, for all it was more sparse.
Something was up, and the three became more cautious, moving slower as they neared their target.
A very conspicuous target than any resident of Durem would know.
The mansion of the Von Helsons. Muted terse statements to each other preceeded the three splitting up.
Hoody, pulled up his hood and went down a side street, intending to approach the mansion from the rear.
Blue trainers went for a direct approach towards the front gates.
And Grey Jeans headed into the shrubbery down the left side.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:49 pm
Cocking a brow as the three split up, Corbin had to make a choice. Which one to follow. Or perhaps instead, which one to dispatch, and impose as upon the other two.
There was little to no chance of simply approaching them at the moment at least. Not while they were working on what appeared to be a mission. They didn't seem armed however, so was this their own fact finding mission?
It was about time he found out.
Hoody.
At least this way he'd have cover, if needed. He'd slip down the side street and follow, picking up his pace so as to not lose sight of the b*****d. He carried himself confidently, ready to catch the man's eye if the need arose and for the purpose of his plan to work.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 3:17 pm
With the mansion armory now sealed (and blown halfway to hell, to boot), Nines found he was returning to old habits in arming and preparing for his next job. It had been some time since he'd returned to his old stash of kit; some of it had been made off with in the night by lucky scavengers, certainly, but the decentralized nature of how he squirreled his equipment meant he still had options. An ammunition surplus in a sewer access, a few explosives stashed in a storage bay, guns by the river, and then some. Truth be told, Nines was considering cutting away from the mansion for a while. If nothing else, he was tired of the whispers, and wary of the other rabble Roan had gathered. They were trouble, and he didn't need to be prematurely burned alive. Besides, he trusted his ability to keep himself equipped; it was why when he walked out of the local wal-mart equivalent to a beat up old compact four-door car he could look in the trunk and be satisfied that he would be well geared for the task at hand. In said trunk, he had a pair of handguns, double action chambered in .45 and loaded with home cast silver jacketed bullets. Sidled alongside them was a weapon for the defense of his vehicle; a compact pump action twelve gauge meant to stay with the car. With these were an assorted allotment of gear, ranging from binoculars and night vision to road flares, smoke bombs and rope. He was outfitted to be able to operate well in most conditions. There had just been one thing missing, hence the one stop shopping experience. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Less than an hour later, Nines could definitively say that he had enjoyed better ideas. The flavor of the propellant stuck to his tongue as readily as the black spray paint clung to his jaw, neck and collarbones. It tasted horrific, and he couldn't stop gagging. It was a fortunate thing that he was technically a walking cadaver; he'd be dry heaving from the taste if his guts were still able. Despite this, however, he was glad he had done so. He was on the road to the target building, and relieved that his neck no longer glimmered with every passing road light. How he was supposed to be sneaky so shackled, he would never fathom, but damned if he wanted to get shot.
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