Correctional Facility: Assault

[Trizen Takano]

Stepping back into place, Trizen thought carefully as "Unfettered" spoke about mission assignments. His was relatively simple, but the words of David Blaze ran through his mind like a newsblip at the top of someone's television set. He had to keep focused. Today, the blue eyed teen would take a step in a direction he thought was certainly uncommon. Though those words were interrupted by the sudden intrusion of an incoming bus.

'Huh?'

It was almost as though his body reacted for him as he was now a fair distance away from what had just happened. It was almost as though everything elapsed without his mind and now he was catching up. He literally had jumped clear out of the way of being hit by the yellow tank, but the reaction time was so quick, he hadn't noticed how close he would have been to being hit. Certainly would have gave Mister Seran a good scare, and Trizen was not about to make any bad impressions on the first day. Not today at least. Upon him landing, he landed as though he were the quirky man-like arachnid, attempting to gain his bearings in the process. He stood up slowly and noticed that a young woman came off the bus.

'I guess that's what he meant about us getting buses...' Trizen thought as he itched the top of his head.

Known to public as Takehiko, the blue-eyed boy stood on his two feet and smirked as he figured that somehow everything was all centred on the idea that things were finally going to get started. The jolt of excitement and curiousity shot through his body, anxiety and the pressure of survival. He trusted in the words of Doctor Clavering and felt better on hearing her murmur that destiny awaited them all. She was right. He knew it too.

'Delilah?' he thought he heard someone say as he soon took to entering the bus. He was nearly the last one on that particular bus, but he knew it was better to be second last than last.

While his mind was racing and wondering how he would help create a diversion on the field, he wondered how David Blaze would get to the facility -- even if he had the satisfying feeling that he already had everything planned out. He wondered if Layla was going to be alright and if he would see her on the battlefield.

'We're here...' he thought to himself. The wild haired boy looked down at his gloved hands and waited for his particular orders. He heard shouts of excitement and one particular voice who shouted something about wanting everyone else to get off the bus. That woke Takehiko up a little bit.

'Here we go...'

[Purr-Moi?!]

[mean xD ohwell what the hell]

"...Miss Clavering. Your unit vill be on zis bus. Miria... you're driving"
She didn't listen to what they were saying but when she heard the words "Miria' and 'Drive' in one sentence she turned her head towards the white virgin fuck.

Drive? A corner of her mouth went up, slightly switching of excitement. Eris began to chuckle in a..not so very comforting way. With a insane ,happy face she got back in the bus, placing her awesome ass on the drivers seat. If you had an imagination overload you could almost see her hair moving around her like snakes. Ohyea this woman was ready to move this yellow monster.

kuku.. She would wait for people to get in the bus..only for a minute though. Eris started the bus ,keeping her eye on the cracks in the windshield.

"...Indeed. Fire it up, Miss Miria... destiny awaits us."

"Aa" She replied with a Japanese yes, keeping her insane smile on her lips and then. She pressed wild onto the gas pedal and the engine roared as smoke came from the wheels. With rubber burning and a insane driver behind the steering wheel , the bus came alive. After trashing the flag pole and a few walls while getting out of the courtyard, she followed the bus the white virgin was in.

Eris didn't slow down, not even once. Because of that she bumped into the Virgins bus a couple of times. When he was driving to slow she would drive on the wrong side of the road. When he went around a corner , she almost lost track of him. She battled a giant truck in order to get back behind him. The horror was almost over but then..someone decided to pass her in his or hers car. Suddenly Eris lowered her eyes and mumbled pissed off..

"He passed me..." A moment of silence and then veins began to bulge on her forehead and hands.

"GRYAAA"[/size] [/color]

She went after the guy , sending this yellow monster to devour the little one. When he went around the corner she intercepted him , hitting him in his flanks. She pushed him out of the way, making him fly against a few other cars. Now that he was out of the way, she calmed down and went back in line.

A mega happy look appeared on her face. People that saw the brutal action should embed this into their memory. Never ever pass her vehicle. Eris was now humming and didn't do anything reckless for the rest of the trip.

When they reached the Facility she smashed the side of the bus against the entrance. Eris was the first to twirl out of the bus, quickly grabbed a blue guitar from a seat, strapping it on her back. She was ready. With a yawn she looked at the building.

"Sugoi~" It was big..but that only meant one thing. the bigger the place..the more people to fuck up.kuku, her Imagination went wild just thinking about it.

"Miria, stay with me."

The woman looked at the old woman. she wasn't the type to work along other people but if the whole 'work together and get Miria off her back" then fine.

She looked back at the building and grabbed the neck of her guitar. Her silver eye widened and turned into a gold cat like eye.

"Whatever"

She said "Okay" in her way with a wide bad ass grin.[/color]

[Gabriel Seran]

He'd heard Unfetterd's orders, with great relief to be more exact.
a nod
his body dragged his foggy head up the steps of "his" bus, taking each step in stride rather than in a rush of adrenoline like most others.
one step, his other foot dangled out as a breeze caught his hair making an all too perfect image of the whole scene.
"get in" he calmly ushered with a bit of intensity to those nearest his bus.
his eyes burned with wrath as he held the door to the bus open with his body allowing those to pass between.

Taking another step up brought him to accompany the driver's seat.
the smell of old worn leather mixed with mashed lunches from years past filled his nostrils with its sickening odor.
Gariel's breath hastened.
eyes forward. Ready, Set, GO!

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah was sitting in the seat near the front, behind the drivers. Her legs were firmly planted in the aisle, and she was turned to face the back, looking distant. On the inside, she was as nervous as ever, but she had calmed down significantly....hitting the bus driver had helped. Of course, that move always did have the potential of shredding one's jugular vein against their spinal chord, but that was the risk with her favourite martial art...not that it didn't come without a price; she'd frightened most of her companions into really thinking she was about to kill a guy. She couldn't kill someone...it wasn't in her.

Right?

Well, she'd certainly frightened "Unfettered", and the thought brought a small smile to her lips. The less people involved, the better. His speech had made her feel better too. They weren't just a Militia...this was the family of #259, however dysfunctional.

But they put the 'fun' in dysfunctional.

So, she sat back, smiling mildly at her big brother figure's message. Surprise was definitely on their side. If she had anything to say about it, these asswipes wouldn't know what hit em.

"For #259,"

[darien]

A long drag from the cig of a standard enforcer guard indicated nothing out of the ordinary for the enforcers of Barker's madhouse. Normal, routine afternoon. The men sauntered along, doing they're rounds, sighing at the mundane existence they had created for themselves.

The man who held the cig paused, his ears perking up.

It sounded like....

Buses, flying at high speed, nearly ran over the guard, who jumped off to the side to avoid it, right along with two other unsuspecting men who happened to be walking nearby. The large vehicles swerved, pulling into the parking lot, smoke rising from the tires as they braked. Immediately after, people began to pour out, and the guard, squinting, couldn't believe his eyes.

"THEY'RE KIDS!"

A yell through the mans radio. Yeah, no shit. Guards, caught totally by surprise, had trouble reacting to the sudden influx of students. They pulled off they're batons, some of them electrified, some not, and charged the students from the sides, five coming from each direction, the ten men trying to divert the kids' attention long enough for those inside and out to gather they're numbers and get the guns.

The two men on the inside, The Ansgar brothers, sat in the shadows of the security camera's. watching this all as alarms went off around the compound.

A deep voice spoke from under the hat, a grin on his face.

"Zis...iz not good."

The man looked over his shoulder to his brother.

"Get ready...zis iz going to be a var'...von' i plan to vin'."

The Brother nodded, a malicious smile of his own coming to his lips as his eyes returned to the camera, waiting a few more moments before he decided to take action.

All Enforcer Stats:

Strength: 33
Dexterity: 32
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 34
Wisdom: 34
Charisma: 30

Equiped with:
* Radio (1 Out Of Every 3 Enforcers)
* Extending Custom Baton (1 For Each Enforcer)
* Tazer Gun (1 Out Of Every 3 Enforcers)
* 3 Color Canisters, 1 yellow, 2 red (Set Of 3 For Each 1 Enforcer)

[Windsor (Whin) Johnson]

Steping down from the Winters buss i looked around it was time to find Deta..... Contuing with my song i felt BaChee take full hold.....

While the wind blows strong
and my heart beats long
they shall do my bidding
or i shall do some ridding

I watched from the corrners of my mind a BaChee in my body began to steadly walk forward the tune of his pipe a cold and sinsister song......

["Unfettered"]

Heroic Confrontation

*SMASH*

Making a double-take, he began to heft his hammer, when he---"..Ladies first." With a smile, no less. The bastard. "Unfettered" could only nod back... he'd used up his smiles for the day. Still, the humor was appreciated. "...Vat are you vating for, zen?"

"..Oh..And next time..I'm driving..You Crazy German fuck.."

"Heh... but of course..."

Cody waved the rest of their group down---though it looked like some were missing. No time to worry about that now, though.

"LET'S GO PEOPLE! WE AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!!"

Indiscriminate yelling began as Chocorem got the Trashmen into action, already using up their trash cans to provide for an unstable standing ground for all oncoming Enforcers, and/or to pelt them with the trash cans themselves.---

*COUGH... COUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH*

...Crumpling forward for a bit, covering his mouth with his left hand, the hammer making a loud, resounding noise as it hit the ground, he brought it back, and looked at it. Blood. Dammit... now was not the time. Wobbling where he stood, he looked around, watching as one, two, three, four... seven... ten Enforcers had begun to engage on their position. Tch.

Roughly reaching into his pocket, holding back a few coughs, he popped open a bright orange container filled with pain killers, bringing the thing itself to his mouth, popping in about three---no, four. It was important that he showed little to any signs of weakness, after all. If morale got shot here, the whole assault would be in vain. Looking about, he stepped behind Cody, grasping his hammer with both hands, and raising it high above his head, as he attempted a kick at the gut of one of the incoming Enforcers, the pain already beginning to lessen. Provided it hit, he'd bring down the b&'d hammer on the bastard's head. If not---

"TRACEY!"

No way he'd give into the withdrawal effects of Brimstone just yet. Tracey would come in, tackling at the bastard, which would hopefully give "Unfettered" enough time to bring his foot down on the bastard's face.

...Or neck.

That all good and done with, he looked on at Lauren, who was just getting out of the bus, while Tracey, provided the Enforcer really was knocked out, went ahead and helped himself to the three canisters on the bastard's belt.

"Lauren! Ze suitcase, throw it here!"

Felt really awkward yelling all the time. Hopefully, he wasn't coming off as a drill sergeant, but he hoped to keep enough authority in his voice to compel the amount of urgency that was in this current situation. But she nodded in quick agreement, as the German slumped his back against the wall, still holding up his hammer, as he looked at Cody, then at the other incoming Enforcers and their gear. Interesting---

*THROW*

Dropping his hammer suddenly (to have the hilt slam against his left knee, which he winced terribly at, his arms went out to catch the suitcase, and promptly opened it up.

"Fight feur vith feur..."

Watching as Tracey began to understand he was going to do something weird, he non-chalantly looked on as the boy stood in front of him, holding up a fighting stance. During which, the German began popping off all the caps, and holding his head up a little bit more than usual, exposing his neck.

"Two reds, two blues, two whites, three greens, three yellows, and..."

May 19, 2007 20:23:57 GMT -8 Sean Barker said:

"This is the only one of that type in my posetion. Dont use it right now, save it for an important time. It nulls an OD, and allows you to use more than three drugs at one time."

"One purple."

...Sean Barker was right. "Unfettered", Jonathan, and "Thrush" were all very happy that they'd saved this one for just such an occassion. Although, obviously, he didn't expect Barker to expect his own tools to be used against him so promptly.

*SHLICK!*

*SHLICK!*

*SHLICK!*

*SHLICK!*

*SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK!*

*SHLICK!*

*SHLICK!*

*SHLICK! SHLICK!*

*SHLICK!*

Thirty-nine pin-sized holes in his neck. Blood flowed a little bit more freely than it should. But the effects were near instantaneous---The only bit now was to make sure he could keep his head straight, with so many foreign fluids colliding in his body. Today was not going to be a good day for Mr. Winters, in all shapes and forms. But today was not about Mr. Winters, and all his incarnates.

Hefting up his hammer, he rushed in, with a, "MY TEAM, FOLLOW ME!"

...

Time to head in.

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OOC: All people assigned on "Unfettered's" team, please click the link above to head into the next thread. Do not post until Ally's Quest Characters get a chance to post, though, and/or wait for my post.

"Unfettered's" Statistics:
Strength: 48 + 10 + 6 = 64
Dexterity: 13 + 10 + 6 = 29
Constitution: 43 + 15 + 6 = 64
Intelligence: 48 + 6 = 54
Wisdom: 43 + 10 + 6 = 59
Charisma: 54 + 6 = 60

O.D. Effects After Quest (One RL Month's Lasting Effect After Quest)

• -16 Strength = 32
  
• -16 Dexterity = -3 (1 Hospitalization Post For 5 Days, Until 1 Dexerity Is Hit)
  
• -21 Constitution = 22
  
• -6 Intelligence = 42
  
• -16 Wisdom = 27
  
• -6 Charisma = 48
  
• Purple Canister Affects Two Blue Canisters Along With Own Canister = -6 Dexterity = 7 (No 'Mandatory' Hospitalization)

Note: Going to head the the hospital anyways, after this thread, as many of us probably are.

RP Tools Transferring
-1 Miscellaneous Tool Kits (On NPC Tracey)
-10 Water Bottles (Strapped To "Unfettered"
-20 Molotov Cocktails (Miscellaneous Amount Strapped To All Participants)
-About Four Lighters (Whoever Claims Them First)
-33 Pain-Killer Pills (On "Unfettered")
-Miscellaneous Janitor Supplies (1/2) (Whoever Wants To RP Holding Them/NPC Lauren)

RP Tools Left In Bus(es)
-Feast (Loads Of Fresh Bread, & Various Other Meals)
-98 Water Bottles

RP Tools Left For Trashmen
-Miscellaneous P.E. Equipment
-20 Molotov Cocktails

RP Tools Left For Sappers
-2 Miscellaneous Tool Kits
-20 Molotov Cocktails
-Miscellaneous Janitor Supplies (1/2)
-About 8 Lighters

[Gabriel Seran]

Hoping out of his bus in a rush, hardly even waiting for it to quite arrive at a full stop, his feet caught a shameless strutter as they hit the ground running as he caught the place near Unfettered,
"MY TEAM, FOLLOW ME!"
and quickly following his lead cried out "My team on me!"
as the group would surely group up Gabriel had plans to give them the quick run over making sure there where to be no foul ups to take the facility.
He hadn't gotten the chance to know his team and he'd be damned if he'd let them run amok.
"First things first! Get our equipment of the bus, NOW!" his voice bashed out angrily establishing his authority.
"Delilah, is there anyway you can shut the power off while keeping surveillance online?" he addressed her with a spark of curiosity in his voice.

[narakunohana]

There was no immediate sign of danger. She was wrong -- and that was good. It only meant that things weren't as bad as she thought of them to be.

"Clear!" Layla would say, opening the door of the bus and stepping out, her five puppets floating around her. "Let's follow after them!"

"Yes Ma'am!"
"Understood!"

"Good." Layla would look at Miria, signaling her to follow her lead as she more or less stepping out with her small, but otherwise useful team.

Upon entering the facility with the rest of the group, the doctor would immediately notice the young gang leader injecting himself with quite a bit of something Layla wasn't familiar with. Looks like they'll have to watch him as they continued their assault.

The Medical group had the responsibility of catering to injuries and to helping the kidnapped out of any delusional state that they may encounter.

For now, onward!

[Rem]

"It's time to light it up!"

Two molotov cocktails flew in a fiery arc, smashing into a cluster of oncoming enemies. Three Enforcers down. The diminutive Japanese native pumped a fist into the air before hurriedly ducking to avoid being sideswiped by another Enforcer's baton. There had been ten of them in all, now, down to seven.

It was all happening so fast. Rem and company, having fulfilled their mission were now in the thick of things. He had long since abandoned his perch atop Hugh's massive shoulders, prefering his own limber, agile movements, and, like his subordinates, was dealing with the advancing Enforcers.

The first thing he'd learned about these men, these guards, these punching-bags, was that none of them were above his own ability to deal with. The same, though, couldn't be said for his group members, who had to basically work in pairs to get things done that Rem could do on his own.

After ducking under the baton, Rem quickly raised his own hand gripping the Enforcer by the wrist and twisting it hard in the wrong direction. A sickening crack and a pained yell told him that his attack had worked. The baton clattered to the ground. Rem, still holding onto the man's appendage, pulled him forward, shooting a kick aimed at the man's side. Once that connected, he pulled himself up, so that he straddled the length of the Enforcer's arm and let his weight drop them both to the ground. Rem easily slipped through the man's still grounded legs on their way down, causing his opponent's entire body to flip over, with he himself safely to the side.

That made it six remaining.

"MY TEAM, FOLLOW ME!"

Unfettered and his group had infiltrated the building. Good. Time to break loose. As second-in-command, it was Rem's job to ensure that things went smoothly outside. As much as he hated the responsibility, he decided to compress said leadership to the confines of his own little group. Gabriel would handle himself and his own.

"Max, Taylor! Get more things we can use from the buses! Hugh, Sword, Bear! Watch each other's backs! We're almost done here, guys! Keep it up!"

He had to wait for several minutes whilst his subordinates finished up their respective fights before they moved to obey. Max and Taylor left their opponent face down in a pool of his own blood, Sword still clutched his opponent's baton after liberating it from the man and beating him to a pulp with it. Hugh and Bear's victim... I mean opponent... looked as though he'd been thoroughly waylayed. Three left.

By the time Rem had turned his attention back to the Enforcers, there were two tiny circular pieces of fabric attached to his forearm, connected to lengthy, coiled, thing wires. Rem's eyes followed the wires back to their source, an Enforcer aiming a tazer gun directly at him.

"Oh, hell n~"

Before he could even finish the sentence his body was bombarded by an immense amount of voltage. His body spasmed for a moment and then crumpled to the floor, shaking as though having a seizure. After a second, he shook it off and rose to his feet once more, his hair extra spiky and his eyes narrowed. The sides of his lips curved in a fiendish grin as he grabbed ahold of the wires tightly, preventing the man from escaping. Hugh and Bear each took one of the remaining Enforcers, leaving this one for him. Sword kept between them, ready to assist anyone who should need it.

"My, my, that sure tickled. How about..."

Sparks of electricity began streaking in and out of sight, following undiscernable patterns around his body.

"...I show you how a real electricution goes?"

Before he was able to put his Qi into full effect, the last Enforcer got the bright idea to simply yank on the wires to pull Rem toward him. The suddenness of the tug caught the youth off-guard, and he recieved a swift boot to the head for his lack of focus. The blow shook his world, sending his head into a cacophany of pain and disorientation. The man didn't follow up there. He'd abandoned the tazer and pulled out a baton, bearing it down hard on Rem's back, just as he was struggling to rise.

Now flattened against the ground, Rem's senses were only just returning to him.

-tbc-

[darien]

Whoosh!

A conflagoration of flames engulfed three Enforcers. One however, tripping over himself, fell into the dirt, the other two rushing over and getting hit by moltovs, the last man only getting a bit on the outside of his jacket, which he prompty tore from his bacl.. The mans voice rang through the radio to the Brothers inside. "WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS! NOW!" He didnt know that things were already happening to ensure a force got to them. Another man went down, but the boy left himself open for a tazer to the gut. One of his buddies snuck in, clubbing the kid as he attempted to mouth off. They werent gonna go down so easily. Another two Enforcers came in to the fray, aiming a boot to the back of the tazered kids head.

Three enforcers began viciously clubbing the guy as the other five continue to assault the other students. The leader of the group, a man whose baton just slammed into the back of a short, crying kids head, looked around himself as he shouted orders.

"GET THOSE BUSSES ON LOCKDOWN! PUSH TO THE DOORWAY! THIS IS REDICULOUS! WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL KIDS HERE!" He punched a new enemy in the mouth. "I WANT THAT FUCKIN' DOOR IN OUR HANDS NOW! MOVE DAMMIT, MOVE!" The man had a powerful voice, easily being heard over the explosions. He grabbed hold of a shoulder, pulling the man and his comarade off from the person they were beating on. "You! Get over there and put an end to those moltoves! When the Ansgars get here, we need to have things somewhat under control! GO! NOW!" the two boys took off running as the man continued to shout.

He hoped his people got here soon, or they were gonna be hurting.

(8/12 Enforcers able to fight)

[Stu Pott]

The truck's engine roared, a stolen pick-up that had been... acquired soon after Stu watched the buses pull out. He was twitching, his need for physical violence having long overcome him. His head rotated all about, neck cracking with anticipation. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and then he saw it.

Plumes of fire erupted upwards, causing the distinct smell of ozone to pervade every sense, even this far away as Stu. He quickly grabbed a wrench he found in the seat next to him, and wedge it onto the pedal, and the truck began rattling forwards even fast. He swiftly kicked out the back window, sending it skittering away behind the truck, bouncing down the road. He put both legs up against the front window, and pushed, the glass giving way and flying upwards, soaring into the sky and landing with a smash behind the truck.

He took another tool, a crowbar, and jammed into the steering wheel, locking it in place. The only clue that this truck was on the way was the roaring, which was being drowned out by repeated explosions. The truck was on a collision course towards the enforcers who were trying to rally by the gate.

It would hurt.

Stu threw himself into the back of the truck through the rear window, and then jumped from the back into the air as the truck zoomed away. He timed it perfectly, landing near the downed Rem.

Stu launched himself into action just as the truck was roaring into the ranks of the remaining enforcers. He cocked back a fist, and then let loose, the hand impacting upon the back of one of the enforcer's heads, causing the man to fly forwards from the impact.

Stu looked towards the other beating on Rem, and then roundhoused the man, if for no reason but to push him away from Rem. He leaned down and grabbed the boy by the arm, hefting him up.

"No time for this. Get moving, before I shoot you instead."

He grabbed one of the molotovs that was laying on the ground, and lit it. He hefted it towards the truck, which had impacted upon the walls, setting it aflame. He hoped there was enough gas in it...

[Sean Barker]

The lights would go out for a second and the red emergency lights would flicker on and turn the place into a completely new enviornment.

(-10 Wis for everyone.(only counts if you've gotten inside the facility))

[The New Student Dean]

The End Begins

The lack of light was just the beginning.

...Soon, gas would follow through.

Along with explosions.

The entire place had been wired to explode, from top-to-bottom. To try and seal the experiments from the bottom from ever reaching the surface.

Even Das "Feuer" Mann, the Angsar Brothers, and the parking lot outside would find itself under the intoxication of sleeping gas, explosions erupting from the blacktop. All of the Enforcers, strangely enough, were hit especially hard. Even the captured Roland.

...But while the sleeping gas and explosions continued...

...

Moderator Instruction: All participants. You are to make one last post, before you either get knocked out by debris or the sleeping gas takes effect.

Afterward... the conclusion, and then, the long-awaited aftermath.

[Stu Pott]

Stu heard the explosions, and his mind went almost feral. His intelligence was low, but his instinct to survive was high. He immediately tore a strip of cloth from a downed Enforcer, and covered his mouth. He doubted the ability of this strip from really stopping the gas, but it'd buy him time, if nothing else.

He pulled the shotgun from his holster, and pumped, loading the first shot into the breach. He looked about, enforcers falling over left and right. He smiled, bending over, grabbing two of those rods that they used, collapsible. He shoved them both into his jacket's pocket, before scouring around, looking at the two enforcers he currently hovered over.

The scanner on his eye jumped around, measuring their power levels. Diminishing quickly, showing their deep sleep. He felt hazy, and he had only a little time. He bent over, grabbing the canisters off of both of these downed men. His hand brushed against something with a gun grip.

He grinned.

He pocketed the taser as well, strapping the two sets of canisters to his jacket's inner hooks, normally set for his shotgun. He smiled, and began walking away from the parking lot. He bent down, grabbing Rem by the wrist, and then hefted him, throwing the small boy over his shoulder. He shifted his weight, and began his run, wishing he hadn't drove that truck into the building.

He smiled... He was making away with some fat loot, as well as alive, which was a good lot more than most people...