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Post by Scene on Jul 24, 2010 16:57:16 GMT -8
His feet fell harshly, resounding sound. Behind him, a familiar face, yet strange to the students of 259. They wore cloth bags over thier heads, with eyes cut into them. Tied around the neck would be some rope, keeping the sack clamped tightly around their heads. People shied away from them, Scene would stop, looking back at Vespyr, right outside the front doors.
"This is not a mission for the good. Eliminate your fear, harden yourself to what must be done."
He would wait for her response, before he turned around, walking through the front doors and into the main office to the left. From under his coat would appear a tazer gun, which he would fire straight into the face of the secretary, causing her to jolt and fall backward, shaking. He dropped the handle of the gun, stepping past her and moving into the office of the Supervisor. He hoped the man would be there...for if he was, this would move a lot smoother. Once inside, Vespyrs orders were to block the door, keeping people from getting in.
"Supervisor, lets talk, shall we?"
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 24, 2010 17:15:10 GMT -8
Behind the cloth mask, Vespyr narrowed her eyes at Scene's words; he obviously didn't know her very well if he had to remind her to not be afraid. A bitter growl could be heard from beneath the loose disguise as she stepped through the door, regarding the incapacitated secretary with apathy. She grabbed a glass paperweight from the woman's desk as she passed, her bootsteps echoing ominously down the hall. Faces had appeared in several of the small office windows, but frantically disappeared as she passed.
Once inside the supervisor's office, she let the door close behind her, glancing quickly out the small rectangle of window. Without hesitation, she clutched the edges of a cheap metal filing desk and dragged it in front of the door, jarring Mr. Asiv's things to the floor in the process. Papers fluttered in the air as she positioned the desk securely to block the entrance. A pictureframe was knocked down, shattering into tiny fragments of glass which Vespyr ground into the floor with her boot as she lifted herself onto the desk. Her boots displaced the rest of what remained there with a cacaphony of crashes and breaking noises--a paper tray, a telephone, and an array of small meaningless objects lay broken on the ground.
The sound of destruction filled her ears, sending jolts of adrenaline down her spine. Beneath the mask, her breath was hot and uncomfortable. Today, she was not in a good mood; which was a propitious time for her to be performing such tasks as they were to perform.
The glass paperweight grew warm in the girl's hand as she clutched it tightly, wanting to hurl it at something--anything. But she kept it handy, in case there was trouble... |
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jul 26, 2010 13:54:00 GMT -8
Well if that wasnt an interesting surprise. A couple of masked individuals entering the office of the supervisor to talk? Well this made the green haired man very interested, confused, and intrigued. What kind of power would Asiv have to help this man ever since the new reforms? Oh well its better to see than to ponder right? Asiv would watch the door get barred and defended, he noted the space where the secret entrance to his lab was for help from the two individuals that stayed there if need be, though Asiv doubted he would have a hard fight on his hands.
He wasn't being cocky it was just his way of thinking he doubted this would come to violance to begin with, a visit to his office hostile or not didn't usually have battle worthy consequences and fromt he looks of things they didn't want to be known and they didn't want to be interupted. Also considering the beginning statement of a talk unless under fake pretenses this would be a nagotiation.
"Please, have a seat."
Asiv kept his cool head and offered chairs. He was unsure to the length of this talk, and he wanted the guy to sit because he didn't want to have to talk on uneven ground for the time being. A comfurt thing.
"Interesting company you have."
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Post by Scene on Jul 26, 2010 19:18:00 GMT -8
The supervisor could not be more wrong, on so many things.
Scene reached up, removing his cloth mask with ease. He reached over, placing it into the hand of his companion. Cameras, which were likely to be placed throughout the room, would focus in on his face, which was covered by yet another mask, made of white Iron. Scene took the seat, indicating that Vespyr should complete her mission. Unknown to the man before him, Scene knew about the..."secret" entrance to the lab. How? Well, Andrew Black, of course. That, however, was another story. Should the doors begin to open, She would slam them shut, keeping anyone from the aid of the current leader of the school. Scene cooled his expression, never taking his eyes from the person across from him.
"Hello, Asiv. My name is Scene, as you probably well know."
Vespyr would keep her mask on, as instructed, so as to protect her identity.
"This school, in recent months, has undergone a challenge for power. The students are uprising against the teachers and agaisnt themselves in a struggle for power which neither you, nor i, can hope to control." He smiled. "And i, for one, would like to keep it that way." He pulled a note from inside his pocket, which appeared to be in Asiv's handwriting. Stolen paperwork does its job. "This is a letter, from you, stepping down from your post as the Supervisor." He tucked it away. "Of course, some will wonder as to why you would leave the school when a time of teachers control and calm is so necessary, however-" He took off his outer garments, all except the jeans, leaving himself bare chested as a large smile came over him. His eyes and pupils dialated, adrenaline rushing him.
"-You will not be around to dispute it."
He would kick the desk, slamming it backward, intent on crushing the Supervisor against the wall, unable to move. The battle, he knew, would probably be loud, and destructive. He didn't care. He wanted to kids to see. The teachers to see. The students had nothing more to fear from those who were older. With thier leader down, they would all fear his power. His face would be the face of freedom, and the uprising to follow would be instantaneous. Once the desk caught the teacher against the wall, Scene would jump over, dropkicking the man in the face, meaning to instantly shatter his bones.
All the blame would be on him for this, he knew. But none could debate or prevent it.
Stats:
Str- 60
Dex- 57
Con- 50
Int- 60
Wis- 55
Cha- 55 (110)
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 26, 2010 20:01:50 GMT -8
Vespyr’s attention was divided keenly between her partner and the supervisor, watching the former for cues and the latter for any sign of trouble. As Scene delivered his manifesto, Vespyr turned to glance through the small window once more; satisfied that the entrance would not be breached, she hopped down from the metal cabinet, slinking her way around the perimeter of the room until she had reached the secret door, where Scene had said it ought to be. She remained with her back to the wall, her hands flat behind her and sliding outward until the tips of her fingers found the slight crease indicating the presence of a doorframe.
For the time being, she would remain stiffly positioned in front of the secret door, ready to shove her weight against it at any sign of resistance from behind. Behind the mask, her visage was grave, unfeeling. Her eyes had drifted from Scene as he prepared to launch the assault, to Asiv where he would be pinned beneath the desk. Her teeth clenched at the sound of the violence, and possibly the sickening crunch of bones and blood. The tension was not a grimace; she was not disgusted by what she saw.
She had a feeling it was about to get very, very loud in here… |
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 4, 2010 17:15:47 GMT -8
Inside the lab where two of Asiv's most loyal friends, one of which was his body guard John Ong, a boy who was about to graduate to senior. He was studying the material that his hammer was made out of when he heard the commotion going on outside, he heard motion right outside the door to the lab and hopped up quickly, his red hair and red eyes where off set by his now white clothing as he picked the hammer up out of its locked position and went to the door to try and open it. It did;t budge. Pushing harder the second time it was obviouse that it was being held closed.
"Yo, Strife we have a problem!"
John swung the hammer down to give it a bit of momentum as it circled around to behind him, grabbing with both hands as he put his entire body into it, the hammer erupting in flames as he hit the door on the other side, the flames would erupt around the door actually escaping to the other side in a quick flare.
As he reached back for a second strike, he gave the hammer more energy, but was stopped as it almost made contact by a gloved hand, looking over and the male with the mask was holding the hammer, having stopped its momentum completely, his eyes where glowing white, he was having a premonition.
"Let it be."
He would tell John Ong.
"But theres gotta be something going on out there!"
"There is, and for things to move correctly this has to happen."
"What? What has to happen?!"
"You must fail to help Asiv."
"...!"
John's face was now contorted by anger.
"No!"
And a battle would erupt within the lab.
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As the table was kicked against his abdomen he was pushed back to the wall, Asiv was surprised but not helpless as he smashed the middle of the desk, with his palm. Cracking it he would break it with his leg as he kicked upwards to flip the desk upwards as it broke in two throwing splinters and paperwork everywhere. Asiv had plenty of time to figure out what was going on, this was deffinitly a hostile mission considering the state of battle readiness the masked man had put himself in. But the body of the male was already in motion in the dropkick formation flying through the splinters his feet where coming for where his face was, now his chest, putting one arm in the way as it was pushed to him.
He was slammed against the wall again, this kid was strong. Obviousely one of those he needed people like John Ong to protect him from, but this situation was undoubtedly going to happen eventually.
Pushing away from the wall Asiv would use the arm that had been pushed to his body to throw away the one foot it had been able to protect him from, the other foot sadly had landed rouchly across his ribs.
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Post by Scene on Aug 5, 2010 14:42:58 GMT -8
Scene laughed maniacally as his fight had begun, one foot connecting solidly against Asivs ribs. Wood chips had flown about him as the desk exploded in two, the supervisor kicking the thing clean in half. His feet would plant, and Scene would immediately make use of his forward momentum, bending at the knees as he came down and exploding upwards, tightening the muscles in his neck as he sped like a bullet toward Asivs heart.
His metal mask would aim to connect with the teachers sternum, and even if he would be blocked, the man would still likely be blown backwards through the wall, clean out into the front walkway of the school. Some may ask- wouldn't it defeat the purpose to have a letter stating Asiv resigned, only to beat him to hell publically? Perhaps, if they didn't read the context of the note. It stated quite simply that the teacher feared for his life, and so was resigning today in order to escape the fate that he was to be condemned to. Scene would walk through the hole, signally for his partner to follow. The hole in her covering was right near the mouth, and Scene would cut his wrist on some glass hanging from the wall as he passed through it.
He would hold out his arm, right up to her lips, as he would watch the Supervisor try to get up.
"Drink, my dear. Drink, and show this fool your strength."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 5, 2010 15:51:05 GMT -8
There was someone behind the door.
Vespyr felt a brutish shove from the other side, her spine and legs tensing immediately to counteract the pressure and keep the passage sealed. A moment later, the force came again--and to her immediate surprise, tendrils of flame had exploded on all sides of her, and she was for an instant engulfed in heat. Her grip only tightened in determination as the sensitive flesh of her fingers stung under the heat from the flash burn. A hiss streamed through her gritted teeth as she prepared for another blow, but none came. Her ears detected murmuring, faint hollow echoes coming from the other side. Then silence.
She looked up in time to see Scene stepping through a newly made hole in the wall, signaling her to follow. Though her confidence about the security of the door was far from stable, she obeyed—through tightly gritted teeth. Without the shade over her eyes beneath her mask, she would have been blinded by the summer sunlight. It illuminated the clouds of dust that billowed and bled from the wound Scene had torn in the wall, surrounding her momentarily as she passed through, to the outside where violence and blood and broken bones were waiting. Her boots crunched on the gravel. Everywhere in sight, students had stopped in their tracks to witness with horror the doomed fate of their leader. The ascent of chaos was imminent; it crept into their minds and shook them, making their hearts shiver with excitement and trepidation. All were watching; but none had stepped forward.
Vespyr’s eyes panned across the crowd, her heart beating like a metal hammer in her chest. There was a job to be done and it would be done. While humanity stood aside uselessly and stared in awe, she and Scene would complete their dirty work. She was by his side now. The scent of his blood made her hunger; though she was unsure of his intent, she reassured herself that he knew what he was doing. He had the plans. As much as she hated to be his dog, she knew that it was of utter importance to obey; questions could come later. The fate of the mission depended on her willingness to cooperate.
While in the back of her mind, raging thoughts shuddered and spat, she licked the blood from his wounded arm, closing her eyes as she did so. Almost instantaneously, the taste of iron had flooded from her tongue to her brain, and a small, sharp pain emanated from behind her eyes. She stumbled back; eyes closed, and then regained her footing. Her head was reeling.
When she opened her eyes, they were not as they had been moments ago—the whites and the pupils had disappeared, leaving only an eerie fuchsia; a raw and shining pigment like the blood of blackberries. Behind the mask, she licked her lips, overtaken by the taste of what blood remained there, dripping as her rage surged and compelled her forward, toward the body on the ground. No longer the supervisor, he had become mere panting flesh that she needed to sink her claws into until there was nothing left to destroy. He was blood. A lot of blood.
(Qi activated. Current stats:
STR: 106
DEX: 124
CON: 56
INT: 30
WIS: 64
CHA: 30
Number of posts until passout OR second drink of blood: 4)
The murmur of the crowd was growing louder, but even louder still the sound of Vespyr’s boots pounding the ground seemed to echo forebodingly across the campus. Suddenly, silence. Asiv was at her feet, or, standing before her if he had managed to get up. Unlikely. She would reach for his neck—the stem to his being, the carrier of the blood to the crown of his body where his precious brain lie beneath his skull… She would tighten her grip until blood seeped between her fingers, and straighten her arm so that he was held before her at a distance. Her claws would be steeled in his flesh. Her other hand was drawn back like she was about to pitch a fastball, her bony fingers arched menacingly, black claws glinting in the sunlight. She would swing the arm with full force, her ravenous talons making a swift arc right to Asiv’s face.
She would mutilate him. |
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