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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 8, 2013 3:56:27 GMT -8
Consequences
Theme Song: Hard Fought from Half Life 2 OST Thirty yards. Thirty yards was enough to see that the MAN RACING FOR THE SERGENT WAS INCREDIBLY FAST.
The Sergent reached to his side, in what appeared to be futility. The metal bat was racing towards his head to splatter him.
Blood flew into the air.
It was like a watermelon was burst open with a hammer.
...As Dickinson was tripped by the Sergent and thrown in front of him. The base of his skull was all that was left of him in the downward swing, as the Sergent then reached with his left hand to his side to pull out and whip out his own baton. In the most calmed, urgent voice, the sergent screamed to his left-flank."PULL! PULL"...As he reached with with his other hand to reach for the chained up man... and pulled down the muzzle onto its neck violently.
What stared ahead, shaken, scared... was the red-eyed Experiment, #F04589.
...Its nostrils flaired, as fire jutted out of it briefly. Nervous. Its chest began to expand... as the area around its mouth grew hotter and hotter, flames beginning to fly out...
---Delilah and Leech's advance was startlingly quick. And thus prompted the flanking forces to begin converging on them. However, they had already gone forward, ahead of the sergeant by about five feet forward and five feet towards their indicated flanks, by the time they began to converge. It was like watching lightning.
The Experiment's retainer immediatly backed up, to allow the Experiment time to move forward, regardless of how shackled he was. But the creature did not move.
---Delilah would find four people converging on their position. All with their batons out, readying their swings to be brought down on their heads. Sparks flew into the sky as the lightning slash (by the patrolmen's comparison) brought his baton up and into the air by the sheer force of her swing... as a sharp pain suddenly penetrated deeply into the patrolman's left kidney, his intestines being torn apart and deformed inward.
The knife kept to guard at Delilah's neck quickly found itself in the diaphragm of the same poor soldier and was quickly torn downward, ripping off the Kevlar off the man's shirt as his rib cage was ripped open, blood fountaining into the air, all over Delilah...
Her tanto, as her reaction was ready, was quick to pull itself out with quick effectiveness, as the three surviving patrolmen came around Leech and Delilah, stopping just about three feet about them. Their downward swings were instead used to counter and deflect the circular swings at their own necks, only made plausible not due to their own inborn speed, but due to the multitude of targets that Delilah was trying to do this too at the same time.
One of the Patrolmen on Leech's right side would look briefly to his partner on Leech's right flank and then make a horizontal swing to the man's ribcage, as the man's partner moved in front of him, holding his baton defensively.
the patrolman on Leech's left flank, whose partner was just downed by Delilah moved forward, holding his baton up vertically, as though to provoke her. Even if he wasn't quick enough, if he saw Delilah's attention drawn to her right flank ever-so-much, he would grab at his still-standing dead comrade's back and push the body into her, before trying to take a sharp horizontal swing at her neck to snap it.
Moderator Note: WARNING! WARNING! QI TO BE REVEALED IN THE NEXT POST! WARNING! WARNING!4/6x Patrolmen
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 10
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar
1x Patrol Leader
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 12
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar, Radio, Barker's Special Handcuffs (w/ Key)
1x F-Series Experiment (#F04589)
Statistics:
- Strength: X
- Dexterity: X
- Constitution: X
- Intelligence: X
- Wisdom: X
- Charisma: X
Equipment: Dog Muzzle, Chainless Shackles, Ankle Shackles w/ Chains, Chain LeashQi: X |
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 8, 2013 4:44:09 GMT -8
Pa rum pum pum, splat. The drummer boy and his drum went down, and Cain was already reeling back his bloodied weapon for a horizontal swing aimed for the sergeant's square jaw, to knock it off its hinges. After he swung, his eyes flicked just beyond the man, to the unmuzzled red-eyed creature in the chains. For a second he thought he saw…
But the very next second Cain was distracted by the two men approaching his right flank. Finding the proximity a little to close get any good swings with the bat, he tossed the fucking thing a good distance over their heads as his right hand ducked into his leather jacket to whip out his switchblade. The soldier's baton swung at Cain's chest but would meet instead with his free left hand which shot out to seize the weapon before it could dig into his ribs. He yanked it roughly toward himself, possibly wrenching it from the soldier's grasp but more likely causing the man to lurch forward with it, stumbling right into the switchblade. Cain would release the baton to shove the man off by his shoulder, wrenching the knife out of his gut, and finishing it off with a firm kick in the groin to send him reeling back into his partner.
There wasn't time to deal with the other guy yet, though. Cain turned his glare back to the experiment, who was clearly about to throw some sort of fiery tantrum.
"Get behind me, doll." he called out to Anna, and glanced around at his feet where the sergeant would probably have landed after the vicious blow to his face. Whether the man was dead or alive, Cain would swiftly stoop and seize him by the collar of his uniform and heave him back up onto his feet. He firmly braced weight of the man's body against his forearms and elbows as he held the sergeant like a shield against whatever shitstorm was about to come spewing from the little red-eyed boy's mouth, ducking behind the large man. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 8, 2013 16:12:32 GMT -8
Blood arched up and into the air, spattering deep red across her skin and in her hair, soaking the parts of her shirt where it landed. She barely noticed. As long as it didn't get in her eyes or mouth, or in any scratches she might have, she wouldn't be too concerned. As it was, she was purely caught up in the combat. Her blood sang with energy and awareness; so much so that when the soldier beside the man she had killed raised his baton at her, she moved in roughly at the same time that Cain moved right.
The man was holding his baton vertically, aloft and in a relatively defensive position. This was actually a good place for him to be in; it gave him a lot of options, leaving her with only a few.
It was a good thing she was adaptable.
Delilah went in for a lunge, crossing two feet of distance rather quickly--and then feinted. She dropped to a crouch, kicking her leg out for his ankles to sweep them out from under him. If this worked, as he fell and she completed her kick, she would take the serrated edge of her bowie knife and slice upwards high up on his inner thigh in an attempt to carve through the femoral artery. Probably resulting in more blood in the face, given her position, but would leap backwards to a standing position from her former crouch, away from him as he fell.
If this was successful, Delilah would be in time to see what was going on with the Experiment (God, he's just a boy...) and shift behind Cain at his suggestion, taking care to keep her back to his to avoid flanking, should anyone be left alive.
If not, Delilah would have no choice but to finish her work, leaving her exposed in the wake of...whatever plausible thing the Experiment would be doing.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 9, 2013 17:15:56 GMT -8
Wingless Dragon "PULL! PU---"The words of the Sergent were interrupted as Leech's lethal downward lambasting was quick to swing horizontally. At the Sergent's jaw.
How fast was Leech?
The Sergent wasn't able to spew out his final thoughts on the matter, as his THE HINGE OF HIS JAW WAS BATTED OFF, TEARING HIS JAW OFF HALFWAY. His tongue lolled out painfully in the spurts of blood, and the Sergent fell onto his ass, crying in unimaginable pain, his nerves sticking out from his thick throat. His right cheek was torn apart, down to the lip...
---The two patrolmen flanking Leech's and Delilah's right wouldn't have time to be frozen in horror at the occurences to their long-standing sergent, but were instead focused on their duties. All they saw was the power and strength that they had to outthink and outmanuever.
And then Leech would turn to his right and throw his baseball bat over the right-flankers, before quickly flourishing out his own blade in a flash.
The thrown bat was quickly batted down by the defensive-right flanker, aiming the lengthy projectile down at the Leech's legs.---Nothing lethal, but something to potentially trip over if Leech wasn't too careful.
Leech was a little more than twice as fast than these patrolmen. But he had swung down killing one, half-knocked off the jaw of the patrol leader, threw his bat over the heads of his right flankers, drew out his knife, and aimed to grab at the horizontal-swinger's weapon as it was being swung at him.
Leech was VERY fast compared to these patrol men.
...But not Vespyr fast enough.
The baton would crunch into Leech's rib cage, perhaps breaking one or two, by the time he would finally grab hold of the man's weapon. However, by grabbing the man's weapon and taking the hit, Leech would find his stab into the man's abdomen, managing to insert his knife right into the patrolman's appendix, using the man's forward momentum against himself, crushing it in two. There would be a squeal from the man as blood poured from his body, the blade tickling painfully into him. The patrolman would land right on top of Leech, being pulled over in... and deeper onto Leech's exposed length.
Blood would erupt from the patrolman's mouth seven second delayed effect, over Leech's right side of his back, a the blunt of the baton in hand.
The baton would be dropped, and the man would be shoved back into his defensive partner, who came behind to catch his compatriot... only to watch his stabbed comrade get kicked into the groin and right back into him.
The right flanking force would be sent sprawling, six feet away, on their asses."OHHHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK, THE FUCKER STABBED ME! HE FUCKIN' STABBED ME AND KIC---! FUCK. FUCK---"Coughing. More blood. His comrade began pushing forward to jump himself up behind his stabbed friend and try to pull him away to safety.
Delilah would proceed to annihlate the left flank.
To the defensive patrolmen, his vision of his comrades slightly obscured, the beautiful, dark-haired woman who was moving in front of him might as well have been a cyborg, moving with the precision of a machine. All he saw was her suddenly getting very close, provoking him to jab the baton into her eye, his mouth going slack as he let out a breath as he struck at her---
---He didn't realize it was a feint until his legs went flying out underneath him. All the balance of his core was pushed to his upper body, in a forward momentum, making his legs rush out to his left.
And in mid-air, his thigh would be sliced.
The baton would be let go of and as the man slammed back into the ground, he would curl into a fetal position, trying to hold pressure against his thigh. His hands would be crushed by the impact, but his adrenaline was pumping, which would only make him bleed out faster---something he was aware of. He could now only hope at this point, as Delilah shifted back behind Leech.
His only chance for survival, he'd realize through gritted teeth, was to not provoke anymore attacks on himself and keep the pressure on his leg...
...Meanwhile, the patrol leader, with half of his mouth left, had tears streaming down his face, trying to crack his jaw back into place right his left hand... letting go of the baton.
...And grabbing for the radio that was at the back of his belt.
With Leech and Delilah very focused on the Experiment before him, the radio would be slid back to the Experiment's retainer... just as the patrol leader was picked up by the scruff of his collar and pull the full weight of the man rather easily back onto his feet. His feet found unsteady strength, but the patrol leader would be standing, only to slouch over Leech. Leech wouldn't find any resistance, as the man... panicking, was only focused on keeping his jaw aligned.
But knowing #F04589 for as long as he did... the patrol leader closed his eye and waited for the blast.* * * * * * * * * * * * * The experiment stared. He listened as his retainers continued marching amongst themselves, happy to be well enough left alone. They marched him for miles every day. He kept his head down to avoid the time like in last January when he had stepped in a nail-tack. It had taken three weeks for the medical technitians to realize it was there for that long and they almost had to amputate it.
Every day, every moment was a blur. He couldn't speak, he listened and droned on in silence, only to be taken back into his cell, where Gunther would feed him through a tube his nutrients for the day through a thick, bendy, see-through tube. He wondered why they couldn't at least use color-coated "tubes" so he didn't have to stare at the things they forced him to ingest every day.
That morning, it had had tasted like scrambled eggs, blueberry pancakes, and rotten eggplant. Best meal they'd fed him in the last seven months.
---These were the only things he could think of as for the seventeenth time... and the last time, Gunther pulled down dog muzzle.
He stared at the man who was bent over their assailant, over half of their squad wiped out.
...When he could have sworn he saw the patrol leader... raise up his thumb.
The metal collar about his neck loosened, and #F04589's eyes went wide.Muzzle down. Thumbs up.
If the boy still had his vocal chords, he would have screamed at his Sergent to stop.
Instead, he screamed an ocean of fire.Serpent's Breath:
Strength: 60
Dexterity: 120 Unmuzzled
Theme Song: ...Be Done by Danny Baranowsky There would be a wave of heat. And then fire.
All the energy stored in #F04589's chest would be released into an inferno at Leech and Delilah, with the Sergent taking the bulk of it. Flames would wrap around their legs, burning away their clothes. The sergent himself would grow insanely hot, as his flesh was burned away and fire's eruption continued to burn away at the bones.
The left flanker holding onto his cut thigh wouldn't even have a moment before he would be consumed by the blast, totally exposed. All that would be left would be the black ashes of his skeleton. The right flankers would continue to pull away in a hurried pace... before one realized that half of the stabbed patrolman's body was gone, his legs consumed by the flames.
The heat would be a constant... Leech's arms, protected only by the Sergent's body, would at best... receive instantaneous third-degree burns. Their legs only protected by the thin layer of cloth that they wore into today, all the hairs singed off. Delilah's hair would perhaps catch on fire if she wasn't on careful and hadn't ducked low enough.
...While the retainer let go of #F04589's chain. Bending over to pick up the radio. He crackled it to life.*"This is Squad 29. Requesting back-up and extraction. Code 43."**"Roger, Squad 29. Back-up and extraction is on the way."** * * * * * * * * * * * *
Moderator Note: FOUR POSTS REMAIN UNTIL  'S ARRIVAL.3/6x Patrolmen
- 2/3 Severely Injured, Incapacitated
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 10
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar
0/1x Patrol Leader
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 12
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar, Radio, Barker's Special Handcuffs (w/ Key)
1x F-Series Experiment (#F04589)
Statistics:
- Strength: 25
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 8
- Wisdom: 20
- Charisma: 4
Equipment: Dog Muzzle, Chainless Shackles, Ankle Shackles w/ Chains, Chain LeashQi: Serpent's Breath - Serpent's Breath's Strength: 60
- Serpent's Breath's Rate Of Travel (Dexterity): 120
- Takes a post to gather his Qi into his heart, lungs, and his installed main fire cavity. Maelstrom of fire is released in a torrent from all his fire cavities. Fire will into an area of 5x25 feet at the base of his mouth, shooting out in a cone and spreading to a full length of 25x25 feet. -5 Constitution per use.
- Strength of Serpent's Breath is static.
- Maximum width and reach are determined by user's Charisma.
- Constitution consumption is not static and the cost would be higher if #F04589's constitution was higher.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 9, 2013 18:05:56 GMT -8
"Fuckin' hell--" the man grunted as a sudden surge of heat buffeted him. His fingers gripped more tightly at the dead man's solar, ducking deeper, but there seemed to be no escaping the flames. The frayed knees of his jeans were beginning to catch and the heat crept up the sleeves of his leather jacket. Any longer and he'd be engulfed in flames.
"May wanna back up, doll--" Cain barely managed to growl as he mustered up all the strength in his arms to push forward, shoving the heavy corpse toward the source of the flames in hopes of knocking the creature down. This would afford him the opportunity to lunge on top of both bodies, hopefully catching the creature off its guard for an instant long enough wrench the muzzle back up over its mouth and plunge his switchblade into its forehead.
note: slight blunt damage taken to shins, moderate bruising will occur
major blunt damage taken to left side of ribcage, two ribs broken, severe bruising and swelling will occur
first and second degree burn damage taken to exposed hands and knuckles, moderate redness and blistering will occur
first degree burn damage taken to exposed knees, jeans beginning to catch fire but suffocated upon jumping onto the sergeant and experiment |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 9, 2013 22:20:08 GMT -8
Heat overwhelmed them quickly and Delilah ducked further down reflexively behind Cain. Though her hair was clipped back and the flames blocked, the heat alone that converged around them singed the ends of her hair, her skin and her clothes (ALWAYS THE DAMN CLOTHES[/COLOR]). She hissed, unwilling to activate her Qi...remembering the LAST time she had done so when facing a fire-Qi user. Oh, the burning. "May wanna back up, doll--" With her back pressed against his, she could feel his body bracing to perform his next action. She did the math quickly in her head and knew that adding her own strength to the equation would improve their odds exponentially, even if she wasn't entirely sure of why Cain was doing what he was doing. She twisted on the spot to face his back, grasping him just behind the elbows with her own hands and essentially shoving them for him with all her strength (ensuring, at this time, that she held her knives in a reverse grip in her thumbs so that the blades were along her forearm and would not cut Cain). If this was successful and the flames dissipated, Delilah would throw a quick dive roll to the right on the incredibly hot, scorched ground, coming up to her feet in a skid before bolting behind the Experiment Cain was (hopefully) dealing with and towards the man with the radio, aiming to tackle the man around the middle and off his feet and plunging her knives deep into his eye sockets. If it didn't work, then the next actions would solely depend on whether she and Cain survived the fire, apart from activating her Qi to ensure some semblance of her own longevity.[/size]
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 10, 2013 19:09:43 GMT -8
Chain Marks
Theme Song: ...Be Done by Danny Baranowsky [/size][/center] The entire amosphere would be blanketed in intense heat, steam rising from the entire area. The concrete had caught fire.
----Five seconds. Five seconds and the area was fit for a standing barbeque. And that's how long it took until the breath itself petered out. And from the position of the now felled Sergent, Leech and Delilah had survived from literally five feet away from the very core of the blast.
The fire had stopped and the boy hunched forward for a moment---less than a second---before looking up to see the Sergent's flaming corpse being shoved at him. He quickly hunched down, bringing his arms between his legs (Dexterity: 40) and jumped himself backwards, into his retainer who was another five feet away from him who he shoved himself into accidentally.
This backwards jump would cause #F04589's retainer to drop the radio, just as he had completed delievering the information to Barker HQ moment's prior, in time to catch the boy with both arms behind the Experiment's shoulders. However, before he was able to push #F04589 out of the way, the boy did a backflip over the retainer... his long, five-foot chain sparking on the ground at the speed, and jumping up to hit the man square in the face, like a whip, knocking him on his ass... and tearing off his nose. ...When the sergent's body finally ended up landing on top of him.
Leech's attack with the sergent would leave him five feet in front of the retainer, and his knife at the ready.
...In time to see Delilah dive in front of him to stab the downed retainer in his eyes, his radio in pieces in front of him three feet from landing on the ground.
But if she wasn't careful, and she was, she might get hit by the tip of the chain from the experiment.
#F04589... had begun swinging his hips and his shoulders and neck in a forward and backwards motion, shambling forwards and backwards in an upward diagonal motion, so that the chain around his neck would be swinging at faster and increasingly faster speeds. The hidden strength of #F04589 was to be revealed as he did this with only marginal ease, grunting, as the collar about his neck tore and chaffed about his neck at the increasing friction.
...As he slowly began to backpeddle away from both Leech and Delilah.
Its eyes were wide... and the look of fear was definitely present. It knew its life would be all but forfeit in front of such fearsome fighters, and it knew that they knew it.
...Meanwhile, the two survivors continued to drag themselves away, further and further from Delilah's and Leech's right flank, and would continue to do so, until they were a good thirty yards away, in an alleyway between an abandoned cupcake shop and an equally abandoned flower store. There, the unstabbed one would rush over to his stabbed comrade, gritting his teeth, and tearing the lower half of his uniform, as the stabbed Barker patrolman continued to apply pressure to his abdomen."Fuck man... Fuckit, fuckit, fuckit, I'm gonna bleed out, I'm gonna bleed outtttt---""Shutthefuckup, you're gonna be alright, man... just... keep holding it..."* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Moderator Note: THREE POSTS REMAIN UNTIL 'S ARRIVAL.2/6x Patrolmen
- 1/2 Severely Injured, Incapacitated
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 10
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar
0/1x Patrol Leader
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 12
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar, Radio, Barker's Special Handcuffs (w/ Key)
1x F-Series Experiment (#F04589)
Statistics:
- Strength: 25
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 8
- Wisdom: 20
- Charisma: 4
Equipment: Dog Muzzle, Chainless Shackles, Ankle Shackles w/ Chains, Chain LeashQi: Serpent's Breath - Serpent's Breath's Strength: 60
- Serpent's Breath's Rate Of Travel (Dexterity): 120
- Takes a post to gather his Qi into his heart, lungs, and his installed main fire cavity. Maelstrom of fire is released in a torrent from all his fire cavities. Fire will into an area of 5x25 feet at the base of his mouth, shooting out in a cone and spreading to a full length of 25x25 feet. -5 Constitution per use.
- Strength of Serpent's Breath is static.
- Maximum width and reach are determined by user's Charisma.
- Constitution consumption is not static and the cost would be higher if #F04589's constitution was higher.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 10, 2013 19:37:33 GMT -8
Cain's knees dug into the charred and oozing corpse of the man beneath him, almost completely suffocating the growing flames on his knees to mere smoldering tufts of fabric that stung his knees, causing only mild burns. The man shoved himself up from the ground, having been too slow to knock the boy down, and then found himself backpedaling off balance for a moment as throbbing pain jolted from the left side of his ribcage in a sudden tremor, where the adrenaline had kept him from noticing before. He gritted his teeth at what he saw as only a distraction, but couldn't afford to assess the full extent of the damage that moment. He had a good clue, having had broken ribs several times before; it was nothing he couldn't handle until he'd crushed the competition and left no witnesses, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be pleasant later on. No matter. The man forced the sharp-toothed grin back onto his face and stooped to pick up the metal bat by his feet, which had struck him in the shins earlier.
He switched the switchblade to his left hand and held the bat in his right as he moved forward again, approaching the shuffling, shackled experiment that looked like it was half-trying to escape and half-performing a little dance as it did so. Leech was careful to keep a safe distance between himself and the swinging chain, standing about ten feet away when he reeled back his right arm at a low angle and hurled the metal bat down horizontally toward the creature's emaciated legs. The bat would spin rapidly as it was flung beneath the rapidly spinning chain that whipped like the propeller of a helicopter about the boy's neck, most likely snapping the stick-like bones in its shins, or at the very least, wrecking its balance as it backpedaled and gyrated its thin body.
Leech switched the blade back to his right hand and would dart toward the boy if he'd fallen down, the very first thing to do being to slam the side of its head into the pavement with his left hand so its fire breathing mouth faced away from himself as he stabbed the switchblade down into the soft spot in its temple with his right fist. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 11, 2013 2:01:26 GMT -8
Hot blood spurted out over her hands as both her knives plunged into the frontal lobe of the retainers brain. Business as usual. Her mind cartwheeled as thoughts, predictions and ideas raced through her mind. The Experiment had a chain (He's just a boy[/i]), with how he back flipped and maneuvered out of the way in the knick of time. He was fast (JUST A BOY), almost as fast as she was.
Not enough time to think. The chain came whizzing over her head as she dropped reflexively over the still twitching body, rolling across the still burning ground and up to a crouch. As she did so, Delilah would fling her well balanced. bowie knife towards the epicenter of the Experiment's torso just beneath the rise of his rib cage, aiming for the diaphragm. Stopping the young man from inhaling breath at all, if it connected, as the muscle controlling the inflation of the lungs would be rendered useless, this being done around Cain so as not to hit him and before he flung the baseball bat.
Whether or not this should land (at the very least, Cain could use the deadly weapon, if he so chose [or was able]) Delilah would pitch another quick side roll to the right, to stay low beneath the rotating chain of the Experiment as she followed the trail of blood to the alleyway on the right. Rising out of her crouch, she stalked forward towards the alley, flicking out her pocket knife as she did so.
Looming there in the entrance to the alley would be Delilah, silhouetted with the mid-afternoon sun at her back. A slant of light would catch her eyes just so, having them glitter cold blue light in the dark, much as the knives did in her hand.
She started forward, face eerily calm as she took stock of the situation. The man without legs was going do die. Nothing could be done about it and honestly, death was kinder than letting him go back to Barker where he would be 'punished' for his failure...or used in an Experiment.
The other...well, he had raised his weapon to Delilah once already. A threat was a threat. Threats were to be eliminated.[/size]
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 11, 2013 3:04:26 GMT -8
Thread & Needle Strips of leathere were sewn tightly to his body and bald head. Threads of pure white were bled a dark red, sewn with great care and impossible precision. Skin was sewn to skin. Muscle was reinforced. Blood flowed freely from the wounds. Upon his forearms, up to his biceps, leather gauntlets were sewn. About his waist, with careful detail, a belt and loin cloth to go over his groin and make him decent. Sewn over his chest were four metal buckles, angled down with more leather belts going through them, andover his right shoulder. His movement was never obstrcuted and flowed easily...
...As he raced silently to his objective over the ruined streets of California. His right purple eye seeing far ahead... before changing to yellow. And then red. With every change, his firm lips seemed to break out in a different expression of humanity. Seeing. Being. Hearing. Knowing. The only imperfection... between several layers of belt that were sewn tightly onto his head, his skin growing over them slightly... was a black vein that seemed to go over his scalp. It seemed to pulsate with such strength that it would appear as though it would be painful... but the silent crafter was never to be seen once distracted.
So fleet-footed was he that his leather shoes, expertly sewn to his feet and ankles never appeared to even touch the ground. He raced with a speed that was most inhuman. And every time, his motion from the jutting left foot to the stomping right foot... was repeated over and over again, perfectly. Never was there a flaw in this ritualistic speed running. Everything practiced... not for the sake of running. But for the sake of a practiced, mandatory perfection.
His sturdy expression turned to that... where he saw it.
Flames.
Fire.
Soul.
Fear.
He veered to the left as he ran... perhaps accidentally, three feet, perhaps distracted from what he saw.
So the imposing figure veered to the right as he ran, three feet.
He would repeat this... six-hundred forty times.
Nothing would interrupt him. Not even the imperfect streets, ruined as they were. Six-hundred forty veer steps, at the exact speed, at the same beat would occur.
His needles bounced beautifully, from off his leather arm-gauntlets.Moderator Note: TWO POSTS REMAIN UNTIL 'S ARRIVAL.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 11, 2013 4:03:31 GMT -8
B-Class Experiment
Theme Song: C.K.Modify from Armored Core Last Raven The boy was grunting, staring concerned. He was expecting another attack... and he was being cornered by the both of them on the street. Watching the red-eyed man pick up his bat. Watching his compatriot from behind him triangulate herself to corner #F04589 on the street itself.
With horror, he watched as the figure appeared to... toss its bat---HARD---at its legs.
---He almost didn't notice it. Staring, wild-eyed, at the flash of metal, #F04589 raised up his chainless shackles to block it---only to see the knife tear into the shackles like butter, stopping only at the hilt, inches away from his diaphragm. However, being so distracted, and with his left foot forward, the bat would CAREEN into his left shin and shatter the front-most bone, making the boy scream out in a low, inhumane tone.
*BOOOON*
*BOOOOOOON*
---And would barely be able to stand. Tears streamed down his face. Only the will to survive kept the momentum of the chain going as the boy fell to a crouch, undulating his upper body... knowing that the moment that he stopped... was the moment that this red-eyed man would swoop in and kill him....Meanwhile... ...The legless soldier... looked up at his friend, who was applying bandages. His legs had been cauterized by the blast, but... light was fading away in his eyes. He stared up at his compatriot... "Fuck, man... Fuck, I think I'm...""NO, FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. YOU STAY WITH ME.---"The man applying the bandages... stared up in time to see Delilah. Wide-eyed, unarmed. He spat at her."FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!"...Ignoring her another moment... applying more pressure to the wound, his comrade's grip on his bicep... fading...
1/6x Patrolmen
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 10
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar
0/1x Patrol Leader
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 12
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar, Radio, Barker's Special Handcuffs (w/ Key)
1x F-Series Experiment (#F04589)
Statistics:
- Strength: 25
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 11 - 10 = 1 (Will To Live)
- Intelligence: 8
- Wisdom: 20
- Charisma: 4
Equipment: Dog Muzzle, Chainless Shackles, Ankle Shackles w/ Chains, Chain LeashQi: Serpent's Breath Unable To Use - Serpent's Breath's Strength: 60
- Serpent's Breath's Rate Of Travel (Dexterity): 120
- Takes a post to gather his Qi into his heart, lungs, and his installed main fire cavity. Maelstrom of fire is released in a torrent from all his fire cavities. Fire will into an area of 5x25 feet at the base of his mouth, shooting out in a cone and spreading to a full length of 25x25 feet. -5 Constitution per use.
- Strength of Serpent's Breath is static.
- Maximum width and reach are determined by user's Charisma.
- Constitution consumption is not static and the cost would be higher if #F04589's constitution was higher.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 11, 2013 6:18:00 GMT -8
Cain only caught a glimpse of the girl's knife as it hurtled toward the boy's chest.
"My kinda woman," he muttered to himself, the corner of his mouth upturned with a mean smile. Miraculously, the knife stopped short of embedding itself into the target, but Cain's bat brought the creature to its knees an instant later. The man stooped, wincing through his grin, to pick up one of the discarded batons belonging to a dead soldier and began to pace around the boy at a safe distance from the swinging chain. Behind the experiment and out of the line of fire (literally), he stopped. The boy writhed desperately to keep the chain spinning, moaning, weeping, tortured.
Cain reached out with the baton, standing six feet away from the boy and his five-foot chain. The wicked mirth had faded from his face, leaving only the grim vestige of a smile, his ruby-red eyes strangely focused on the pace of the swinging chain. Swoop. Swoop. Swoop. Swoop. Swoop.
He lowered the stiff baton down into the path of the chain, one colliding sharply with the other. The inertia at the end of the chain would cause it to keep moving forward and wrap itself around the shaft of the baton once or twice, breaking the chain's rapid momentum long enough for Leech to step forward toward the boy. He would drop the baton and reach out to grasp the creature firmly by the hair on the top of its head, pulling it backward as he plunged his knife into the hollow space between the vertebrae and the base of its skull, and then withdrew it again. In, out; alive, dead.
Cain would let the creature fall from his grasp and then stand there a moment, looking down at it emotionlessly. His breath wasn't quite labored but it hurt to breathe regularly, so he tried to inhale only in short, silent gasps. Broken ribs were annoying as hell. The man lifted his head in time to hear distressed shouts from the alleyway where Anna had disappeared. Not her voice. He stared, waiting for her to re-emerge, when he remembered that one of the soldiers had called in for backup. Cain had no idea how long it would take them to arrive, but he knew better than to be there when they did.
His hand slunk toward the radio at his hip, withdrew it, and raised it up to speak.
"Gunner,"
Silence.
*"Yeah, sup."*
"Forget the stuff. Get the truck. Need pickup."
*"Same place?"*
"Yeah, make it fast."
*"Alright, i'll be there in ten."*
Cain shoved the radio back into its holster and stooped to pick up his baseball bat. He leaned on it, not too heavily, and turned his ruby-red stare back to the alleyway with a smile to greet the lady in case she should reappear.
"Never fuck… with latina woman." he'd sigh, impressed.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 11, 2013 16:16:51 GMT -8
"Fuck, man... Fuck, I think I'm..."
"NO, FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. YOU STAY WITH ME.---"
Approaching quietly, the weight of the task at hand present on her features, a certain sadness. This was a scene she had witnessed time and time again in many areas of the new society mankind found themselves a part of. It did not matter the who, the what, or the why at the end of the day. Human was human. Killing was killing.
Still, in a place where it was undoubtedly her life or theirs, there could be no room for error. Less than four feet away now, watching the man's futile efforts to save his comrade. He noticed her at last, looking up with desperation and anger in his eyes.
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!"
She paused long enough for the man to go back to trying to help his fellow soldier when she lashed out with her foot, aiming a stomp kick for his head with all her strength and weight put behind it. At the very least, if it connected, this would knock him out as his brain jostled inside it's casing. At the most...well. There would be a mess.
Should this work, Delilah would drop a knee in front of the legless soldier, looking into the fading light in his eyes. Calm. Detached. Business-like. She lifted the tanto with steady hands to point up underneath his jaw. Though her face remained hard, her eyes softened. Determined to be merciful...or her idea of it, anyway. If he put up his hands to resist her, she would bat them aside, easily. There was no need to prolong this one's suffering.
"You're going to die. It will slide over you. It will be warm...like spring. If there is anyone you love, hold onto them as you let go. Let their light be your guide. Let it take you.
"Let go."
There would be a jarring squelching sound combined with a scrape of metal on bone as Delilah shoved her twin-tipped blade up through the soft underside of the soldier's jaw, through the tongue and hard pallet of his mouth and into his brain, hitting the hypothalamus. Death would be instantaneous. That was her mercy.
With a small sigh, she would rise to her feet, flicking the blood off of her knife out of habit as she walked back out of the alley and into the main area, picking up her pace as she made her way to Cain. She returned his smile, though it did not quite touch her eyes.
"What now?" she had to catch herself after that first word to slip "Anna"'s accent back into place. She had to start differentiating between her two new selves.
And somewhere, in the back of her mind, the Dark Woman saw all that occurred and laughed.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 11, 2013 23:58:08 GMT -8
Considering how hard it was to breath, the chain began to spin slower... and slower... and slower... until finally, Leech just took a baton and caught the chain. Staring at his death literally walking up to him, he stopped trying to spin, and breathing out, began to breathe in, his chest glowing red from underneath the fire, flames and sparks beginning to stutter out of his nose---
---A stab.
Darkness.
And then, nothing.
#F04589 ceased to be as he fell to his side in a quickly cooling slum, the heat in his chest billowing out smoke from his mouth as the life seeped out of his eyes.* * * * * * * * * * * * * There would be a stomping sound... and the Barker soldier would fall over his legless compatriot, his skull crushed inward. The stabbed soldier felt below him, at the body... and began to weep, shaking his head."...Shit, man..."He was barely even concentrating on Anna's words, shaking his head more and more fiercely, as the vision died in his eyes... or so it seemed.
'Let go.'
He give her strange, delirious smile... He shook his head, one more time. His girlfriend: Dead. His parents? Addicts. His son? Killed by one of the Paladins, two years ago. He shook his head in denial, staring in the direction of Delilah.
'Let go.'"See you in hell."---The knife would come in, and all that would be heard would be the silent whisper of groan, air escaping from his body.
Leech and Anna would stand triumphant... and have enough loot to collect:Moderator Note: Confirmation of details on items dependent upon confirmation or no of collection of items.---Leech and Delilah would hear marching in the distance.
And then yelling.
And then, screaming.
Followed by nothing, but silence.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 12, 2013 2:39:32 GMT -8
"…Well." Cain began, taking a deep breath to speak, but not too deep. He glanced around himself and then moved over a few paces to sit on the hood of a parked car, where he sighed and lit up a much-needed cigarette.
"Gunner'll be here to get us the hell outta here soon… 'til then we sit tight." he suggested, giving the girl a carefree shrug. He held the cigarette in his teeth while he stiffly removed his jacket and reached up to take off his sunglasses, folding them, tucking them into the collar of his wifebeater. The sun was just beginning to go down in the west, shading the street in a warm, appropriately bloody hue. Cain's eyes glinted like rubies in the complimenting light as he stared at Anna and smiled through the aggravation of his pain, just about to pat his hand invitingly on the hood of the car when a sudden uproar of shouts and screams several blocks away demanded all attention.
"...The hell?"
Cain turned, his brow a bit furrowed as nothing but silence ensued. WIth the metal bat in his fist again, he rose to his feet and faced in the direction of the commotion. |
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