Quest "Bringer of the Rains II: Frozen Reach"

[Arael Hiroshi]

OOC: Sorry about the delay. I was out of town for the week and had no internet access.

When the old man fell to his knees, Arael's eyes widened in concern. "Sir! What is wrong?" She asked. Then she saw the five men coming towards her. They paused, then sprinted in her direction. "Run, child run!" The man said. She looked between him and the men. Then she helped the man up off the ground. Ari guided him to the close-by wall and sat him down with a smile. "Thank you very much sir, for the warning. Take care of yourself now, ok." She said. Ari glanced one more time at the five men, who by now were extremely close. Then, she ran as fast as her feet could carry her back unto Dragon territory. She ran in silence, putting all of her energy into running.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien would look down at the girl, fervently saying "Are you okay? Are you hurt?!" about three times before noticing that something was horribly wrong with the girl.

The car screeched to a stop and men poured out, but Lucien was still looking at the girl's eyes. There was no life. No recognition.

He was holding a dead body.

He looked up suddenly, noticing the man holding the puppet strings. Something was wrong, something was horribly --

It was then that the men started to tackle him. The wind knocked out of him, the men piling on top, all he could do was try to breathe as the bodies obscured his vision.

Why would someone try to kidnap me? Why did they trap me?

Not that it mattered, because he fell for it like an Obsessive-Compulsive mouse to a slice of swiss cheese with a number of holes that was a prime number.

[Delilah A. Black]

The door opened after Delilah counted to eight. The way forward was clear, but it was so apparent this was a trap that it wasn't funny.

Still, she had a job to do. She exited the elevator--

--and immediately, the panicked sounds of a girl from Crows assuaged her ears. Heart rising into her chest, the mechanic tore off in the direction of the sounds, down the hallway to a door. She didn't bother reading the number, just kicked it down with her momentum as she ran forward.

There. In the middle of the room, struggling against her bonds, was the girl. Tethered, but safe.

NO Crow should be tethered.

Blue eyes stormy with anger, Delilah rushed across the room to the girl as she began fidgeting more. A few quick slices with her knife rid the girl of her bonds was all it would take to free her.

"Its a trap!"

Delilah nodded, "Yeah, I know."

Now, gas canisters were thrown through the door and into the room, producing more of the green gas she remembered from before.

If there was a window in the room--

Anger flared her nostrils and she picked up the girl in her arms and pulled the half mask from nowhere and over her face. "We're getting out of here. Whatever you do, don't let go."

She would run towards the window at full tilt, activating her Qi. If she made it that far without collapsing due to the gas, Delilah would jump with a twisting motion and crash backwards through the window, the girl safely in her arms and braced against her chest.

Again, the mechanic would twist, planting her boot soles against the wall-- boots that adhered to surfaces quite nicely- and would scrape down the side for a few feet before launching herself off the wall and at the slant of a collapsed roof across the road. Twisting again to fall flat on her back against thr roof, keeping the girl safe, but shredding her shirt to pieces with an unholy metallic grinding noise.


If there was no window in the room--

The second the gas canisters started spewing their noxious fumes, Delilah would snarl, looking for an exit. She woudl grab the girl's hand roughly and run towards the opposite wall, which would be shared by the room beside it. With her other hand, she pulled her mask over her face, and lightly poked the wall.

KKRRRRAAAASH

The wall would shatter inwards, leaving a large hole for them to escape through into the next room. On and on this would go as she tried to lead the girl back to the elevator.

Through the door, gas canisters would be thrown, and noxious green smoke would begin to pour out.

[Date Masamune™]

Shugo Yuy:

The girl front flipped off the wall and landed roughly, cracking her neck as she slowly stood. She tossed two more canisters to either side of Shugo, and didn't answer his question. She just waited for the man to move, or to succumb to the smoke.

Girls stats:

Strength: 90
Dex: 85
Con: 50
Int: 50
Wis: 70
Cha: 35

[[OoC: My stats are currently the ones to the left of the brackets in my signature.]]

Now someone who was smart would run away or dodge. Too bad for me, I'm not smart. Taking a deep breath and shielding my face with my fore arm, I ran right at the girl, dashing straight through the green smoke. As I escaped the smoke, I kept my left arm up shielding me, and pulled my right hand back down towards my side. Keeping my palm open, I would thrust my gauntlet towards the girl's stomach. I never liked hurting people, especially women and those younger than me, so I didn't activate either the powers of my gauntlet or the Steam Golem.

[David B.]

Kiyr Barrial:

Gregory's eyes remained on the piano, to the end of the song, before he would finally look to her face. She would see something written there that was all too obvious, now that she was close. Love. He obviously loved her, but it wasn't one born of desire or lust. Just simple love. He reached out with one hand, which was scarred, the nails on his fingertips long compared to most. He would gently touch her cheek, if she let him, before pulling back.

He opened his mouth to speak, ready to tell her everything-

He froze and turned around, to the shadows of the street behind. Darkness was all that was there, but he knew. He turned back to her quickly.

"They were watching, and I was careless. They are coming for you, Yeux Bleus, and I cannot stop them, I can only hold them off. If they take you-."

He turned around again, and coming out of the dark were one...three...ten men and more, piling through the streets. They all wore masks, and the one up front, wearing a white gas mask, was tsking.

"He knew you couldn't do it, Gregory. Such a shame. That your cowardice would cause death."

Gregory stood, his back to Kiyr. Despite his shy demeanor and kind face, for some reason he stood tall and strong as an oak. Gravity would seem to jerk at everyone around as smoke seemed to roll off the piano players body.

"Do you really think to kill me, Isaac? Think you can beat me?"

The white masked man laughed.

"No, Gregory. You are his strongest, no doubt for that. But we both know I do not need to kill you."

The man pointed his palm toward Kiyr and her dome would shatter. She could no longer touch her Qi. Gregory spoke softly.

"Stay behind me, little angel. I will protect you, for a moment. You must run, then."

Smoke rolled off him more now, the ground cracking under e pressure of him standing there, the men all around charging to attack. Gregory spread his hands, water erupting from around his and Kiyr's feet, shooting into the air freezing all around them in a pillar of ice. He turned around quickly and removed his necklace, putting it on the small girl and looking her in the eye.

"Run, but if they take you, hold this tight and call my name when you wake up. I will find you."

The ice shattered around him and he would grab Kiyr by the front of the shirt, turning and hurling her as hard as he could at the side of a building, the glass window shattering easily around the girls body. If she looked back while flying through the air, she would notice several blades pierce Gregory's body, bringing the boy to his knees as Isaac fits a gas mask over his face.

After landing, you find yourself in a room with two doors. One leads into an office, the other out onto a sales call floor. The place is empty otherwise.

OOC: Yours was a long post.

The Chain of Fate (Necklace): Gifts +1 to all stats except STR. -5 to STR. When removed, All stats lose +1 value, but player regains the 5 STR lost, and gains an additional +5 STR. When worn by Gregory, all stats grow expontially. POWER 1: When the wearer calls Gregory's name, he can locate them immediately. POWER 2: Unknown, though you feel a strange tingle when you touch it.

Stats of men:

STR: 50
DEX: 50
CON: 50
INT: 50
WIS: 50
CHA: 50

Isaacs stats:

STR: 85
DEX: 80
CON: 72
INT: 83
WIS: 61
CHA: 80

Gregory's stats:

STR: 150
DEX: 125
CON: 160
INT: 100
WIS: 155
CHA: 141

Gregory's stats after removing Necklace:

STR: 170
DEX: 90
CON: 90
INT: 90
WIS: 90
CHA: 90


Kazuya Hikari:

The men began leaping from the buildings, some tossing canisters and others drawing swords. They would land with loud thuds, surrounding Kazuya, waiting. Kazuya would feel a tug in his chest as he was instantly cut off from his Qi. A man wearing a red tie stepped out of the crowd and chuckled.

"Hello, Kazuya- my name is Henry, and some advice? Don't fight. In the end, you'll waist your energy, and ours, and still be taken. You and David have a lot in common, kid. Don't make resisting us one of them."

Henry's stats:

STR: 138
DEX: 97
CON: 127
INT: 101
WIS: 105
CHA: 114


Stats of men:

STR: 100
DEX: 100
CON: 95
INT: 90
WIS: 100
CHA: 50

Levi Kayamei
Levi avoids detection from Mitsuki, and notices nothing out of the ordinary on top of the block. He hears some rustling in the forest, as well as a strung out curse in pain from behind him. Someone is approaching!

Marcus Prasaad:

The big guys eyebrows go up as Marcus' attack hits him full in the chest, the explosion tearing open his sternum and blowing him backward, his back smashing into the wall and indenting there as he slid down. Curtis would stare over at the mans body and laugh, clapping.

"Holy shit, you are a fighter, aren't you?"

The man would reclasp his mask and take a deep breath.

"Apparently, you have very little desire to chat after all. Such a shame."

Marcus would hear a hiss behind him, as the mask that the big man wore started releasing gas, which hovered around the mans body. Strangely, the mans chest behind to crunch and move, the hole resealing itself in a few seconds. The gas disippated, and the fellow would groan and stand, removing his mask and tossing it off to the side with a clank.

His face was nothing special, just a normal man who was grinning as he cracked his neck, holding up a finger and waggling it.

"No. No. No."

Marcus would feel a tug in his chest as he was cut off from his Qi. Curtis would shrug and pretend to yawn (which couldn't be seen due to the mask) before waving the buff guy onward to fight the young Prasaad.

OOC: Stats of big guy:

Strength: 75
Dexterity: 55
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 30

Mitsuki Park:

As Levi hid, Mitsuki would see nothing but vegitation. On the ground, in the bushes to her right, however, she would see a piece of tattered cloth and a shoe. If the tugged on it, she might be able to get that out of the bushes.

From behind her, however, she would hear faint rustling, and cursing, as something was moving through the forest!

Arael Hiroshi:

As arael runs around a corner, she hits what seems to be a brick wall, and is thrown to the ground rebounding off it! In front of her is a very big man, in a suit, with his hands in his pockets. He is wearing a gas mask and staring down at Arael in question, the men who were chasing her running around the corner and stopping short of her. They attempt to grab Arael by the arms and haul her to her feet, where a cloth appears to be prepped to be thrown over her head!

If she fights, she MAY have a chance to escape, though there are several of them and only one of arael!

Stats of men:

Strength: 15
Dexterity: 22
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 15

Lucien Dechain:

Lucien is easily captured, a man shoving a piece of cloth over his face and nose, forcing him to breathe it in eventually. Once he does, he would find himself unconcious.

After a healthy nap, Lucien wakes up on the floor of a room, square, made of metal and about thirty feet wide by thirty feet tall. It is light, though there doesn't appear to be anywhere the light is coming from. Crouched and leaning against the wall across from him is another man, who has a knife! He is staring at Lucien.

"I've waited a long time for them to gift me a chance of leaving. I'm sorry friend. But your life is mine."

On his shoulder appears to be a symbol- a symbol of the Gods! He attacks, jumping through the air and attempting to stab downward at Lucien, who also has a knife in his grip!

Stats of God's soldier:

Strength: 21
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 17
Intelligence: 31
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 20

Delilah Black:

The glass shattered out around Delilah as she exploded through the window, the shards of light shimmering around her, rotating with her as she flew from the room, smoke following after her. She hit the roof hard- so hard, in fact, that she broke through it, smashing onto the floor of the building she crashed into. There would be a door with a creaking support beam on one wall, the only apparent way out.

If she took the doorway, she would be in a long hall, in the middle of which stood the strong, lithe form of a red-headed female. She wore a tank top and cool leather jacket over it, her camo pants and thick boots standing out in the south of California. A sword holster stuck up over her left shoulder, and she wore a gas mask, as well, but her eyes were a little more tender as she held out a hand, in an attempt to make herself seem less hostile.

"Delilah...Stop. Don't run, i'm not here to hurt you. My name is Kate, just-"

Through the windows, on delilahs left, smashed several gas masked men. Two in front of her, the rest coming in behind Kate with shouts. the red head kicked the first one in the chest, sending the man flying back into his fellows. She would turn and grab one of the two men trying to attack Delilah, and break his spine, turning and hurling him back as well.

The last man would get a chance to attack Delilah, attempting to tackle the raven haired woman around the middle, though a sword would Fly over the mans head, handle first, aimed so that Delilah could easily catch it.

"Lifefire": This blade, once held, alights with flame that cannot be put out, even by water. +3 STR, +2 Dex

Stats of men:

STR: 45
DEX: 50
CON: 45
INT: 45
WIS: 45
CHA: 45

Kates Stats:

STR: ?
DEX: ?
CON: ?
INT: ?
WIS: ?
CHA: ?

Shugo yuy:

Shugo Makes it through the smoke! But as he does so, he feels a pull in his stomach, and can no longer touch his Qi! He also begins to feel a slight dizzyness, which builds up over time (1 more post until Shugo passes out.)

The girl brings up her hand and would lock fingers with Shugos gauntlet, turning and using her strength to attempt to throw the man into a wall, her smaller voice crying out with the force of it!

OOC: To everyone who has not posted- feel free to jump back in when it's your turn again. To those whom i have just posted for- you may post in the same order as before. There is now a 3 day posting rule. Make sure to try and keep to it!

[Kyrie Blaze]

There was a hard jolt that streaked down her spine when Gregory looked up. Shock. Surprise at the simple, open love. Was that what she was like when she opened up and showed those that really mattered how much they meant to her? It made her wonder why and how and who was he, when did he?! Such was her surprise at the hit of love - and it was romantic, it was so easy to see, but without any sexual allusions - that it enabled Gregory to brush his fingers against her cheek before she began to withdraw.

It wasn't the scars. It wasn't that he had one good eye.

It wasn't anything about Gregory's appearance at all. It was just that she had no idea of him - aside from that quiet, nagging feeling of familiarity - and her heart was already conflicted. The blonde just could not reciprocate. She could start to care for him as a friend, yes, but that naked love? It terrified her, in a huge way, causing inner panic and turmoil, and yet there was a strange sense of awe. While it pained her to pull back and away, she did.

But it was only a step.

Her gaze sharpened from what had been wide-eyed surprise to calm focus as she looked to where he was pointing his gaze. Her blue gaze slowly drifted back to Gregory as he turned back. And another jolt. French!? He just called her 'Blue Eyes'. Here, yet again, was another that spoke the language of her heart. Despite the curiosity that spiked, the blonde turned her blue eyes towards the areas the men in the gas masks were pouring out from. Just like they had found her, last time. Though she did not know him well if at all, she felt steel course down her spine, straightening it, but not rigidly. After a sweeping, studious look around, those eyes of hers fixated upon the man with his white mask.

Marked. Different than the others. Leader.

With his extended hand, her qi broke apart, and she could no longer access it. With a pained gasp, she took a half-step back. She stopped with Gregory's words, and planted her feet, even despite the twinge at being called 'little angel'. She didn't know what this was about, what any of this was about. But, she realized, that steeled feeling reinforcing itself: she would.

The sudden pull of gravity that affected all the people within the street, every last one of the hostiles, left Kyrie herself standing just as tall as before. The only way it affected her was that there was a heavy buildup of pressure in her mind, seemingly weighing her down. But it was not harsh, and it did not physically weigh her down. Her eyes were cool and calm and ready for what was to come, even as she observed the effects that Gregory's abilities had upon them.

And, she realized, he was stronger, even, than David.

While it wasn't surprising - there would be others stronger than Gregory, still - it was, enough, to be able to gauge and realize it.

Isaac. That was the leader's name. The blonde noted it, tucking it into a folder in her mind, to be used later.

She drew closer, only a slight amount, and continued to observe, as the rain permeated her hair and clothes once again. One hand rose to her chest, pulling out one of the blades, followed quickly by the other. The little blonde was no coward, certainly, just as she was prepared to fight her way out if necessary. They charged, and a sensation of cool mist and vapour poured over her despite the rain. Water slashed from their feet, around and over the shuddering cracks running along the pavement. She had enough time to note that it coated and froze everyone in their charge. It was a peculiar feeling: observer and part of this strange event all at the same time. Kyrie hardly had time to even muse the thought before he was speaking to her, drawing a necklace from over his head and smoothing it over hers. As he let it go, it settled heavily against her chest, and she swore some of her strength was leeched away. Almost like it was transferred to the necklace itself.

It was an odd feeling, with a little bit of sudden clarity. Call him? Then it was a type of tracking device. Dimly, she was also aware of the crrracking of ice as it began to shatter.

Before she could think or do much else, he simply picked her up by the shirt - her body tense as she was impacted by his easy strength, legs hanging like a ragdoll's - and hurtled her away. The blonde gasped and tucked her limbs in. Through her flying hair and the mesmerizing sway of her new pendant through the air, Kyrie's wide blue eyes saw the knives land with eerily muffled thuds, even despite the noise.

'...GREGORY...'

With Isaac stepping forwards, quickly, to put the mask upon the oddly-featured man with love filling his eyes, Kyrie's mind clicked away--

Her back slammed into and through the glass, shattering and slicing her skin, though she was moving fast enough that any wound would be shallow. With a gasp, the tiny blonde unfurled her body in a snapping, twisting motion. She hit the floor and rolled off her shoulder, tumbling into the wall with a sharp 'oomph' before she pushed off with her feet. Twisting back to her feet with a quick mental scan of her body, flexing limbs.

--and as she burst for the office door to kick it in, multiple thoughts rolled around in her head, driven by the sudden influx of information as well as her decision.

'Note: if I summon him, I should do so with all due caution. The mask needs to be ripped off, asap. But do I trust him? He did just have knives buried into his body--and, this building is empty. He is giving me the best chance of escape as he can, qi-less as I am...'

The office was just swept through with her eyes; perhaps there was an additional reason for this building in particular. He had chosen it, after all. It was a risk she was taking, with this. If nothing was noted, she would immediately burst off for the rest of the building, vaulting over any desks in the way in an attempt to gain as much distance as possible, her eyes sweeping the room, looking for exit points or anything that could be useful--be it information or otherwise.

[Kazuya Hikari]

With canisters tossed and swords drawn, Kazuya was neither affected by both, not because of fearlessness, but because the bandanna covering his mouth allowed him to breath normally, and he had his own blade with him. The men surrounding him, his eyes would widen as he feels a tugging at his chest, instantly cutting him off from his Qi. Clutching at his chest, slightly annoyed at being unable to use his fire Qi, but still able to make fire through the power of his gloves and boots, he eyes the man wearing a red tie who steps out of the crowd chuckling.

"... I have no desire to take any of your lives this day, or have my life be taken. Call these men off, and I will come peacefully."

He answers, though until the men move away, he is ready to activate his fire through his gloves and boots and fight back at any given time.

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi watched Mitsuki with his senses until she turned to look at something. He surmised, for now at least, that she was in a similar predicament to his own. He peeked his head up enough to see the girl with his eyes and then followed her line of sight, also noticing the cloth and shoe.

curious....

His attention was quickly drawn to the noise in the bushes and he searched the area with his eyes and senses as he stared at the area the noises were coming from.

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus found himself rooted to the spot in facination as his brain devoured and processed what he just witnessed. This was quite honestly the first time he had used his Combustion Drive on another living being. The backblast saved him from much, if not all of the gore spray, but nonetheless he stared at his hand, the hand that killed so easily. With just a touch in fact. Bile splashed the back of his throat, the pain of a dry heave bringing him back to the here and now.
This was too much, too big. Too scary.

He was almost relieved when he saw the big man heal himself and rise. Relieved and curious. Those masks, he wanted to take them to his workshop and see what made them tick. First things first, he would have to deal with these two.

"Oh I don't mind talking. Not at all."
He replied causually as he slipped his 'Fang' back into its sheath at his hip before adding in a cheerful tone.
"In fact, after I'm done killing your friend again for charges of laying hands on the ranking crow within his own territory, I'm gonna take you somewhere deep and dark so we can have a nice long chat about these bodies and what happened to me last night. Sorry mates, but as Grim, your asses belong to me now. "
His smile was wide and quite unpleasent. He had had about enough of these two.

He tried drawing his qi again. A shadow bolt this time but found he could not. It was almost as if something had cut him off of his supply. Well that would explain the sudden pull in his chest. Marcus surmized that the gas must have something to do with it. Unfortunatly for them, his Qi was still more gimick than weapon. The real danger lied with his fists and feet.

Raising a hand, Marcus mockingly waved the big man over.
"Well common big guy, I haven't got all day."

[Mitsuki Park]

She pulled on the tattered clothing and shoe, observing the details, but upon hearing the rustling she activated her infrared vision and whirled around searching for any signs of life.

[Lucien DeChain]

Cold. Hard ground. Concrete maybe. Same with the walls. Head feels heavy, maybe it's concrete too-

Eyes open. Lucien woke from his hazy sleep. He noticed the knife in his hand first, feeling its familiar weight before looking on to the man across the room from him, who was suddenly jumping for him with a blade!!

Springing to his feet, in one step he moved deftly to the side and forward His knife hand trailing behind him, he used his momentum to bury the blade in the man's chest, sideways to slide between the ribs.

Instinct. That was what fueled the response. Life, right? His or mine...

[Delilah A. Black]

The howling of the wind in her ears and the tinkle of the glass haloing her head all but obscured the frightened screams of the girl in her arms. Delilah watched the hotel window steadily grow smaller and smaller, gas leaking out of the hole. She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched the girl closer. Her body caved inwards to accept the bulk of the impact that was milliseconds away...just enough time to seriously regret her decision to leap through a window eight stories off the ground.

Shit, this is gonna hur--

She struck the surface of the roof, hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs and clack her teeth painfully together. Only, she didn't stop falling; a second impact moments after the first, this time making her bounce from the force of striking the ground. She hit the ground again, opening her eyes with shock...just in time to see rubble from the roof above her sailing towards her head.

Delilah flipped her body around, now kneeling on top of the girl to shield her from the debris with her metallic back. The mechanic shuddered, breathing coming hard, her teeth clenched in pain. Her head was fuzzy...whether that was because of the gas or the fall was impossible to tell. Her shirt was torn up around the lower edges again, and a large chunk torn out of the pants of her left thigh.

Up. Get up.

Gotta move...gotta get out of here before they reach us again.

I said, UP.

With a groan, Delilah opened her eyes, looking down at Chelsea...the girl was out cold, probably from the second impact. The mechanic swore under her breath and forced herself to her feet, draping the girl across her shoulders in a firemans-carry. A cursory glancce showed her a door that was hanging partially off it's hinges just adjacent to where she was. Delilah started over, shuffling slowly at first, then walking briskly through the entrance of the door and into a hallway.

And there stood a redhaired woman with a gas-mask. Turning to the side to protect the unconscious girl, Delilah immediately whipped her bowie knife out of it's holster and snarled at her. "Get the fuck out of my way," she said with a low growl and no intention of saying it twice.

"Delilah...Stop. Don't run, i'm not here to hurt you. My name is Kate, just-"

The windows in the hallway suddenly darkened and were smashed inwards on her left side. Men in gas masks barreled through them.

"GodDAMMIT" she roared.

...And then the woman proceeded to kill the men who were also in gas masks? She had barely enough time to register it, though. Delilah hurtled her knife over the shoulder of the woman towards one of the men who had burst through the windows behind 'Kate' or whatever her name was. Now a man was coming straight at her--and in the air, she saw a flash of metal.

Delilah reached up and snagged the sword in mid air. She was a little miffed that the sword had no sheath, but that was secondary. The mechanic moved to the slipped to the side of the man attacking her and brought her sword down to time it with the man's neck as it passed her.

[Date Masamune™]

Shugo Makes it through the smoke! But as he does so, he feels a pull in his stomach, and can no longer touch his Qi! He also begins to feel a slight dizzyness, which builds up over time (1 more post until Shugo passes out.)

The girl brings up her hand and would lock fingers with Shugos gauntlet, turning and using her strength to attempt to throw the man into a wall, her smaller voice crying out with the force of it!

Dammit. I was feeling my body weaken as we locked fingers. As we struggled, I quickly activated my gauntlets powers and started to pump volts of electricity around my hands and forearms. Still wasn't enough because I went flying through the air and crashed into the wall, landing on my ass with my back and head slamming against the wall. I tried to get up but I couldn't move my body. Instead, I would activate the powers of the Steam Golem quickly. I superheated my entire body so that it would be very hot and hopefully burning to the touch. It was a fail safe; as I remained conscious my body would rapidly rise in temperature. Though the second I would lose consciousness, my body would slowly return back to normal temperature. I just hoped I woke up before whoever this was could touch me.

[David B.]

Kiyr Barrial:

As Kiyr opened the door to the office, she would notice some binoculars, set up on a tripod. On the window was some marker, circling buildings with arrows that pointed to them saying 'They are here' or 'Masked ones here'. On the table was a book, with a leather cover. It was haphazardly put together. Definitely a journal. If opened, there would be some scribbles, which could definitely be read.

Next to it was a folder with Kiyrs name on it, as well as an older one with Gregory's. standing around and reading may not be advised, however- for below, the sounds of shouting men running into the building could be heard, along with glass shattering.

Kazuya Hikari:

The man grinned a toothy one.

"We would love to, Hikari. Unfortunately, you can't see where we are going. So-"

He took a rag from his pocket, with a vial, and poured it on the cloth. He then tossed the cloth at Kazuyas feet.

"Knock out juice. Breath deep, and don't worry. We won't hurt you."

He would hold his blade at his side, and everyone waited, coiled like a snake.

Levi Kayamei:

"Son of a bitch!"

The man appearing out of the jungle had a machete, and a hat. He was covered in sweat, but would notice Mitsuki, looking her over before stepping forward. Shugo would notice another man following not far behind, in an old World War Two getup. They seemed kind, though heavily armed.

Marcus Prasaad:

The man raised his eyebrows, then laughed.

"Kill-? Haha so pretentious!"

He pulled a canister out and pulled the pin, throwing it on the floor, from the door behind him, men would pour in, throwing canisters. The man Marcus had just been threatening would attempt to run and spear tackle Marcus around the middle, hoping to drive the wind from him. Once/if pinned, men would pile on until Marcus passed out. However, if he moved quickly, he would notice the doorway toward the front of the shop was not blocked, and may have a chance-

Mitsuki Park:

The leg, when pulled on, revealed the tattered end of the leg, femur bone sticking out and chewed on heavily. The shoes were nice, and the sock had a bulge as though something was stuffed inside. A voice rang out behind her-

"Son of a bitch!"

The man Shugo saw came walking out, eyes locked on Mituski. He seemed to have a kind face, but worn and weathered. He walked forward slowly, holding out a hand to calm Mitsuki, asking gently.

"Are you... A player? Or are you one of the masked ones?"

Lucien Dechain:

Lucien's blade buried home, causing the man to grunt, eyes wide. Blood bubbled up and out, over Lucien's hand, dripping to the floor. Blood came from the mans mouth, and he spoke two pained words.

"Thank...you..."

He sagged to his knees, holding the knife, before pitching forward and faceplanting. Silence rung around them. Behind where the man jumped from, a panel slid up, revealing darkness beyond. A long dark hallway was before Lucien, looking like the letter Y with the Crow standing at the bottom. He had a choice- left, or right?

Delilah Black:

The sword, as soon as it touched her hand, lit with flame, the hiss and hum of fire being whipped through the air secondary to the sickening squish of the blade passing through muscle and skin and bone, bubbles lurched up from inside the mans neck as it rolled off his shoulders, and Delilah would notice that the others left behind were dead. Kate stood, breathing heavily at the adrenaline, stepping forward.

"Delilah- look. As I said, I'm Kate. I'm second in command for this outfit. We passed over the border to California several months ago- with a mission. That mission has changed, and not for the better. We're here to-"

A man tackled Kate around the middle, carrying the woman through the hole in the glass and out into open air. They fought in the sky and hit the earth with a sickening crunch. If Delilah looked out, both bodies would be on the ground, mangled, with a halo of blood around them. Behind Delilah, footsteps could be heard piling up the stairs in a rush, blasting through the door at the end of the hall. At Delilah's feet, she would also see the sheath for the blade, which could easily be place across her back.

Shugo Yuy:

Burning flesh could be heard, the girl screaming in pain as she threw Shugo into the wall. The last thing Shugo would see would be the girl walking toward him, and several more men pouring out of the ruins- heading to claim his body.

As Shugo awoke, he would find himself in a small greenhouse. Doors were on either end, and the glass was covered in spray paint, making them impossible to see through, and darkening the place. The plants were all dead, and he could hear groaning as another dragon awoke in the corner, blade in hand. Shugo could feel his Qi again, and would notice all his weapons and items were present.

OOC: again, feel free to enter when it's your time again to those who have been on hiatus.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's eyes glinted. Information! Of course, there was no time to actually sit and read, she knew, so she looked to memorize which buildings had 'them' - 'Others like myself, perhaps' - and the 'masked' - 'Stay away from those--at least for now.' - as she scooped the book that seemed to be a journal, along with her own file and - with a blink - Gregory's, and turned upon her heel to flee the room, double time.

Sharp blue eyes scanned as she moved to quickly quit the building without getting caught by those downstairs. Presumably, they were going to come up, and so she would have to go up, or do some heavy sneaking.

But she didn't want to chance meeting up with the leader again, so chances were likely if she didn't see anything good that she was going to go up. The necklace she tucked beneath her shirt, the books and folders being stored in her shadow, now that she was out of range and had her qi back.