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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Aug 3, 2013 20:47:24 GMT -8
His eyes locked on the man even as he pulled out a rag with a vial and poured the contents onto the rag before tossing it at Kazuya, the rag landing at his feet, he would crouch down and pick the rag up, all the while his eyes locked continually on the man. Straightening up after, the rag in his hand, he would then lift his hand up... and proceed to burn the rag utterly and completely through the ability granted to him by his gloves.
But just because he did not comply and breathe in deep in the rag, did not mean he would not be knocked out. The fumes that came off the rag as it burned to ashes were more than sufficient, and Kazuya would breathe in the fumes. Before long, his vision began to grow blurry, and soon enough, he would fall to his knees, his head dropping forward as he blacked out.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Aug 8, 2013 23:31:04 GMT -8
Gas!
Marcus had expected this to come into play sooner or later. The moment the oafish masked man tossed the container, Marcus sucked in a breath and held it as men began to crash into the room. He needed to get out of here, call the rest of the Wolf Pack and lock this place and everyone in it down. Then let THEM get a taste of Crow Judgement.
But first he needed an exit. Fortunately for our hero, Marcus ALWAYS maintained awareness of all escape routes in a room. Experiance honed from high school through his travels abroad. He noticed a path towards the main door. Too obvious, besides they might have people waiting on the other side.
So, the windows then.......
Marcus plotted a course of action. As the big man charged, Marcus would hop towards him and Vault over the man, putting his hands on the oafs shoulders as he passed harmlessly between Marcus' outstretched legs. Tucking into a short roll, he would then jump to his feet and kick the spewing gas can through one of the windows by the door, which should distract anyone on the other side long enough for him to have some breathing room as he ran to flying Kick the door out into the street.
Marcus was not playing around. Anyone stupid enough to be in his way would get brutaly trampled and crushed.
If the outside was clear, he would let his breath out in an explosive bark and gulp a few lungfuls of fresh air before getting on his radio as he backed away from the building trying to maintain situational awareness everywhere at once.
"Fenris to station central. Fenris to station Central! Red Dog, Red Dog on my Signal."
Code red dog. Insurgent assault in the heart of Anahiem. The command? Send all, ALL available soldiers to signal location prepped for full defence of their home.
If his radio wasn't being jammed, then soon there should be trucks full of Wolfpack and Anahiem soldiers converging on his location.
The thought brought a sick smile to his face.
"Alright you pricks. Time for a full on fucking spanking."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 10, 2013 21:39:13 GMT -8
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Post by Arael Hiroshi on Aug 11, 2013 16:54:38 GMT -8
Arael runs as fast as she can through the streets of L.A. Turning a corner, she rams headfirst into what feels like a brick wall! Rebounding off and falling to the street, Ari looks up at at a large man in a suit, wearing what looks to be a gas mask. How odd! The other men who were chasing Ari came tearing around the corner behind her, and stopped just short of her. She had just shakely regained her feet when her arms were grabbed roughly from behind, and a bag of some sort was thrown over her head. She had been too disoriented and exhausted from the chase to put up a fight. Arael is now at the mercy of these strange men in gas masks.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Aug 12, 2013 17:00:01 GMT -8
Lucien watched the man carefully as he slumped, a distant sorrow in his eyes. For a God soldier to willingly attack a Crow.. He must have been at the end of his rope. As the slim man pulled the man's body over, he thought about what kind of things these captors could have done to make him this way..
Well, he wasn't going to stay to find out.
Quickly, he searched the soldier's body to see if there was anything that could help him. Rope, towel, something blunt, anything really. He retrieved his own knife from the man's chest cavity, and pried the God's own knife out of the clutched hand. One in each hand, he looked to the room's new exit. There was two paths, he noticed, and they seemed to be leading away from each other.
Pausing for a second, he thought back to his puzzle days, and remembered that if you're ever lost in a maze, you can just keep heading left until you find a way out.
Nodding, he crossed into the hallway, eager to go on his way on the leftward path. He wished he could have given that soldier a proper burial, but there wasn't time.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 13, 2013 16:55:30 GMT -8
As soon as the sword was in her hand and on it's downwards arc, there was a woosh of heat and a bright light illuminated from the sword. There was a hiss and the distinct odour of burning flesh as the blade cleanly sliced through the man's neck. The body collapsed with a shudder and the head rolled off to the left to rest on it's side by the weight of the mask.
Delilah took a moment to stare at the now flaming sword in tired wonder. Her head still throbbed and her teeth were clenched tightly together. Not in a good mood.
A shuffling noise of the red-haired woman stepping forward brought her back to reality. The sword's tip shifted from pointing to the ground to straight at the woman's face, fully intending to lay waste to her if she didn't step aside." Delilah- look. As I said I'm Kate. I'm second in command for this outfit."Delilah blinked. Slowly, she began to lower her sword. Though she did not speak, the look in her eyes clearly said 'keep talking'.
"--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-"
Her awareness shifted in the same instant that a man suddenly appeared out of a nearby room across from Kate, tackling her around the middle and through the broken window. There was a crunch. She didn't have to look to know what had happened...and as it was, she had other, more pressing concerns. Like the patter of feet headed up the stairs. Delilah looked down at the sword in her hand and sighed. She moved quickly to pick up her bowie knife and the sheath to her new blade. Then, she reached up to her forehead.
"...I think it's time to field test this thing."
She pulled her hand down, and with it appeared a mask.
The door at the end of the hall burst open, letting in a flurry of people in gas masks headed straight for her. Making sure Chelsea was alright, the mechanic lifted her leg...and lightly stomped on the ruined floor of the building, sliding her foot forward slightly.
Where her foot touched, an impact crater would appear and she drew back a few steps. Then, the floor the men would be standing on would implode, exploding upward and outward as though it had been struck by a bomb, hopefully dropping the men to their deaths and preventing any more from getting up to where she was.
If by chance, some managed to get close to her, it wouldn't take much more than a light touch to the torso to turn them into a smear of blood and guts on the wall.
If she was left unimpeded or if she was done killing all the men who came after her, she would deactivate the mask in a shower of black flower petals and then go towards the window Kate had been tackled out of. Her qi still active, Delilah would swing out the window and extend her Qi to her finger tips. Combined with the soles of her special boots, she would be able to slide down the building to where the mangled bodies lay.
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Post by Date Masamune™ on Aug 17, 2013 9:39:13 GMT -8
Shit... so I wasn't going to win even if I beat this girl. I lost consciousness as the other men came pouring out of the ruins.
Grahhhh... my head hurt. The part of my head that slammed into the wall. I rubbed it a bit as I silently got up letting my eyes adjust to the dark room. It took me a bit but I finally adjusted enough to make the outlines of some plants. I ran my hand against them to check what they were and figured out that they really were plants. With my luck one of them would be a venus fly trap and think my hand was dinner. I also noticed another body. It seemed like it wasn't moving so I lit my left arm up with electricity to get some light in the room and checked the guy's pulse with my right hand. He was alive just out cold. It was then that I noticed the Dragon's Insignia on the body. I shook him awake. Dragon's stick together.
"On your feet Dragon. We're getting out of here."
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Post by David B. on Sept 8, 2013 21:12:38 GMT -8
Kiyr Barrial:
Kiyr would be able to take the folders without incident, heading for the door amid the sounds of shouts and glass breaking. It was obvious that this was the only building they had not taken over, and she would probably be able to tell that Gregory himself had been staying there. As she moved out onto the call floor, she would notice some cubicles moved aside, and a play where the man had slept. Off to the fire right was an emergency fire escape. To the left were more offices and a hallway that seemed to lead back into the break room, and possibly other sections of the building.
Where she went from there was her choice, though she only had a few moments.
Kazuya Hikari:
Kazuya would find the men unfazed that he had burned what he did, though as he collapsed, he would hear a faint chuckle. Darkness would claim him.
As Kazuya’s eyes open, he finds himself in a room, that’s gray. On the other side of the room, a civilian sat, old, bearded. He was dressed in shaggy clothes, and held a knife in his hands that was dried with blood. Kazuya would find a knife in his hands as well, and as he sat up, the man would stand as well.
“I am sorry, kid. It’s either you…or me. Pray that the gods let it be you.”
The man would rush forward and attack, coming in and stabbing low for Kazuya’s upper thigh in an attempt to maim. Kazuya would find all his items in place, and he was able to touch his Qi.
Mans stats: All stats 100
Marcus Prasad:
Marcus would be able to kick the canister into the street, avoiding the effects of the sleep inducing drug. As he burst from the building. Men would come bursting out after him. The crows would get his message as the Wolf was surrounded., some men climbing onto the roof of nearby buildings in order to man sure the guy couldn’t escape. All at once, the men would jump, attacking from the air. The men around him would rush in, all of them trying to tackle Marcus. If successful, they would hold and spray him in the face, knocking him out, unless, somehow, this man was able to find an avenue of escape. Behind him was an alley, but blocked by men. Above him, men were diving down. Below him was a manhole cover, rusted from heavy neglect.
Stats of men: 50 all
Crow Reinforcements arrive next post.
Mitsuki Park:
The man held out his hands to avoid suspicion, setting down the blade slowly to put her more at ease.
“Maam…we’re here to help just…just calm down. My name is Ian…I don’t mean you any harm.”
The soldier would raise his rifle and point it at her, from the jungle, just in case.
Arael Hiroshi:
Arael’s mouth would be covered by a cloth…and moments later would find herself sleeping.
Upon waking up, she would find herself tightly wrapped in a very warm, heavy fur coat. It was dark, but there was a light at the other end of the room, like looking down a looong tunnel. She could see flurries through the opening of the cave she was lying in, a heavy snow blinding and blurring anything beyond. She could tell it was ice cold…but she was surprisingly warm inside the coat. Behind her, the cave went deeper into darkness, and there would seem to be nobody else around.
Lucien Dechain:
Lucien would continue on the left path, and before long, would find two doors. One right in front of him, and one attached to the wall on the right. A keycard, made of cardboard, hung from the wall. There were slots next to each door, and inside each slot looked like a toaster. It was obvious- Whichever door Lucien stuck that card in, the card would burn, and he’d lose the other door. From the door in front of him, he could hear the sounds of a storm, wind tearing up the area. From the right, the crackle of a fire burning, but nothing else.
Delilah Black:
The terrible screams of agony that erupted from the men indicated the force of her explosion- blood plastered the walls as she touched a few men, and before a few minutes were up, silence reigned. Bodies lay scattered about, blood and organs and severed limbs indicating the power of her mask. She would make it down the building without issue, and find an unconscious- but alive- Kate, out cold and…seemingly undamaged.
She’d be able to move and work, her radios were on and functional, and could continue as necessary….possibly taking Kate along with her.
Shugo Yuy:
The dragon came to his feet slowly, nodding to Shugo and touching his head, letting out a moan in pain.
“What….where the fuck are we?”
He didn’t know this new man but…assumed him to be a friendly.
Shugo would find the greenhouse was quite expansive, though nobody else was around. On the walls, by the door at the end of the glass house, were two very heavy coats, and on the man by the door was melted water. Through the cracks, he could see a small amount of snow- indicating that they were in a very cold location. The coats seemed about the right size to fit both Shugo and this Dragon, and the door would not be locked. At the other end of the greenhouse, Shugo might make out a square shadow- indicating a box or something akin to it.
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Sept 9, 2013 20:41:17 GMT -8
Kyrie moved through the office like a dark wraith, icy eyes sweeping back and forth. They passed over the place that Gregory slept. Tempting as it was to hunker down and hide in the shadows right here beneath their very noses, if the leader came and if his qi was "always on", or passive...she would be ejected from the shadows.
So she continued on, picking up the pace.
The fire escape looked promising...if not for the fact that she imagined the huge group below would be pouring up every entrance this place had to offer.
She carried on, sprinting down the hallway to the left, taking note of the offices at quick glances to see if any had an open window. Or windows that could be opened. Something to get her to an adjacent side of the building. And either up or out.
From there, she could handle herself.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Sept 9, 2013 21:42:49 GMT -8
The faint chuckle echoing and fading away in his mind, the last thing Kazuya had heard before blacking out, some time later, he would regain consciousness, his eyes slowly opening. Slowly looking around at his surroundings, his mind foggy, he would slowly sit up, unable to see the interior of the room as he was blind. Casting his pupil-less gray eyes around, his Qi already activated, they would land on the blurry heat signature shape sitting on the other side of the room.
The shape slowly coming into focus, more importantly, the object clearly held in his hands would come into focus. As he went to push himself up into a standing position, he would feel a knife in his hands as well, and slowly rising into a standing position, the man would stand as well.
"... I am sorry as well. Sorry that we were pitted against one another..."
With all his items in place, not to mention he was able to touch his Qi, he would engulf his entire body in fire and fire a blast of fire from his right hand at the man's knife, to try and melt it, and the moment the man was close enough, would slam his hand down onto the floor and summon a pillar of flame underneath the man, to try and engulf him... and burn him to ashes.
If he was successful, at least the man would not suffer for very long, and dissipating the flame pillar, dying out soon after, he would bow respectfully to the remains of the man, before powering up his scanner, utilizing both it and his Qi, to sense any power levels and heat signatures nearby, as he would "look" around the room, before remembering the letter given to him, and would pull it out of his pocket, to "read" it.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 16, 2013 20:24:27 GMT -8
MEANWHILE AT THE WOLVES DEN! The Police Station immediately came to life the second the Red Dog Signal came through. Men and women attending the Radio transmission stations worked in a frenzy relaying orders between Fox, Lieutenant Graham Voxley and for Posterity, the Crows Nest. The Fiery haired Russian woman had the majority of the Wolfpack mobilized via radio, though after having them sound off, she quickly realized she was missing someone. "Hold on a second. Where is Ghost Wolf?" Faced with shrugged shoulders and various declarations of ignorance Fox let out an irritated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Red Dog takes Priority. Fenris will decide what to do with the lost Pup. Now Move it Wolves. We will NOT let Fenris face this thread alone!" Back with Marcus Surrounded. Completely surrounded by enemy combatants and judging by the aura given off by them, well in the top tier in capabilities. Marcus smiled viciously, Teeth Bared. They were invading HIS home. Killed HIS soldiers. Had already kidnapped him once before. The Beast inside raged at this flagrant insult, roared and raged and pulled at the chains Marcus had spent over a decade carefully crafting to hold it down. Marcus could feel the burn in his heart, it wanted to taste blood. It wanted to be let loose. It wanted to be free. He would let it. But not yet. Not quite yet. Realizing he had access to his Qi once again, he raised his hands out to either side of himself and waited as he began to build up and collect his Qi into his abdomen. He would wait for the enemy soldiers to Dog Pile on him before Unleashing a Defiant roar, Igniting his Volatile Qi and creating a blinding light before detonating full strength. Anyone who survived the explosion would soon have a VERY pissed off an blood thirsty Marcus on thier hands. |
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 16, 2013 21:41:58 GMT -8
"Then what do you mean?"
Guard still up, she waited.
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Post by Arael Hiroshi on Sept 19, 2013 8:10:03 GMT -8
When the cloth covered her mouth, Ari struggled fiercely for a few seconds, and then passed out cold.
When she woke up, she was wrapped tightly in a very warm, heavy fur coat. Glancing around, she could barely see anything through the darkness, except for a very dim, far off light at one end of the room. She crept closer to the light, clutching the coat around her, and searching all around her for the men who had abducted her. She saw no-one. She was alone. As Ari got closer, she saw the the light was coming from a cave entrance, and that it was snowing outside. Snow? In California? I don't think so! Where the heck am I? What happened? She thought frantically to herself as she stared at the snow swirling around the entrance. She knew it must have been freezing cold, but thanks to the coat she was nice and warm. Glancing back the way she came, she saw nothing but a tunnel leading in to the pitch black darkness.
Well. At least those men were thoughtful enough to keep me from freezing to death! She thought wryly. Now, what am I gonna do? She started walking slowly down the tunnel, the light dimming the further she went. Softly she whispered, "Is anyone there? Hello? Is there anyone here at all?
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Sept 19, 2013 15:29:12 GMT -8
Lucien approached the doors, first making sure that they were both indeed locked before looking to the hanging key. It looked pretty unique.. No way to fool the card slot with anything else. He momentarily considered cutting it in half to try that, but there was such a high chance of failure there, and then he would be stuck.
He took the key in his hand and noticed that he was visibly shaking. His adrenaline level was still quite high, what with waking up in a holding cell and being instantly attacked. He needed to be calm for this decision. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to soothe his nerves, urging his heart to slow to a reasonable level. After a few moments, he was no longer shaking, and his head was clear.
Now, the doors... The one to his right had a crackling sound behind it, like wood burning. No smoke was visible, nor was the door hot, so it was either an area that was properly ventilated, or it was outside. He tried for a few moments to try to hear anything else, unsatisfied, and moved on to the door to his front.
Wind, lots of whistling wind. From the strength of the whistle through the cracks, Lucien estimated that it was more than was possible with indoor fans. He also heard other stormy sounds..
Both doors had the possibility of heading to the outside. But, then again, both doors had the ability to be a trick of the senses he was relying on. At the end of it, he breathed deep, exhaling slowly as he moved his hand to the door in front of him. Inserting the cardboard key, his hand waited at the handle for it to give, and when it did, he would open the door...
{TL;DR Lucien has chosen the door with the storm noises.}
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 19, 2013 19:16:04 GMT -8
Standing over the pair who had been thrown unceremoniously out the window, Delilah looked down at the prone form of Kate with a brow that was furrowed in confusion. It made sense that Delilah could live through that fall, but at great risk to herself and with an assurance of bodily harm. It was only because of her Qi in the first place that she didn't break her back or ribs. Tough as she might be, physics was physics.
And yet, here was the red-haired woman, unharmed.
It reminded her of Cain all those months ago, when he--...she pushed the lingering memory away. But he had lived; there had been a cross-bow bolt in his sternum, and he had woken up a beast, a demon.
Delilah was understandably wary of assisting this woman for that possibility alone. But 'Kate' had helped her, and Delilah couldn't just leave her here...if for no other reason than the woman had information that Delilah wanted.
Which meant she was going to have to carry her.
Delilah threw her head back with a loud groan ("How does this keep happeniiiiing?!") and stooped, picking up the Kate and tossing her over one shoulder while the other hand clutched the sixteen year old girl in a bridal grip. First stop was to get back to her dirtbike and then to scoot on over to the safe house by the ocean.
It was, by far, the safest place.
. . .
Kate would find herself resting in a luxurious king sized bed in a spacious master bedroom with the covers pulled up around her and the windows thrown open, letting in the scent and sounds of the sea. The room was elaborately decorated, complete with a cleopatra couch, a large wardrobe, an adjoining bathroom, white shag carpet dotted with old blood stains, pale coral walls and a vaulted ceiling.
Across from her, sitting in a chair pulled up from the kitchen, Kate would see Delilah staring directly at her, as if she had been sitting there and watching her the whole time. Black, once-pierced eyebrows raised upwards at her expectantly, wordlessly inviting her to speak.
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