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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 21, 2013 12:45:04 GMT -8
Wait, you didn't answer my-AAH!" He yelped as the cat was flung at him, hoping he didn't take a claw to the face. Catching the cat with outstretched arms, he would hold it there, an arm's length from his body, until the cat's owner had done her flourish-y spinning move. Lucien might have caught a glimpse of something, but he didn't really feel anything towards it, besides slightly uncomfortable.
Then, people started growing exoskeletal armor. And they didn't look too happy at all.
"Let's have a chat, after these guys go down." He said to the woman. He still didn't know who she was, but she seemed to be on the same side as him, so she was probably trustworthy enough. Kinda weird, though...
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Post by Silk Sanada on Nov 21, 2013 20:26:22 GMT -8
Bandit stared at the boy, occasionally blinking. Being held that way was pretty uncomfortable for him. As the people Silk and Lucien were faced with began to grow some weird exoskeleton, Silk blinked and watched. A blank look came over her features that lit up with delight at the idea of beating others down. She moved a little closer to Lucien who held Bandit as if he were a bomb or something gross.
"Well... Fuck... Gimme the cat..."
She grabbed up Bandit who began purring loudly the moment his owner touched him. She would bring the small furry creature close to her chest, her face still quite calm. After a small moment of petting him she gave the feline a kiss on his head. Bandit knew what this meant. Silk only got this affectionate when she threw him at an enemy. Smiling, the spanish woman would walk towards the men with exoskeletons. Standing now, less than 5 feet away from them Silk would draw the cat up. Bandit's claws came out and for a moment she looked like a pitcher on a baseball field. Bandit's helpless meows probably would have convinced others she was hurting him in some way, however, when the cat was released towards the enemies, his attitude changed.
Compared to when she threw him at Lucien, bandit seemed calm despite his fear. Now, as he sailed through the air and quickly approached the exoskeleton monster men, he looked rather vicious or even feral. Between hissing like an angry snake and flailing his dagger like claws, one might assume he was being used as a weapon now. It was exactly how it looked. While Bandit's high flying little act might garner some attention, Silk prepared herself if it didn't. Her first attacks like this were usually hit and miss.
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Post by John Strike on Nov 24, 2013 8:45:09 GMT -8
There where only two battle mode experiments at this location, and the cats high flying act garnered attention. One of them whipped a high energy lightning whip from the wrist of its arm at the mid air cat, electrocuting and sending it flying back at Silk. Burned, unconscious and hurt pretty bad.
The other however seemed to just stare at Lucien for a few seconds, before finally raising its right hand, and firing a kind of heat ball.
In the midst of the Nest's formation there was silence and contemplation. People trying to figure out who was the traitors and who wasn't. Though Asiv would step forward.
"Ms. Black. It is possible that they are sleeper cells. Waiting for an order from John Strike."
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Post by Silk Sanada on Nov 24, 2013 13:17:54 GMT -8
Silk watched some weird electric whip thing hit Bandit. Her long time friend sailed back to her injured and burned. Silk caught him and that playful amusement she had in her eyes vanished. Fighting had never been too serious of a thing for her. She always won her battles, big or small and the only ones who got seriously hurt were the ones that stood in her way. That was probably why she loved to fight so much. She didn't need to become serious, she could still have her fun. Seeing Bandit injured though, that snapped the spanish woman into serious mode. Before, this whole thing had felt like a joke to her, now... she was going to be out for blood.
There was a loud ripping sound as Silk tore the long skirt she wore and made it quite short. She bundled up her burned and unconscious friend and set him aside where no more damage could be done to him. Bandit may have only been a cat, but he was strong enough to hold on while she beat the hell out of someone. Just after tucking her feline friend safely away, Silk turned some hardened green eyes towards the one with the whip.
"He just wanted to fucking hug your face... You fucking asshole..."
Though it could be assumed her comment was a joke, you'd be wrong. Silk honestly believed the guy should have taken his lumps from Bandit but it seemed he rather do things the hard way. Her knuckles cracked as she balled her tanned hands into fists and with out another word, Silk raced at the one with the whip. Her now ripped up skirt wasn't able to make her movements flashy but it also didn't hinder her speed any longer. She was free to move as she wished and that could be pretty fucking dangerous for her opponent.
As she quickly approached the whip wielder, she kept in mind the whips reach and began to think of a way to get around it. She didn't have much thought time as she reached where Bandit had been struck pretty quick. Instead of continuing to run forward, Silk used the momentum she built up to slide over the ground, legs going for the sweep in hopes of a connection. If it didn't work out, she wouldn't be heartbroken over it. Silk always had more plans up her sleeves.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 24, 2013 13:53:36 GMT -8
Lucien saw the heat ball coming towards him, and it seemed like it was going in a pretty linear direction, so Lucien deftly avoided the ball as he went invisible again, zigzagging his way towards the one who had fired at him. When he got close enough to strike, his staff would aim to slam against the side of the armored man's head, in a sweeping motion, near the temple.
He didn't have time to mourn over a cat, he could do that later.. Now he had to secure his life, and this strange woman's as well...
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 24, 2013 14:00:36 GMT -8
She nodded slowly as no one stepped forward. It was a long shot to begin with, but Delilah was never one for leaving an avenue unexplored.
"A word, or a trigger."
Delilah thought for a moment about what might cause a reaction for the orders lying in wait in their minds. She remembered how, just after the activation of her mask, the soldiers approached from within the warehouse.
She pulled on the mask again quickly, sending up a spray of black feathers.
And if this didn't work, she had a plan C.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Nov 24, 2013 14:32:36 GMT -8
Silk's slide attack would be successful in the attack she was aiming for knocking the whip guy down.
Lucien's staff would make such a cracking sound as the guy was thrown to the side.
Five of the people in the formation would kneel when Delilah's mask came on, and it was like... She could feel their minds. It felt like they where waiting for her to give an order.
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Post by Silk Sanada on Nov 24, 2013 14:55:03 GMT -8
The sweep landed and to the ground went Silk's opponent. She wouldn't do her victory dance yet. She wanted blood and destruction, there was no time for cake when you wanted such things. The moment the man hit the ground, Silk pulled herself up into a sit up and slammed one of her tanned elbows down towards the man's chest. If the hit landed, she'd probably crack a rib or two, maybe even his breast plate if she was lucky.
Silk wasn't too worried about winning. Losing wasn't an option. Even when she did lose, the person she fought tended to end up in a lot more pain than she did. Lucien might have felt like he had to keep his and her head a float, but Silk... Silk saw red and nothing else. All she expected Lucien to do was keep up.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 24, 2013 15:04:44 GMT -8
Five people suddenly knelt, causing Delilah to blink in surprise.
WELL. That was not the reaction she was expecting.
She looked at them, getting a sense...somewhere in her mind, that they were waiting for a command. Hers?
Best try it, then, commanding both out loud and in her mind.
"Step forward."
Once they had done so, if they did so...
"You will obey my command and answer my questions. What purpose are you here to accomplish?"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 24, 2013 15:18:54 GMT -8
Lucien closed in, catching the man's neck in the crook of his elbow and tightening as he spun around. After a few microseconds he found a stable footing and bent down, twisting his upper body around to basically throw the man by his neck.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 11, 2013 22:14:39 GMT -8
Neck snapping would be Lucien's cue to the end of that fight.
Delilah would get a nod and some answers.
"To monitor, gain trust, and eventually kill all remaining Crow leadership."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 11, 2013 22:32:27 GMT -8
...Welp. That was clear and concise.
...she literally could not think of anything else to ask. So, one by one, while still maintaining a distant control on the others while one became the focus, would attempt to enter their minds and sift through their thoughts.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 11, 2013 22:42:17 GMT -8
As she dug inward she'd get a flash of John Strike's masked face before each of their necks would snap and brains crushed.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 11, 2013 22:44:50 GMT -8
...Oh. Well then. I guess he's dead.
Since the corpse was in the process of being thrown over Lucien when the snap happened, Lucien would suddenly have a falling deadweight above him, being flipped in midair. It was really good that he had the momentum from the throw in order to clear the body, or all 180 pounds of the soldier/thing would be crushing him right now.
As it was, the coast seemed to be clear. As the mystery woman dealt a few extra blows to the downed soldier, Lucien would run over. "Hold on. He might be useful to us alive." If the woman obliged, and the man was indeed still alive, Lucien would aim a downward punch for the back of his head, just enough to knock him unconscious, but not enough to kill.
Once that was done it was on to the next order of business. Clicking on his earpiece, Lucien would request a private line to Delilah. "First Black, this is Brother DeChain in Anaheim. I have one of the fugitives captured, they have been referring to John Strike as their General, claiming that he can communicate with them through thought. They have also exhibited a Qi-like transformation, with natural armor."
If all went to plan, he would turn to the woman. "Thank you for your help. Mind if I ask your name?"
They couldn't stay long. Not only because they were easy to find, but now Lucien was even more worried about the rest of his Packmates.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 11, 2013 23:01:35 GMT -8
Delilah inhaled sharply and took a surprised step back and away as the mask appeared in her mind's eye. She opened her eyes to numerous screams and shouts of alarm, only to find the men exploded.
...And now it looked like she made the enemy heads explode. Scowling, she pulled the mask off, leaving a scattering of black feather's in it's wake. She put her hands behind her back, looking with grim seriousness at all those before her.
"We have a new and dangerous enemy to add to our lists," she intoned. "One who we once called ally. You heard their plans, their purpose. If friends and comrades can be enslaved to his will as they were...who is to say we are not next?"
She would let those words hang gravely for a moment.
"This man works with Barker and has no love for the Crows or any of our allies. If we--the Grim, the Zero or I-- did not stand in the way of their plans, with the strength of you, our soldiers, comrades, family at our side...we would all surely fall to the unknown power of this new threat."
She raised a clenched fist into the sky.
"WILL WE ALLOW THIS SCUM TO TAKE OUR FREEDOM, THE IDEAL CROWS SERVE ABOVE ALL ELSE?!"
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