A Latte Good on a Sunday [open]

[Kyrie Blaze]

It was somehow familiar to her, though she couldn't recall living in a house with a front porch swing.

The blonde's brows furrowed a little as she followed him into the short but open entryway. There was a wall dividing that and what she could rightly guess to be the living room.

She nodded slowly, apparently distracted, to David's words. She hardly noticed as he went off, either somewhere close by on the main floor, or upstairs. Either way it didn't matter since she was utterly focused on what she was seeing and feeling. It was perhaps the oddest sense of déjà vu she had ever had. The place was clean and well-lit with lots of natural light...but something was off. Something was off and she couldn't put her finger on it.

Part of her felt like she'd been there before, but she consciously knew she never had been.

The things were wrong. The way the people lived here didn't...it didn't make sense to her, the placement of the furniture. She passed through the living room and made her way through the dining area and kitchen, peeking at the back deck and yard...

And then she walked towards the stairs, intent on first seeing the basement. Down, down...down...

[David B.]

As she moved down the stairs, she heard loud creaks above her.

Clearly, there were a couple people in that house.

A loud shot rang out. Then another.

Someone was shooting, and Kyrie's cell phone would be ringing.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Her first instinct with the shots was to duck down and flatten herself against the wall—and as her cell started chiming its ring tone, her stomach dropped and her heart started racing. She dug it out quickly and answered all in one fluid movement, her eyes roaming above. Her daughter had to be okay, all of this was too coincidental—

"Hello?"

Oh, feel that adrenaline pumping.

[David B.]

Youichi's voice came in through the line.

"You've got two in the house. I've put two down outside and David is fighting someone upstairs. Two are headed your way, Kyrie. Get ready."

Kyrie would have a couple minutes, listening to the creeping about above her!

OOC: Kyrie passed D20 check. She gets a single post to prepare.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The blonde's jaw clenched and she slipped down the last few stairs, listening to Youichi. Her heart was hammering but at least she wasn't hyperventilating.

"Understood.""

She quickly looked around the basement, looking for a fast and safe exit, or anything she could use to her advantage as weapons or other methods of escape as she moved away from the stairs!

[David B.]

She'd see a small closet/cupboard she could hide in. There was also a pool table, a small window and an oak desk. She'd have her pick.

After a few moments, two men would step down the stairs. If she was peeking out, one would have black hair and one had clearly blonde hair. Both wore suits, though one was a little more relaxed than the other.

"Here kitty kitty...."

"You sure she came down here?"

The first one let out a hum and they would begin the search!

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie hung up and put her phone on silent before stowing it in her pocket. If it rang it would give away where-ever she was, at that moment. Her purse, though...she stuffed that into the closet and closed it. Quietly.

But not too quietly. Just enough so they may hear it, like someone was in a rush but not wanting to be heard. Then she turned and fled to the pool table, picking a cue up along the way so she could hide along the other side...and use the legs of the table to hide herself from immediate sight as she crouched.

And watched. And listened. And readied herself. If they checked out where she stowed her purse like she wanted them to...

. o O ( As per GM request, rolled D20 = 10 + 13 SPD = 23 )

[David B.]

OOC: GM Rolled 14. 14 + 19 PER = 33. CRITICAL FAILURE.

IC:

Grimoire turned to the dresser walking over expectantly. Edward, meanwhile, sniffed the air. His eyes would lock on Kyrie, crouched behind the pool table.

"Come out, hun. It's okay. Grimoire, your six."

The other male, blonde, would turn to look over at her with a little smile.

"Yay! Is she gonna fight brother?"

Edward stared, waiting to see if that was the case!

OOC: Posts til David arrives- 13

Stats:

Edward's stats:

Atk: 17
Spd: 15
Def: 10
Per: 19
Eng: 11

Grimoire's stats:

Atk: 9
Spd: 9
Def: 9
Per: 9
Eng: 36

[Kyrie Blaze]

...he was...sniffing...the air?

Kyrie swallowed, slowly, and frowned. The cue she had snugged up against the table...and she slowly stood, putting the heels of her hands against the side of the pool table to lean against them, almost casually, aside from the coiled tension in her body.

Brothers, maybe, by their words. Or just close enough they figured they may as well call themselves as such.

"Who sent you?"

No use in asking why they were here. That much, at least, was obvious.

ATK 8
DEF 8
SPD 13
PER 12
ENE 9

[David B.]

"It doesn't matter. We need you, to break him. Come on along with us, honey..."

Grimoire giggled, moving slowly around the table. He withdrew a syringe from behind him, and they were clearly ready to get involved with her physically.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Break him? Break who? Break--

Whoa whoa, no, stay away! She sidestepped, bringing the cue to bear with a sharp inhale, the movement keeping her back to the wall and away from them.

Gird your ears, lads--

"DAVID!"

It was sharp, short, and...loud, designed to draw attention.

. o O ( GM requested roll D50 + PER + ENE. D50 = 24 + 12 + 9 = 45 )

[David B.]

Grimoire threw up a sound barrier, with Edward bringing up an arm to catch the pool cue while clamping a hand to her mouth. A knife would be put to her throat.

"We don't need you alive- stop moving or I'll slit your throat and toss your body at his feet."

The sound of a window breaking behind them- a small air window- could be heard. Both turned as a barrel was stuck through the window and fired. Grimoire threw up a barrier and slowed the bullet down, but it still tore through his shoulder. Bee lay on the grass and started lighting shit up. Grim moved around the table while Ed slammed himself against the wall. He was under the gun and so reached up, gripping the barrel and bending it to the side.

The door on the stairs exploded downward, and David walked down the stairs, one hand in his pocket. The other was dripping blood- but not his own.

Grim seethed!

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO LEGION!?"

He blasted David with waves, who was blown backward into the cement wall. His back smashed into it, creating a small crater before he slipped down to a knee. Then, he pushed himself back up to his feet, cracking his neck. His suit jacket was torn and fell off. His eyes were wide with anger and outrage as he stared down at the male who was blinking from surprise that David was able to get back up. Wind began to pick up around David's feet as air blasted through the window, lifting his hair and fluttering his clothes all over. His voice was surprisingly soft.

"How dare you defile this home."

OOC: I rolled a combined 31. GM CRITICAL FAIL. Youichi Entrance and David counter nulled.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Fortunately for Kyrie, she knew how to fight multiples.

Unfortunately for Kyrie, she was a bit rusty. So with the sound of her own scream ringing in her ears in the suddenly confined space, and Edward's movement--she found herself stuck in a hold with the edge of a blade pressed against her neck. She took a stuttered breath in through her nose and attempted to relax--but not relinquish her hold on the cue.

Her heart was racing again - or still - as the breaking of glass was heard, and sudden shots. Part inhale-part sound of alarm was heard before Edward dragged her backwards with minimal effort, the blonde attempting to shift the cue more towards her neck...and get it beneath the tip of the blade. There was so much going on it was all she could do to press backwards and turn her face away from the cue, and press the butt of it against the wall, attempting to angle it so the top would come across her jaw and push the knife away just a little--

--and stomp down quickly on his foot as the upstairs door splintered and broke.

A distraction, to be sure, but Kyrie was somewhat more focused on the knife at her neck, and using the cue as a brace, because he was obviously stronger than her.

She only hoped the cue would hold out and not splinter!

[David B.]

Edward felt her cue slip beneath his blade and so removed it. His other hand though would wrap around her midsection. He started to pull her into the wall before she could stomp!

Bee reached down, grabbing her arm and whipping out a piston. She shot Ed in the elbow, shattering it and earning a scream. Kiyr was free!

Grimoire turned and ran, diving at the wall while blasting Kiyr (roll a D20 please if you intend to try anything other than taking it.)

If he made it, his arm would grasp Grimoires other one, and both would sink into the wall quickly, vanishing. The wind cut out as David nodded at Youichi. He approached Kiyr.

"So much for you wanting this home."

Youichi stood, being the badass she was, and curse that her gun was now bent.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The arm wrapping around her waist had her tensing, immediately attempting to push forward and away, no longer trying to play the lifeless doll that he wouldn't notice her. The sudden glint of gunmetal had the blonde's blue eyes widening and she jerked, despite Youichi clamping a hold on her.

The shot had her momentarily deaf to other sounds.

But she saw movement, as she moved forward, and braced herself--but too late, and was thrown back and to the side, her body cracking against the wall and slumping.

Pain lanced through her body and the blonde's breathing went awry in a mess of quick breaths as things suddenly died off. It took a few moments for her blue eyes to focus, and then, they only did because she could somewhat see someone in a suit approaching. She clutched the cue, hard, her other arm coming to brace itself against the wall, so she could push off--

Ah...wait. It was David.

She subsided. Exhaled. And tried to get herself together by inhaling through her nose, and exhaling through her mouth.

"Good thing I was already thinking apartment before this point."

The air of familiarity to the place was unnerving, now. But not as much as the incident. She shifted on her bottom, stretching out a leg with a soft grunt as she dug out her phone, opened it, brought up August in her contacts, and dialled.