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Post by DESTINY on May 26, 2013 13:21:05 GMT -8
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This event is a closed Event, made for only Sage and Rogue. This event is pretty simple, stay alive and have fun, this event will help expand the site on some plot information. The date is May 7th, the weather is mostly clear skies, humid, with the temperatures around 78°F(25.6°C). The time of day would be around 6pm on a Monday night, the sun is setting. Venice Beach, on the sands of the beach, only a few yards away from the large pier that continues towards the ocean. There are only a handful of people in this area, mostly duo to the setting sun and the rising tide. There were also rumors about a wild dog who have been attacking people and pets, needless to say most people stay away for that reason. Some may not know of the rumor, or don't care - either way, there are still some enjoying the warm sand and setting sun.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 26, 2013 15:03:00 GMT -8
Colin's task for the evening had seemed simple enough-- drive up to the Venice Beach boardwalk, rush to one of the second-hand book stalls, check to see whether they had copies of a few hard-to-find titles that he'd been looking for, and then be back in his car in a matter of minutes. It would literally be dart in, dart out, and then drive home fast enough so he'd be on time to collect the Chinese takeout he'd ordered for him and his girlfriend that night. All he needed to do was look at a couple of stalls quickly, so it really didn't sound like his mission would take all that long to complete, despite his tendency to linger in bookstores for hours and hours on end. If he kept telling himself that there was something-- or someone-- waiting for him, and that he had to hurry, maybe he would be able to snap himself out of his obsession-induced trance and get back home as quickly as he could.
Besides, he'd heard the rumours: Venice Beach wasn't exactly safe.
Not because of the perpetual lingering scent of weed, nor the shady back alleys behind the different stores, where you could hear dark whispers and sweet murmurs late at night. No, those were things that you couldn't hope to avoid, in this city at least. Los Angeles wasn't exactly the most virtuous place in the world, and even though he was security conscious and attuned to danger, he'd learned just how to stay safe in the midst of it. You didn't go out too late at night unless you had a car. You learned which areas were dangerous, and avoided them like the plague. You kept your eyes and your ears open for any rumours, any whispers of something that might have cropped up in a certain area. Even if Colin's natural state would have allowed him to live in obliviousness towards the world around him, he had to try to be alert, to take care of himself.
Yes, he'd heard the rumours about Venice Beach: that there was a large black dog attacking people and pets around the area. But this was around sunset, while people were still lingering around the shore. Surely the dog wouldn't dare attack in the midst of a large crowd. Granted, when he'd turned up at the boardwalk, he'd noted that it was quieter than he was used to, that the crowds were less maddening, that the jostle towards his favourite used-book stall was just that bit easier. But it couldn't just have been because of a single rumour, could it? It hadn't even been published in the newspapers. Talk was just talk, after all, gossip spread from student to student, and all he was doing was picking up a couple of books. In broad daylight, in public.
That was all.
Yet there was something oddly unsettling about the entire situation. The blonde frowned as he leafed through the thick tomes, trying to ignore the knots in his stomach, the cawing of seagulls in the distance not loud enough to drown out the sound of his heart pounding against his ribcage. He hadn't even found what he wanted, or needed; this had proven to be a fruitless trip, he thought as he set down a copy of The Way of Shadows. Colin sighed. Mission not accomplished. Time for him to head back.
"Thank you," he said, giving the stall owner a polite nod. "But I don't think I found what I wanted."
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2013 9:10:16 GMT -8
The air was hot and humid, and that was doing nothing to help Scott. He was wound up, coiled like a tensed spring, on the inside. He needed to find someone, tonight. Or he had no idea what he'd do. He took a breath to steady himself as suddenly people came into his view. Though the sun was setting at the beach, the air was slowly filling with the people he was looking for. At least...it should have.
Normally when he came to the beach at sun set, the night life was setting in. Pimps and hookers emerged from the shadows, near corners, while drug dealers and users pilled around all over. Everyone always had an eye out for the cops, however today, what few people there was were looking for a rumour. A myth. A legend.
There apparently a wild dog going around attacking pets and people at night, but that wasn't enough to deter Scott. Not with his need. It was slowly growing worse as time went on. Normally he would have paid for a prostitute, however that Red Head had made him give all his spare money to the Italian mafia to repay an abortion. He shivered remembering that night. The godfather's granddaughter was a skilled lass, he missed her.
He looked around, trying to fond someone, anyone who could give him what he wanted, who was willing, too. He had morals, of some sort. He spotted a young blond, and without knowing why, he walked towards him. His walk smoothed out into a saunter, his mouth formed a cocky grin and his posture finally relaxed. He was starting to feel like himself. “My my my, Look'it wit we go' ere. Laddeh, ye shouldn' be out so late at nigh, Teh boogey man will ge' ya!” he said with a chuckle. He was wearing his work clothing, dirtied wife beater, jeans caked with dust and muddied steel toes. He didn't look quite as attractive as he wanted to, but at least he didn't smell.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 27, 2013 11:40:42 GMT -8
A large part of why Colin enjoyed reading was so that he could be undisturbed. He enjoyed being left in peace, being left alone to his own devices. Colin was a solitary person most of the time, after all, and he strongly disliked being approached by strangers when he wished to be left alone. It wasn't as though he could wear a sign on his forehead saying 'go away', but he got quite irritated when others couldn't sense when people were within their own spheres of privacy. One would have thought that someone who was perusing rows and rows of books would be entitled to be left alone, but apparently not.
Even if Colin had walked away from the stand when the other man had walked up to him, it was still unpleasant to have to partake in idle small talk when he was clearly in a rush. The blonde cringed inwardly as the other man told him that it was late at night, and that the bogeyman was going to get him. The tone had been nothing if not sleazy, and there was no better way to describe it other than disgusting. Nice accent though, he couldn't help but think. Much as he had longed to pick up a cool accent when he had been on his study abroad, he hadn't managed to sound anything other than American after he'd returned. The other's voice aside, though, Colin had to leave-- there were rumours afoot, and he didn't want to risk anything, far-fetched as the word sounded.
"I know. That's why I'm leaving now," he said with a polite nod. He didn't want to engage the man too much; all he wanted was to go back, and get his Chinese takeout. "Pardon, but I'm in a hurry." Not that he was going to let any of his disgust appear on his face. He didn't know what the other wanted from him, and he didn't care. Nobody spoke like that without an ulterior motive though, and if he was intending to sell Colin weed or some other illegal substance, then he had another thing coming. He was in a rush; it simply wasn't safe here.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2013 6:57:27 GMT -8
Scott eyes the man lecherously, looking him up and down. He grinned and nodded, happy with what he saw. The boy was short, blonde and had a pretty face. Almost like a girl. Scott liked that a lot, he was content with a man, but he always preferred charming a woman. “I see laddeh, well, ye go' a nice plan teh get yerself home.” Scott leaned on a shelf, trying to block the man in, atleast until he could ask his question. He kept his face calm, with a small smile, but inside in head he was screaming. It took all he had to breath calmly, let alone drag the man off to some dark alley and-- Scott was rather disturbed he had even imagined that scenario.
His eye twitched ever so slightly as he took a step towards the boy. “Well Lad... befer ye head off... ah was wondering... If ye'd be interested in... performing a service fer meh.” He knew that wasn't smooth at all, he hoped the kid felt any physical attraction. That might be the only thing to help him at this point. “Ah... ah can pay ye lad... wit...wit deh yeh say?” He added, his breath getting a little harsher and his eye twitch a lot more.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 30, 2013 7:19:42 GMT -8
The vibe he was getting from the other man was lecherous, creepy even. Colin couldn't help but feel as though he was some form of prey as the dark-haired male glanced him up and down, leaning on a shelf as though he expected to be here making actual conversation. Sadly, Colin did not do conversation. He was capable of talking to people on the Internet and in the context of academic discourse, and of course with a few select friends, but this reeked of something gross, something slimy, even. Like a back-alley exchange in hushed voices after dark. While he didn't want to judge a situation, or a person by its cover, his internal alarm bells were going off: he did not want to buy any weed, thank you very much, now could he just leave in peace? The blonde took a step backwards, trying to make it clear that he wasn't interested in whatever the other man had to offer, when the man mentioned a service.
"What."
It took a second for Colin to register what exactly the man had said, before speaking the next two words to complete his sentiments regarding this entire scenario as a whole:
"The fuck."
Colin flushed immediately after speaking the sentence, covering his face with his hands. W- what exactly had he said? Well, crap, where had his self-control gone? Much as it had been a little weird to be approached by the man to offer him a service-- there had been no reason to be rude-- he had just been weirded out, that was all. Damn, damn, damn, dammit, what was he supposed to say? "I'm- I'm so sorry," he muttered. "I didn't mean to be rude, I was just caught aback. Sorry, I don't think I want to perform any... Services tonight." What about Colin screamed male prostitute to this guy? He certainly hoped it wasn't the plaid shirt. Julie would probably attribute it to the plaid shirt, in fact, and laugh at him. In fact, if he told her about this exchange when he went back, she was going to laugh her ass off.
"Not interested, sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I really have to go." With that, Colin turned around, starting to walk away as quickly as he could. He was not going to be able to live this down if his girlfriend found out.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 8:43:14 GMT -8
Scott found himself in a rather interesting scenario. Here was this boy, tempting as an eclair filled with cocaine, and he gave an answer, but Scott couldn’t tell if it was yes or no. Deciphering anbiguity was something a Scott in the afterglow could figure our. Desperate Scott wasn't as subtle. “Yis, laddeh... teh feck. Am trying teh ask if ye'll slep wit meh.” Scott said, his eye twitching again. He shivered slightly at the thought of finally getting sweet release.
Scott chuckled gently, looking at the boy. He looked rather cute with that blush. He watched as the boy fumbled gently with his words. However, Scott was crushed however, when he was told a rather horrible answer. “y...ye don wan teah feck. Oh laddeh! d...don say that laddeh... Look... I need this. Sew baddly lad. P...please don do this teh meh lad.” He tried to grab the man in desperation, to hold him back so he could try to convince him further.
“Lad...lad jus...just give it a try... think hard... pl...please are ye sure lad...”
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Post by COLIN COX on Jun 2, 2013 11:41:21 GMT -8
Back in high school Colin had learned how to be paranoid. To keep his mouth shut, keep his guard up, to choose his words carefully and trust no-one. As the frequent target of bullying back when he had been a shy, insecure kid, he'd trained himself to make sure he knew an escape route from every hallway, from every classroom he'd been in just in case someone decided to strike. He'd never needed to use them, of course, but it became almost a game to him-- when he was being taunted or called names like freak or nerd or tranny, he would glance around, wondering how he'd break out from where he was if he had to, make sure that there was always a path he could take in case he was being hurt or harmed. Whether he'd have been able to break out of someone's grip was irrelevant; because if he knew an escape route he knew that there was a chance.
But the years in college had been good to him. With his arrival at Los Angeles he had learned that he no longer had to run and hide, that he could choose however much or little of his history he wanted to share with anyone at a given time. People in college were more mature, more tolerant, more accepting. He attended classes where he got to talk about fandom theory and got into debates about equality and justice, and for the past three years he had felt his guard start to drop. College had been a safe space, and while he had known that the outside world was as cruel as it had always been his barriers had fallen too, lulled into a sense of security by the safety his school afforded. And while Scott may have just grabbed him by the hand, Colin's eyes immediately widened, and he yanked it back, shooting the man a sharp glare. His childhood paranoia began to seep in once again as he managed to sputter out the words:
"I said no. D- don't touch me."
Whatever intent Scott might have had behind his words and actions, Colin didn't care. The man was making him uncomfortable and if he'd learned anything from being a victim or a target, it was when he started feeling that creeping sensation that grabbed hold of his chest and sunk its claws into his throat that bad things would happen. Whatever else the man had to say, Colin no longer cared. All he wanted to do was to sprint to his car as quickly as possible and get the hell out of here, and with that, he made a mad dash towards the parking lot, running and running with only one aim in mind. He'd said no, it meant no, and he didn't care if he was overreacting. Colin didn't feel safe. That was that. The pounding of his heart against his ribcage echoed in his ears, and Colin couldn't help but wish that he'd chosen somewhere nearer to keep his car-- he wanted out. And now.
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Post by CHAOS on Jun 3, 2013 16:04:47 GMT -8
People were smart, give them something to fear and most did well to stay clear. The large canine had made both a statement and a meal out of the pets people would walk on the beach. He had tried to stay quiet, praying only on small creatures, birds, dogs, but he was not made to fed on just game. One of Fate's curses was Chaos hunger, he was made to hunt and produce fear. No matter what he killed, or who he fed on the hunger stayed, screaming for something bigger. Humans normally did well to keep his hunger at bay. It had been almost a month since his last meal. That young man had not even been made into a proper meal, there was too many people, not enough time to really sink his fangs in. That was the reason why he took to eating pets and wild birds.
Still that young man had been good for something, Chaos was granted some power over the air, adding to what he already had. He used this control to listen to two people that were up the sand and on the pier. He breathed in deep taking in the scent of fear, one of the males had caused fear into the other. The smell was intoxicating, so much so that Chaos decided he had waited long enough to eat. His breathing stilled as he concentrated on the sky, forcing it to darken, and then commanded the skies to open. It started to rain, this was good, he would used the sudden change in weather as a distraction as he made his way over to the men. They were a good distance away, but time was cut short as he sprinted from the beach. He kept shielded, invisible to the human eye.
As he reached the end of his run he dug claws into the sand and used all the force he could to jump a few feet over a railing, and then with an extra boost (using the air around him.) Pounced towards Colin, the male's fear was enough to paint him as a worthy target for Chaos. He was still getting used to controlling more them one skill at a time, his invisibility shield flicked, almost like a tv that could not keep its picture. He was only feet away from coming down on the young man, fangs bare and claws extended.
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Post by ARCTURUS DIA on Jun 6, 2013 11:18:51 GMT -8
So routine patrol wasn't exactly a thing for her, normally – she had a mountain of paperwork waiting in her office and a small pile of letters from heads of her family waiting at home, not to mention there was an obstacle course run tomorrow for some of the little shits at seven in the morning, obviously she had a lot more important things to do. Thing was, she volunteered – no, insisted – to run a sweep of areas where suspicious activity had been happening in various areas. Why? Procrastination, obviously – there were a ton of people equipped for the job, who could have taken it so she could have done her work – but as soon as someone had mentioned a sweep needing to be done again sometime soon to eyeball hotspots picked out from scraps in local news reports, she'd jumped on it.
The beach was only her first stop – night tended to draw out more activity, as it was an ideal cover, and the sun was just starting to set. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't biased about going to the beach first so she could be there while it was still daytime – had been a while since she'd been out there, after all. It should have been easy enough – it sounded like there was a corrupt animal in the area, most those were fairly simple to disable, she could take fifteen or twenty minutes to relax at a nice drink stand after she was done and no one would be the wiser.
As soon as she parked her truck and stepped out, however, the buzz in her ear followed by 'Nine 'o clock, unscaled energy reading, fifty feet - sixty feet – fifty feet' She promptly ignored it, knowing the fluctuation meant it couldn't get a fix on it, and it would keep going like that – she was far more concerned by the unscaled reading part. That meant it was higher than her interface could go, which was...bad. There were only a few things around the city that powerful, and her thoughts of this being a simple corrupted animal vanished. Well, perhaps there was one here, but something else was here, too – oh yay. Her expression darkened as she locked her car and started to pace in the direction it claimed, one hand reaching to the hip that didn't have a sidearm attached to it and pushing a few buttons of the device there, attempting to divert some power into pinpointing a location.
Several minutes of the fluctuating distance later, she made a frustrated noise, dark eyes sweeping over the area as the feed in her ear gave her a constant mantra of sixteen feet – eighteen feet – fifteen feet – sixteen feet, doing little to help her. She knew she was close but she still saw nothing. And to make matters worse, in that instant, a fat drop of water fell on her face, causing her to look up and find the sky suddenly and drastically changed. Well. That wasn't a good sign. 'What the hell is this thing' she thought absently, eyes still darting through the area as she began to take longer strides in the direction it supposedly was.
'Nine feet – sixteen feet – twenty-two feet' Shit, was it moving or was her thing really going haywire? Just as she was about to hit the device at her hip, she saw something, something abnormal amongst the small clusters of people and cars, flashing in and out of view – flickering. Flickering and hurtling at a young man a short ways in front of her. She didn't even hesitate, mentally apologizing for the cleanup and cover stories someone was going to have to make, pulling the firearm from the holster at her hip, shoving a cluster of giggling women out of the way as she leveled her weapon.
“GET DOWN!” she made sure to call, hoping people would see her weapon and scatter. Just as there were several shouts and a few people moved, there was another flicker as the thing made a lung for the kid, and Arcturus squeezed the trigger, hoping for distraction if nothing else, but maybe she'd get lucky and the thing would actually be hurt. Something, though, in the back of her mind, mixed with the unease as bits and pieces of old stories that were starting to surface, told her that no, it wouldn't be.
Unfortunately she didn't get a chance to find out, as the shot was dodged, but the energy required apparently ate whatever energy was being used to keep it invisible, as the creature flickered slowly into full view a moment after. She'd been hoping she was wrong...really, really hoping. She kept her expression hard and her gun level, moving slowly towards the monstrous dog and two men it had been after, eyes not leaving it, the cool voice in her ear still trying desperately to pinpoint the location of the energy. Well. That explained why her interface couldn't focus on an element didn't it.
NOTE: Arc needs to stop making her entrances by shooting.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 6:43:02 GMT -8
Scott debated running after the lad, but a wiser part of his mind reminded him he was human, not an animal and that he didn't have to fall victim to every whim his instinct had. He sighed as he watched the kid run off. He'd have to try again then, he hoped he could find someone who was up for it. The city was a different place at night, but mist people were out for money, not so much a disease. He looked at the store owner, who shot him a dirty glare. Scott was used to that sort of look, and happily countered with a rude finger gesture before walking away.
Scott was about to head away to the remainder of the beach and the night life, when he felt something hit his face. He reached up and touched it, a droplet of water coming along with his fingers. ”Rain...? Bit et's not teh rain fer a while... ah feck.. don be a sterm...” He said, his voice trembling as he looked to the sky. His gaze dropped as soon as he felt another droplet of water. He needed shelter and fast in case things went bad.
He wasn't sure where he was going, and it seemed was following someone’s foot steps in the sand, probably that kid from earlier. He chuckled at the fear in the man's eyes at the time. In a way it was funny he was scared of Scott, granted he had good reason, even if the man hadn't asked the blond for sex. The Scottish gangs were still something to be wary of. The Scotsman sighed as he sank back into memories of his homeland, and technically, now that his debt was paid he could go back when he wanted to, that wasn't too great a problem now.
His happy train of thought was broken by a crack in the air, a sound he knew fairly well. Gun shot. ”Fecken hell!” Scott shouted as he dropped like a sack, scanning the area quickly for the source and if he was the target. He rose up slowly when everything seemed to calm down. Well, aside from the demonic looking Dog staring down the blond and an African American lady with a gun. It was now his turn to be clueless! Wit...teh feck....”
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Post by COLIN COX on Jun 12, 2013 4:13:43 GMT -8
Just get the fuck out, and go home. That was all Colin wanted to do at that point. He wasn't all that far from his car and he knew it, and it was just a matter of minutes before he got there and he was safe. Right now all that was on his mind was the prospect of leaving, of hopping into his car and driving away as quickly as he possibly could. And in his panic he didn't feel the gust, the burst of energy charging towards him; he wouldn't have been alive for much longer if it hadn't been for the gunshots.
Wait, gunshots?
Colin glanced upwards at the sound of the shots, noticing a woman pointing a gun in his direction. Was he the target? What had he done-- what was this, what was going on, all he'd wanted to do was to come here and get some books, and now he was caught in the middle of this? Lips parted to speak, so he could find out just what she wanted from him. But it was only a matter of seconds before the woman told him to get down; he did so, immediately, dropping to the floor, ducking to the left instinctively so he'd be out of the line of fire. He covered his head with his hands, eyes darting around the area. What was happening? What was going on-- shit!
Hazels widened in panic as he noticed the sight of the large, black dog coming into sight, materializing from what seemed like thin air as its fangs barely missed him, the woman's instruction for him to back off practically saving his life. Shit. It was exactly what they'd been talking about, the dog that attacked-- but the rumours had never said that the dog would be invisible. The blonde inched himself away from the animal, wondering whether it was a good idea to pick himself up and run. The logical thing to do might have been to stay down, but at the same time the dog had just tried to attack, and if he wasn't careful the dog could make a lunge for him again. The animal was just inches away from him, as it had tried to attack, and what if the woman missed? This wasn't a bank robbery, this wasn't a rational creature.
So he did what any person would do in a situation like this-- his eyes met the woman's, hoping for further instructions before the dog recovered from either the shock of the sound, or that it would hopefully be wounded from the shots. Slowly, as calmly as he could, he picked himself up, continuing to inch away, hoping that this dog was just like any other dog. Panicking would do him no good: he didn't want to encourage the dog to chase him. It was what you were supposed to do when being attacked by an animal-- to stay calm, to stay cool, and hopefully it would get bored and just go away. Dogs functioned on the basis of dominance, after all. If he stood his ground, it would hopefully go away. And so Colin tried to keep his stance strong, fighting to ignore the instinct he had to run away. _____________________________________
note: battle scenes have never been my forte, please tell me if i need to change anything.
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Post by CHAOS on Jun 21, 2013 21:34:31 GMT -8
The gunshot was enough to distract Chaos long enough to save the young man from certain death. The bullet flew pass, clipping a piece of fur from his side as Chaos put his effort into dodging the shot. He used his gift of the wind to push himself off to the side, gaining ground quickly as he turned to face the three humans. The rain drops fell over the black canine, but his fur did not get wet. It was strange, but the water fell shot from reaching his fur. Instead the droplets hit and slid down an invisible barrier, who's outline was only slightly noticeable thanks to the rain.
He looked over the humans carefully, there two males from earlier seemed fairly normal, but that female was a different story. To Chaos there were no coincidences, everything in life happened for a reason, whether he liked it or not. There had to be a reason to this women showing up, she had a weapon, making her his enemy. What Chaos did not know what who this women was, or what she did for a living. If Chaos had known he would have done things differently, had never met an IS member personally, but heard the stories. He had been sealed away long before the start of the organization. Even sealed away he was still able to watch the world, see it's changes and watch as Fate failed over and over again.
His tail shifted from side to side as he eyed the women with his red eyes, he did not want to get close, something told him to keep his distance. With a plan he lifted his head and pointed his muzzle to the sky. He howled and the rain started to pick up, then there was a bright light, a lightning bolt shot to the ground and struck a lamp post close by. Then the sound the thunder followed, he needed to fix his aim, but the storm would serve as a good distraction. Make it harder to see, hit them with cold winds and with the darkening sky his eyes were already adjusting to the dark that started to descend on the area.
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Post by ARCTURUS DIA on Jun 27, 2013 5:57:55 GMT -8
Eyes hard, distant, and calculating, the ex-marine made it close to the two men and the dog, and while she stared it down, she commanded the both of them “Get to me.” She didn't lower her gun, nor did she take her eyes off the deceptively canine creature as she spoke, her aim locked between its eyes even knowing it wouldn't do much good – at least, if the way the outline of the barrier was showing told her anything. She had to wonder what deity she pissed off that caused so many of the mythological entities from the old kingdoms show up in one concentrated area. Yes, she knew that was exactly why everyone was being reassigned here, it was sort of a big deal, but really? There was little she could do to stop the creature as it caused the storm to thicken, and the downpour made the hair that hung around her face and clothes cling to her skin. Just as she thought 'if this ruins my gun I'm going to be pissed', a loud crack near her that took out a lamppost told her she had bigger problems than rusty weapons. Regardless, she didn't visibly flinch.
“Sorry. I don't scare easy.” She was unsure if the creature could understand her, but the only reason he wouldn't be able to would be due to not knowing the language – it wasn't a dog in the slightest, she knew it was intelligent and it was more dangerous than any elemental, entity or creature she'd ever faced. 'Well, yet' she amended grimly, a conversation she'd had with her fellow leaders not long ago coming to mind in particular. She wasn't delusional – she knew what this was from the brief but very vivid references of the creature the society’s records had – the ability to cloak itself mixed with the thundercrack that had happened so near that it obviously triggered...as well an an energy reading that was off her charts and unable to be pinpointed – there was no way she could dream of taking the thing on by herself. Her best bet...distract, get the area clear of civilians, and send in a message to the rest of the society just in case...well, just in case the worst happened.
They had to know that Chaos was awake.
“Come on furball you want the snack, then follow me.” she taunted casually, before grabbing both the men it had been after by the shoulder and dragged them back, shoving in the direction of her parked truck. “Move. Fast. I saved your ass so now you owe me a little backup.” she hissed to the two. As much as she didn't want to admit it she needed some – even if only some distraction. She had to get ahold of someone, fast, who had the power to clear out the beach. Well, to be fair...a lot of the area they were in now was clearing fast, people scattering from the sound of the shot. Eyebrows drawing together, she shoved her two 'backup' and urged them to keep moving in the direction they were going, she turned back to the creature, firing several shots at its feet, to the effect of distracting it and chasing off all the people in the area due to the noise.
As soon as she did that she turned back and focused on her truck again, which was still a good distance away – and had most her heavy arsenal weapons, her phone, and a new set of enchanted bullets she had stashed away in there as well, but if she could avoid using them, she would – they were a pain in the ass to get ahold of.
NOTE: Flippin hell this took me ages.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 16:37:43 GMT -8
Scott slowly looked up at the dog. He had seen attack dogs before, having watched a rival gang use one to tear apart one of his own members. It was a livid and horrifying experience, and he was loath to repeat it. This dog however, was different. It looked smarter, and deadly, and just materialised out of the air.
Scott had no idea what was going on, and he honestly hopped he was just hallucinating. Something told him he wasn't though. this all felt far too real. He slowly got to his feet, looking at the african-american woman. The guy he flirted with was there too. He looekd between the three, he walked closer to the kid, out of some need for safety.
The sky suddenly darkened further, making Scott feel very nervous. He winced as he felt the rain on head. "Oh no... no no no... don ye fecken dare... AH!" Like a little girl, Scott screamed as lightning struck the lamp post. The crack sent fear through his system, a deep terror that would made even cthulu envious. He barely needed any coaxing, as soon as the car was made clear, he bolted towards it, trying not to cry.
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Post by COLIN COX on Jun 27, 2013 17:24:28 GMT -8
tagged: sage, jess, dani. time: May 7th, approx. 6 p.m. speech: colin. notes: quotes adapted from house of leaves. It almost seemed as though it was the chilling howl of the dog that unleashed the crack of thunder, some sort of extended metaphor for the danger they'd been sent hurtling into. Colin had always cringed at authors that used a sudden change of weather to transform the mood of a scenario-- it seemed too easy. Too picture-perfect. Lazy writing for the author who scorned attention to detail and glossed over the potential intricacies of a text. But with the darkening clouds, the screeching wind and the greying sky, there was no denying that it did create a heightened sense of peril: when even the skies were against you, how were you supposed to fare against your fears?
I am not a fool. I am wise. I will run from my fear, I will out distance my fear, then I will hide from my fear, and I will wait for my fear, I will let my fear run past me--
Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm. Colin gritted his teeth, swallowing the ebbing sense of panic that was bubbling from his insides and clenching hold of his chest, repeating the mantra in his mind over and over again as he continued to back away. The woman seemed to have the situation under complete control, judging from the confident tone of her voice and the way she seemed to be speaking to the creature, as though it had some way of understanding her. Best to leave this to the experts, he thought as he picked up pace-- he wasn't going to show the animal his back, no, not when this was a struggle for dominance and control, or at least, unless the woman told him to do something. He couldn't claim to be any sort of expert in these situations, but he was intelligent enough to know when to shut up, stop yowling, back down and listen to someone who understood what was going on. Which was why when the woman suddenly grabbed hold of his shoulder, yanking him out of his train of thought, he did his best to suppress any sort of verbal response. Panicked hazels darted to meet browns, and then the woman asked them to provide backup.
Wait. Backup.
"A- are you sure--" he managed to stutter out, but stopped himself halfway. From her furrowed brows and her hardened gaze, it was clear as day that she meant business of some sort. He took a quick glance around the area. While it was clear that there were plenty of others around Santa Monica, few were in the same proximity as they were-- right now, he and the creeper were the woman's best bet. Colin gulped as the woman gave him a sharp shove, but he nodded this time, trying his best to strike at his fear charge at his fear grab hold of fear, sink his fingers into his fear, bite his fear, tear the throat of his fear. "I- I don't know how much help I'll be. But tell me what to do."
It would have been evident as day that he wasn't strong. That he wasn't physically competent. But as the woman barked at him to dart towards the truck as quickly as he could, all he did was nod before setting off, picking up his pace as he sped up, the sound of his heart pounding against his chest ringing in his ears. His breath hitched in his throat and he couldn't help but wish that he wasn't wearing a fucking chest binder, but there was no way that he would have known that he'd been thrust in the middle of this that morning. (Binding was a reason that he'd avoided exercise for so long, if he was to be honest with himself. It made it harder to breathe and he hated how the cloth felt when it was wet and sticky and clung to his body, but well, self preservation won out at this point.) He didn't even bother casting the other man a look of disgust as he fell to the ground, because Colin too was terrified. Though he had a gut feeling that this woman would be his one last chance of survival.
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Post by CHAOS on Jul 5, 2013 8:17:29 GMT -8
Yes, already Chaos could tell that this women was trouble. He studied her for a moment as she tried to bait him into attacking. She was too calm, as if she had dealt with something like himself before. Just then it hit him, the people that had sealed him away ages ago. Before they had sealed him they had started a group that was meant to be carried down though the generations, was this woman a part of that group? Sadly it did not matter if the answer was yes or no, he could tell that she knew too much and that was a problem and that was a problem in itself.
The larger man seemed spooked by the lightning, this was entertaining to Chaos, and his tail waged as he thought of how he could use this man's fear against the group. He did not chase, why should he? He had control over the weather and was faster at running then these humans were. All he did was walk, his pace was steady as he allowed a deep growl to escape his throat. He followed, slowly, one to seem intimidating and to get an understanding to what the woman was up to. Another bolt of lighting came down, this one hitting the power lines of the street lamps and cutting off all light from a two block radius. His shield was still up, he might be toying with them, but he was not stupid enough to let his guard down.
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Post by ARCTURUS DIA on Aug 6, 2013 20:54:45 GMT -8
As they got in sight, she gestured with her free hand with enough enthusiasm to get their attention, gesturing a few rows of cars down “Go for the red Chevy truck.” she commanded firmly, keeping one eye behind them and the other on their goal. It took a couple minutes to get there, which she pointedly ignored the darkening skies and the rumbling it gave off, confident that while he did have control over where the lightning struck, it obviously wasn’t as easy as it look – or lightning, being lightning, was just unpredictable as fuck. It gave them some wiggle room. When she made it to the truck, she heaved the drivers side open, and started to throw herself inside.
Her first instinct was to drive away, but she paused as she stared at the steering wheel. One, it was her obligation to try and rid the area of any danger to civilians, and two...she as fairly sure if she came back with 'yeah I ran when I saw Chaos, didn't get any idea of what powers he has or how powerful he is, that's okay isn't it?' she'd be bitchslapped into a demotion. Which she did not want. Her features contorted, and she heaved herself far enough over the seat to grab her mobile phone, before pushing back out and slamming the door shut, pocketing the keys again. She moved swiftly to the back of the truck, unhooking one of the ties that held the canvas cover over the bed of it and spinning to the back to yank the tailgate down.
The reasoning for the covered truck bed was the small armory of various firearms, grenades, as well as medical supplies and protective gear just in case. Yeah – no need for the public to see that. Now, however, she unhooked the back end of the canvas fully, flipping it up so half the bed showed the mass amount of cases and carefully positioned gun racks. Then she asked a question she felt like she'd regret – mostly because she would disregard the answer - “Either of you two ever hold a gun before?” As she spoke there was a faint pop and she opened one of the cases she'd grabbed a moment ago, pulling out and loading one of the handguns in one swift movement, tossing it to one of the two men with her – civilian involvement wasn't the wisest of ideas, but they had been too close to the occurrence to be left alone – and there as no cover story that would sound believable to them. That meant she'd need their information, so she needed them close – she'd 'help' them escape, and glean what she could...well...
'If I live' she thought grimly, not unaware to the danger she just walked in to. She supposed it wouldn't hurt to leave a message with those two and tell them how to make contact with the society, just in case. She wasn't ready to jump on the gloom and doom aspect quite yet though. She heaved herself halfway into the truck bed, grabbing a significantly larger case that gleamed silver and engraved with a unique triangular symbol, dragging it to her, groping at the back for a moment until she came out triumphant with the key. She pressed it to the front, threw the case open, ignoring the hiss and icy fog that spewed from it as she did, carefully removing the two rows of insulated bullets – which looked normal, other than the fact it seemed like they were kept in a chilled case and there was a slight glowing ring near the tip of them. Smirking, she checked what type they were, and accordingly grabbed the case of one of her semi-automatic rifles.
“Here's the other.” she stated blandly, sliding the handgun she had originally used to shoot the manifestation towards the other two.
Notes: Jesus H Christ I am so sorry this took so long.
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 20, 2013 9:22:51 GMT -8
tagged: people. time: May 7th, approx. 6 p.m. speech: colin. notes: was told to skip sage, not sure if scott made it. The blonde scrambled into the truck, heart pounding against his chest, waiting for the other man to arrive before he closed the door. He had practically been harassed earlier, but he-- he didn't want to end up hurting someone if he had to. He would immediately slam the door in the wild dog's face if he attempted to give chase, or if the woman but for now... For now, he was going to leave the door open. He waited, one second, two. Did the other man make it? His gaze darted around the vehicle to find an answer. He wasn't sure as to whether the uneasy sensation that swept over him was fear or relief. Colin wasn't necessarily a nice person. He was harsh, he was vindictive, and the sense of loathing that washed over him earlier was enough that he would wish for the Scottish man to die in a fire for all he cared. But the only reason that he was doing this was because he didn't want to have someone else's blood on his hands. He couldn't see the dog from where he was, though that might have been his contacts getting blurry in the rain. It was safe, right? To pause for a moment and take a breather? He could feel his hands shaking, his heart pounding against his chest. Colin pulled out his phone, sending a single text message to the one person he cared for most: Don't worry bout me
Still at santa monica. Am safe He sent the message, biting down on the inside of his cheek. At least Julie wouldn't wonder where he'd gone. If something happened, if something went wrong, she'd learn later, but the last thing he wanted was for her to... He didn't even know. Knowing Julie, if she caught wind of the fact that he was being attacked, she'd somehow come and find a way to rescue him herself. Which was the last thing he wanted, considering his wish for her to be happy and safe. For her to be okay. “Either of you two ever hold a gun before?” Colin glanced up to see the woman tossing a large gun behind her, flinging it in his direction. "Shi-" he swore, grabbing hold of the weapon as it nearly hit him. A handgun. Brown eyes widened with shock. That... That had been dangerous as all hell. What if he accidentally pressed something, and he fired it and it hit her? Hadn't she taken that into account? Either way, the woman seemed oblivious to his panic, and slid the other gun behind as casually as could be-- they were just tools to her right now. And better to have mediocre tools than none at all. "W- what do you want me to do with this?" he said in practically a whisper. "Do you want me to try to shoot the dog? Or be a distraction?" His pulse was still racing, his thoughts a jumble. Which was why when he saw the dog through the truck, the blur of black against the rain and the storm, he knew that it was too late. He'd left it for long enough, but if he didn't do something he and the woman were both going to die. Whether the other man was in the truck or not, he would do the same thing-- scramble towards the back of the truck, and slam the door shut.
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Post by CHAOS on Aug 31, 2013 17:38:24 GMT -8
The water droplets that fell within range of Chaos' barrier showed the extent of the protective bubble. It surrounded his frame in a sphere shape, about an equal two feet from his flesh. Anything that pushed against the barrier was pushed away, rain, wind, and it was quite easy to see. The barrier was invisible in a sense, but the rain helped give it an outline, not that knowing that the canine had a magical barrier did much unless someone knew what to do about it. As he walked he crouched low, that women was up to something. She did not run, or scream, but instead looked as if she had a plan. This only worried Chaos slightly, but he became more intrigued by her movements. He wanted to know what she was up to, what kind of plan she thought that she had.
It humored him, did this woman think that she could stand against a powerful creature like himself? Unlikely, but he did respect her bravery. He watched as she took charge, his hearing was strong and he heard as they talked about guns and if any of the males knew how to use one. Chaos did not fear modern weapons, most he could not even feel his barrier was at least strong enough to hold up against some gun shots. Still he knew that by the women’s reaction that these guns might not be normal, though this was only a guess, but caution was a good game to play. If only he was at his full power, but that would take time. being sealed for so long really did do a number on his powers, some he couldn’t even remember how to use. Even now he wanted to call on a fire ball, set the humans on fire and be done with it, but he could not. Instead he would have to try something else.
His claws began to glow like burning embers, the heat he created was not a fire ball, but he would still be able to have some fun. He lept onto the top of Arc’s truck and dug his claws into the metal top. Just like cutting into butter with a hot knife, the car’s roof gave way to his attack. He growled, letting it out like a strange laugh, he was enjoying this wasn’t he?
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