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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on May 30, 2013 9:38:57 GMT -8
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Alec was standing behind Lucas, hammer swinging madly and pouting about the cake. He had managed to wedge himself between Lucas and a wall so that he could see in two different directions where the bugs would be coming. Musclehead had taken care of the majority of them around him, but there were a few stragglers that Alec managed to step on and stab, feeling a brush of death quickly swipe past his leg. Thankfully nothing punctured the skin, but Alec was starting to feel fatigued - he couldn't go on for this very much longer. They would have a better chance with Kittim and his friend if they all worked together, but he wasn't sure how that was going to pan out. In any other situation, the usage of "her" would have made Alec laugh and punch Lucas. Kittim was definitely ANYTHING but a her. But before he could react, he was hoisted up in the man's bulky arms and carried to the other side of the room. To be honest, it felt wonderful - to be held, somewhat awkwardly, by the man that vowed to protect him.
Now wasn't the time to get sentimental. Lucas set Alec down on the table just beside Kittim where he stood in a chair. The insects had no qualms with crawling up the tables so it would only give them seconds. Within the past few weeks, though, Alec had learned how precious seconds could be. And in those precious seconds, a bug had managed to sneak up and stab Alec in the leg. In silent agony, he turned and drove his knife into the table, nearly splitting the creature in two. He was bleeding some where he had been stabbed, but it would heal eventually, despite not knowing how deep the wound was. Things weren't getting much better and they needed some sort of plan. Alec glanced over at Kittim, noticing his calm aura surrounding him. An idea struck him... "Kittim, I know now isn't the time to bring up stuff like this, but is there anything you can...well, do against the bugs? Lucas made a hammer. I don't exactly know how these things work, but can you do anything to help out? If not that's fine, but we're kind of running out of time. Besides," Alec pointed to the ginger, "I don't know how much longer he can keep swinging that giant hammer-saw-thing before he gives out. We've gotta think of something."
Alec didn't bother to acknowledge Kittim's friend. He had a gray aura around him, which meant he hadn't been touched by anything supernatural. Which is also why Alec tried to stay as quiet as possible about things. The stranger wouldn't have a clue what he was talking about, which was perfectly okay, but he still didn't want to get into any details. Alec himself had no sort of abilities to help out - other than spotting red eyes and seeing auras. Which were now starting to appear all over. He noticed the eyes and simply ignored them because now wasn't the time. He would deal with that later - now, he wanted to live.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Jun 2, 2013 14:21:47 GMT -8
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I'M YOUR LITTLE HARLOT, STARLET queen of coney island, raising hell all over town. sorry about it Kittim wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the pack but he was smart enough and his smart-mouth tried to compensate for what was lacking. Lucas, on the other hand, was making the blonde feel like a genius in comparison. Even though it wasn’t the time for insults, he felt one rising on his lips. Really, if he didn’t want people to think he wasn’t a Neanderthal, he shouldn’t be acting like a drunken one. He managed to bite back any snide remark he could have made.
He settled for a roll of his amber eyes before putting his attention back to the bugs the duo brought with them. Skirts hoisted from the ground, there was nothing to protect his thin legs from a sting of one of those disgusting little pests. The blonde kicked it away with a barely suppressed yelp of pain and moved to rub the red welt forming on his calf. Damn bug. His perfect leg would bare a red mark until it healed. Hopefully it wouldn’t scar or somehow leave some deformity on his leg.
At least two out of the three he had in his company were trying to use their brains. “I don’t know. I guess?” He replied to Alec as he struggled with his skirts. The dress he opted to wear was wearing on his nerves as much as the swarms of bugs were. Trying to dodge the little insects crawling up to attack him in it was becoming a challenge. “I really don’t know!” He noticed the knife the dark haired teen was using to stab bugs. “Ack! Alec. Cut this stupid dress.”
The blonde didn’t like this. Not one bit. He wasn’t made to fight—he was an aspiring model! The last he check, models posed for pictures in cute clothes and didn’t exterminate bugs. “Reid. You seem to have some leadership skills. What should they do?” As he spoke, he had moved closer to the redhead in question. He spotted one bug approaching from the corner and quickly snatched a fork to stab through it. “I think we should be moving away from the bugs, not trying to fight them anyways.”
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Post by NAOS DIA on Jun 3, 2013 7:01:15 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 806 tag(s): Stage 2 date: May 2nd There's a gap where we meet, where I end and you begin. And there they came in what Naos thought of as the most unsubtle way possible. Notes were being taken in the action. Lucas really could bend that metal to his will, and the sidekick was clearly of value. Even if they didn't seem to be the most… Well, outside of the abilities on display, this seemed like an average group. A ferocious one, but they weren't used to immediately coming up with efficient plans yet. They were doing as well as he could imagine and he was thankful when Kittim made the request to have the dress cut, but when it fell on him to think of something he let out a snort of amusement. The wording there was just too much. " This really isn't my sort of thing," he admitted freely with a shrug. He still didn't have a full grasp of everything the others were capable of, he was still technically in training for this sort of thing. It would've been a lie to say it was his forte. Though he could at least do his best to come up with the best plan of action? There was no way that the others were completely unfamiliar with what was happening. He knew for a fact that Kittim's two friends had already experienced some kind of trouble. Still, it was probably that he had the best understanding of the possibilities. " We hold no significant advantage, even with a skill like the tall one here. These bugs don't have any abilities that I'm aware of outside of what can be seen. They sting and they will dig into you, as seen from the dead bodies. I don't know how intelligent they are yet. Our disadvantage is mainly their number, but what will make a difference is knowing whether it is a fixed number, or something more continuous. That is to say if it is a fixed number we can divide our efforts accordingly. If more keep coming, we'll want to hold out for as long as possible. Conserve your energy until we're certain." The teenager was rambling on for quite a bit, though he was just voicing exactly what had already gone through his mind without really thinking about it. Nothing he mentioned wasn't something already obvious. As he talked, his eyes were trained on his surroundings, shifting his gaze more than an overly defensive driver. While he was trying to formulate the best plan of action, he also knew first and foremost that he had to keep himself safe. Lucas and Alec had unfortunately brought the attention of more bugs over with them. It was an eventual inevitability as more people fell, but Naos still sighed as he found himself swiftly tossing his own eating utensils at the bugs to the best of his ability. When a distance hit of a fork didn't seem to be enough to take one down, he cringed and just kicked it with his boot to prevent it from coming closer. Too close, too close. Naos kept his cool, but it bothered him. Real arrows or darts would have been nice. Without them, he had to keep standing close to the others. It was a bit weird to be in that realm of best informed, yet possibly the most useless member of the makeshift party. He could only feign his defense for as long as he still had forks and knives in his pockets. He just had to think, that's what he was actually good at. " We do have options, I think. We could get a rough headcount and divide it between us, build a trap somehow as I have a hunch we can lure them with desserts, or hmmm…" Naos looked to the door again and nodded to himself. " They can come at us from all angles where we are. We can't just keep moving away from them in this space, but we could lure most of them to the center of the room. Then if we position ourselves somewhere like a doorway, we limit their own attack pathways… Assuming that the entrances themselves aren't now demon portals where they can respawn. And assuming they aren't intelligent enough to see through our actions." That was a weird thought, but he couldn't rule out possibilities, could he? …Perhaps his father was right about watching too many films. After all he had thrown out there for the other three, the boy ended his spiel just had he had begun it. With a casual shrug and smile, then it was right back to covering himself from harm. " We can't be sure of anything yet," he reaffirmed. Naos wasn't even sure on what his companions themselves were capable of. " I'm not the sort of person to run on instinct, so if anyone has any of that, maybe we can find a compromise?" |
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Post by F A T E on Jun 5, 2013 21:02:28 GMT -8
Ow. That hurt. Their overlord did not like the cake, no, it hurt so much. It had displeased the master, few of them had been eaten. Their pain was felt, but deserved if it was not to Magnus' liking. Yes, that was their punishment. But they couldn't let such a stupid little punishment get in the way of their job - they had to finish it. More bugs rushing in onto the other humans. While the four men were getting onto higher ground, the bugs attacked the other humans.
The pain was subsiding. Their brethren had died, but for a noble cause. The master did not like the cake, it seemed, he was mad. So, more bloody bodies. With their numbers, they blocked off the exits, and the remaining humans that were alive were quickly... taken care of. There was the pain at their back of their heads, clawing at them as the group annihilated some of the bugs that dared go close, but the other humans were easy. Now all that was left was the group and the bugs. The ground was laid a mess with a bloody pulp.
It shouldn't be long before they closed in on sheer numbers and overtook them.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 6:06:57 GMT -8
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Lucas gripped the hammer tighter, the saw blades at his feet continued to whirl around, slicing through insects with wild abandon. He was really hoping he could just have a nice evening with Alec, and just before this they had had a moment. The tall man wanted to explore that a little deeper. He had no idea what it was he had felt, but it felt right.
His hammer came crashing down on a bug that had made it passed the blades, it's guts splattering everywhere. There were so many, and they just kept coming, like some horrible nightmare. Lucas wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep all this up. He wanted a solution, and fast. He really wanted to just go home.
He looked to the others, his eyes lingering on Alec for a moment longer then everyone else. The bugs were coming in massive swarms. They needed something to take out a lot of them all at once, which wasn't something Lucas could do. Fire would have been a good friend today, and Puff the Magic Dragon would have been great. ”Fire...” He said gruffly. ”if we could start a fire, it might save us.” He looked to the others for approval of there idea, then to the tables. There had to be something they could use, if they went with his idea.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Jun 10, 2013 19:26:43 GMT -8
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Upon Kittim's request, Alec immediately reached down and took his knife, tearing two slits in the dress on both sides that looked really awful before realizing that it wasn't going to work. He held onto the fabric and ripped the entire bottom length of it off, now leaving the rest a shredded, torn mess just above his knees. He looked up apologetically, hoping he wouldn't be too mad. "Sorry, couldn't get it right. We'll talk about it later!" He listened to Naos speak before realizing that the kid also had no idea what to do. Things weren't looking that good. One of the bugs got Alec and poked him, scraping its claws across his skin and causing it to bleed. He managed to kick it away before it could prod him, and he milked the wound to ensure any poison would be drained out as best as possible. They were running out of time!
And that's when Lucas suggested fire. "That's a great idea! But there's one problem - how the hell are we supposed to get fire right now? I can't just light up my fingers, you know." He honestly didn't mean to snap at Lucas, and he felt bad that he did, but he was under a lot of pain, stress, and overall anxiety about everything that he couldn't properly think. He would have to apologize to Lucas later, but right now there were other matters that needed tending to. He looked over at the other guy before speaking up again. "You, I don't know your name, but do you have anything that can start a fire? Maybe that will get their attention. What bug doesn't like bright lights or flames, right?" It was worth a shot; after all, it was only their lives.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Jun 13, 2013 13:34:02 GMT -8
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I'M YOUR LITTLE HARLOT, STARLET queen of coney island, raising hell all over town. sorry about it The gauzy fabric of the dress tore under the glinting blade, separating it into ragged pieces. It hung for a moment with two messy slits until Alec just ripped the bottom half off. “It’s fine Alec.” Although it pained Kittim to see a perfectly good dress ruined, he didn’t dwell on it. There were plenty of things more important than a dress—like his pretty face and his life! Besides, with the jagged edges that remained of the bottom half, it looked pretty interesting.
He had to resist swaying his hips to see the shimmer scraps move. The swarms of bugs moving in around them in increasing numbers were a bit more important than some childish urge. His fork pieced through a few more of the disgusting multi-legged pests moving in to try to sting him or burrow into his flesh. At some point he gave up the utensil in in exchange for a tossed plate or two towards the larger masses. Wait. What if the hulking redhead threw the tables at them?
Kittim’s mind was working in overtime ever since he asked for Reid’s input. No, the younger boy said to trap them. A trap sounded good but neither of the other two seemed to be listening. Kittim wasn’t the smartest, but he liked to think he knew a good idea when he heard one. “I am pretty sure no one here carries a flamethrower in their pocket and if they had a lighter, they probably would have used it already. Why don’t you think about an alternative?” The blonde huffed.
A bug had managed to get close enough to begin digging its claws into his leg, bringing a tiny yelp past his lips before he retaliated with a plate smashed down on it. He rubbed at the bleeding wound a bit. “I think we should lure them into a trap like Reid said. Unless one of you discovers they can make fire out of thin air. Don’t even look at me.” Kittim hardly even thought about the blue rune on his hip, but he was pretty sure, if the color meant anything, it didn’t mean fire.
Unusually red signified fire. Red! Sticky blood coated his fingers when he raised them from the fresh wound. That was when he got an idea. Hopping from one table to the nearest, he climbed off only to flip it into a cluster of bugs then he shot off to climb on the table behind where the trio were holding up. “We just have to trap them right? The take them all out at once? Why not use the tables? They like blood as much as they like sweets too, right? So, let’s try this trap thing.”
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Post by NAOS DIA on Jun 15, 2013 17:09:39 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 830 tag(s): Stage 2 date: May 2nd There's a gap where we meet, where I end and you begin. The red-haired teenager eagerly awaited some sort of response to his spiel, allowing the gears in his head to keep turning as they came to some sort of vague consensus. There were just too many bugs, but as he tossed more eating utensils sparingly as he started running low, he started trying to take a headcount. Even if it was a rough headcount he'd be able to know if this was at least all they were dealing with. What he was finally given after a moment of thought and defensive maneuvers wasn't quite what he had hoped to hear. Start a fire. That wasn't quite what he had in mind. Naos looked at Lucas blankly for a moment before giving his comrades a sympathetic-looking smile. Had they listened or was that just their instinct? That was the most simple and destructive thing they could do, and he was almost completely certain that none of the men were fire elementals. The younger boy was not an idiot, so he was far from unaware of the risks with just up and starting a fire indoors. They risked burning themselves alive along with any other survivors if they could not contain whatever fire they would start. There was also the unspoken skepticism that would have came out as an explanation of how nocturnal insects only get confused by lights because they use the moon's light to navigate and how scorpions were actually arachnids in the first place, but Naos managed to hold his tongue. If they lived, there was time to go on about that later. However, on the other hand, the Norwegian boy was young and feeling a bit more reckless than he should've been. If this group of strange people wanted a fire, it wasn't impossible. Plus, while he could keep considering better alternatives for the scenario, starting a fire was safely said a potentially effective way to deal with these creatures. If the four of them all died in the process it would have been such a waste, but he wasn't unprepared for the worst in the first place. There were possible lighters on smokers or attendants for candles or he could see if Lucas could do something about the electrical wiring… If only he had an idea of how near the kitchen was to the banquet hall, that would give them everything that they needed. His eyes glanced over to the buffet tables for ideas to take notice that the bugs had stopped bothering with much of the food there in favor of slaughtering the remaining individuals in the room. Then Kittim spoke up with something a bit more reasonable, putting the idea of fire on the back burner. (Ha ha, back burner.) It was still something he wasn't going to toss out completely despite the logistics, but the blonde's actions perked him back up. " I love you," he declared flippantly as his immediate response. " They do like blood, but my observation is that everyone else is dead and there is a lot of blood and meat everywhere. However, they're biting and running to the next moving thing. I have some idea about what they want to do with all of this, but that's not important yet. We're their primary target simply because we are still alive." Now wasn't the time to ramble on and on. It was difficult for the wordy Naos to stop himself from going on too much, but Naos was reminded of this when a bug hopped unto his arm. He nearly jumped when he felt a bite of pain, but he swiftly cut into the creature with the knife in his hand before he ripped it off and then stomped on another one. Explaining this mess to his proper superiors later wasn't going to be fun, but neither was explaining a borrowed bloodstained jacket to a possibly agitated cousin. " We will be followed, so I like what Kittim is doing. Wait as long as we can for many to gather and then we squish them with a table or something similar. Just don't die." Right, right. That would work well enough to an extent. What he was really worried about still was the fact that they were surrounded. The directions weren't just limited. And maybe… " If you'd like more reassuring bait then I recommend looking for a lighter on the bodies we're near. The attendants are the most likely to have one. If I remember correctly there was also a big fondu pot on the buffet table that likely ran on gas canisters or a lighter fluid. We can burn the bodies lying around." Well, that was a cold idea, but Naos wasn't really the person to talk to about sympathetic feelings for a corpse. He had already watched them die without even a shutter, and there wasn't much to be done for them now. People were flammable and the bugs could possibly be attracted by the smell of cooking meat, so why not? (ooc: tl;dr Naos thinks and talks too much sry. ;^ |
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Post by F A T E on Jun 22, 2013 20:44:14 GMT -8
More food... more food for it's master. That is what they needed. Aside from the four people in the room, all they could think of were the sweets. But the sweets would still be there, would it not? After they attacked the remaining left alive, they would be able to have all the sweets. Only, it was proving harder than they thought. The best way of action was to gather them, gather them and corner them. Until they were vulnerable and no longer an obstacle. So they shaped into a circle around the group, closing them off.
They could not run now. The bugs had them now - their master would be pleased with the amount of food that they would bring him. No long would they folly - their master did not like the sweets, so they would celebrate with them. And after such, they would bring the bodies, one by one, to their master.
And if those bodies were not sufficient enough, they would kill. Kill more people in more places, take the flesh and blood and serve their master until their death,
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 17:24:48 GMT -8
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The bugs were closing in around them, and Lucas was getting quite nervous. There were options, and he gritted his teeth, his saw blades circling around the table now. He truly wanted to get alec out of here, get him safe, and fulfil the promise he made.
Lucas looked to the others, his face set and locked. He nodded slowly, his fire idea becoming option two. It wasn't hard to accomplish, though yes they needed fuel. He could easily provide the spark. [b/]“I can crush them, no problem. I'll reshape the blades when we need to.”
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Jun 26, 2013 19:31:15 GMT -8
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All sense of reailty was lost as everything began to crash down. First it was the incident at the convention center. He hadn't thought too much about it, trying to shove it back into his past. Then there was his meeting at Planet Fitness with Lucas and the dark skinned woman. Not long after he was stuck inside of a museum. The dreams, red eyes, and the aura - it all came after he found the scroll. There was a piece of an ancient tablet that nearly killed him when he touched it. And now, swarming around the four young people were scorpion-like bugs that burrowed into flesh and ate people. Lucas, the one person in the world that Alec sought out the most, was leaving him. To protect him.
Alec let go of it all and let his instincts take over.
With the knife in his hand, he took flight on the opposite side of Lucas, running through and swinging his knife wildly. Instead of aiming, he let his body act on its own, move in its own way. He could feel himself slicing through the bugs in his blind fury, his bloodlust reaching heights never before seen. One bug had managed to pierce his leg, but its limb was quickly severed by the serrated blade. If Lucas was going to put himself on the lines to save this group, so was Alec. If this man, not much older than himself, was willing to put down everything he had to help save those around him, than this young teenager was ready to do the same. It was then, in that moment of bug slaying, that he realized something. He was here for a reason, for a purpose - something unknown, granted, but this definitely wasn't a coincidence. He could very well die on the spot, killing bugs, but he would have done everything in his power to keep those safe. It was a weird sensation, but it was something he could get used to.
In the heat of the moment, he was stung by three different bugs at once, causing him to nearly go down on his knees, but he managed to slice them all in half so their lifeless bodies would fall. He managed to make it back to the table where Lucas was now standing, blood oozing from his open wounds. He started to feel weak, fatigued. It was all too much - his adrenaline rush was leaving him, and everything around him appeared to slow down. He looked up at the other three people and smiled weakly. "Well at least I took a few out, right?"
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Jun 28, 2013 21:41:48 GMT -8
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I'M YOUR LITTLE HARLOT, STARLET queen of coney island, raising hell all over town. sorry about it Save for the redhead with the working brain, Kittim had begun to wonder whether or not the other two would be of any help. The mass of muscles hadn’t been able to get his mind off fire and Alec seemed to barely hold his jittery self together. So, when they both leapt into actions, the blonde cross dresser was quite surprised. He stared dumbfounded as the larger man plowed through a portion of the swarm followed by Alec erratically swinging a knife. That was definitely not how a trap was made.
Well, at least they were doing SOMETHING. Kittim couldn’t really complain—actually he could. Clearly listening was not their strong point. It wasn’t his either. Surviving and not being riddled with bloody holes was the more preferable option though. “There goes planning a trap.” He sighed, rubbing his palm down his face. If the hulking idiot or his tiny crazed companion died then their odds of survival would probably drop. Did either of them honest think they were being noble or something?
There was hardly any point in trying to devise a plan when those two idiots wouldn’t take a second to open their ears a listen. Turning his focus back to the bugs which had recovered quickly from the shock of the over turned table, the blonde narrowly avoided another sting from the bugs. He flipped another plate down on it, crushing it beneath its solid ceramic form. A few more followed their brethren to the table and their death. Being surrounded took out the option of flipping more tables.
If only he could do more than just sigh and avoid being burrowed into. There had to be something. That weird blue marking and the strange “side effect” it came with had to allude to something else. His eyes dropped to the rune peeking out from the strips of ropey fabric, thinking back to how it glowed after the strange encounter with the angel. Kittim thoughtlessly placed his hand on it, watching it again light up as it had before. Thin vapors wisped out of its glowing surface, following the progression of his withdrawing hand.
He could make mist? Great. That was so useful. Then an idea struck him like a ton of bricks. Wait, mist was made of water. From the tidbit of information he recalled from biology class, water was in blood. The bugs liked blood. Would they perhaps attack each other if they were bathed in blood? Well, there was one way to find out. Kittim, relaying on some strange instinct that had always been buzzing at the back of his mind, drew bloody water from the wound on his leg.
Kittim worked the reddened mist with his hands, guiding it towards a cluster of bugs gathering beneath the table he was on. If this didn’t work then he didn’t know what else to do. Those two should have stuck to the planned trap. No time for should haves. One bug was easy enough to take out, but Kittim knew he was no match for more than that. All this mist business was occupying his hands and meant he was wide open. He hoped someone would notice his attempt to help and cover him.
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Post by NAOS DIA on Jun 29, 2013 5:32:19 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 609 tag(s): Stage 2 date: May 2nd There's a gap where we meet, where I end and you begin. Naos just stared. What. What were they… Naos wasn't really the sort of person who let things get to him. Also, he felt it was fairly safe to say he was one of the smartest people he knew despite his age. It wasn't every day that he was genuinely baffled by something. If there was something he didn't understand, he could pick it apart bit by bit until everything became clear. However, his socialization that began a few months ago came with the understanding that people weren't always so easy to deal with. Especially ones that appeared to be… less than smart. Some of them needed more time to really grasp. This was fine usually. Like anything else, they could be analyzed, they just needed more time. Unfortunately, time was exactly what Naos didn't have in this situation. Not being able to predict the actions of Lucas and Alec was something that made him uneasy. Were they trying to get themselves killed? Okay, he just needed to add them in as an indeterminate value. The only thing predictable from them is that they were going to do whatever with little thought toward a collective plan. However, this was still a value. After all, they were doing something. Having them running around like crazy people did break up the numbers of bugs and divided their necessary counters. They were running a gamble that would hopefully pay off, but Naos didn't take time to worry about the probabilities of this matter. It became very clear that his concern needed to remain on the only other that seemed to be actually thinking. What made this clear? Well, one, it was nice to know someone else had a brain. Two, there was the mist that sent off a lot of red flags. And not just because it was red. It was definitely confirmed then that this boy was also an elemental and his glasses weren't just playing tricks on him. He already knew he'd have to check in with his higher ups about this, but that meant even more that he wouldn't be able to delay doing so. First things first, though, Kittim was clearly doing something. There must have been some sort of plan here and while Naos wasn't entirely certain of where it was going, he was willing to give Kittim the cover he needed. Or at least try. In the brief pause where he was reacting to the dismissal of a plan, he had just been fighting off the bugs one by one. He had been recollecting silverware as he could, but he was down to three forks and a knife. He had to use them wisely. He resorted to shaking them off and stomping on them as much as he could, but he didn't like them getting that close. He was getting stung and he didn't like it. Now that he had a direction, it was time to act fast. He unbuttoned his cape as he made a break for the table that Kittim was standing on. He jumped up on it as well, relieved that rich people at least had very sturdy tables. Then, with a desperate motion, he tried to smack bugs away with his cape. Those that came on the other side met the sparing attack of his remaining utensils. He was doing the best he was able to give Kittim some cover, and oh how he hoped that putting himself in danger was worth it. " This is not my division," he sulked to himself in Norwegian. Then, he peered over his shoulder at the blond. " I have your back, just don't take a long time!" |
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Post by F A T E on Jul 1, 2013 23:15:49 GMT -8
They were hurting - they felt it, but they did their best to ignore it. After all, for the sake of their master, they needed to gather all of the food. And all of the food they shall gather, despite pain and suffering. The four of them were surprisingly evasive. Despite their stings, they were fighting against them. They were being slaughtered, but evidently it wasn't much to their numbers. They kept piling on and on.
But still, they were difficult, more difficult than the other humans. More bugs got smashed, more bugs felt pain, more bugs tried to get them to just die already. It was difficult, to say the least. Perhaps the bugs had overestimated their will to live. No, not possible, their will to serve their master and bring him food could not possibly be stronger than the stupid humans' will to live.
So the bugs simply watched the onslaught as two of the four basically went to their deaths in an near impossible suicide mission. Well, the other two of the four were at least smart. Although the blood shifted the bugs attention just a little bit, the other two were more interesting. Because the living, breathing humans who had just sacrificed themselves for the good of the master would soon be dead, delicious meat.
A great deal of bugs did go out of their way towards the blood. It attracted them, but there was something near that table. Sweets. While their original target were the two other were, controlling mist and flapping away at a cape, there was frosting on the floor, and oh boy did they roll in that. More like, licked off the floor because deliciousness.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2013 21:29:01 GMT -8
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Lucas was really starting to feel the strain of his actions, the fight was wearing on, and there was simply no end in sight. No matter how many he killed, their was twice as many ready to replace them. It was like working out on an empty stomach, all you did was weaken yourself. He slammed the metal sheet into a wall once more, one of his saw blades falling to the ground, returning to a hunk of shapeless metal. “Come on.... dammit I can make it! Got to... for him.” He looked back at the table, his heart stopping when he noticed that Alec had vanished from the other two.
Alec! Lucas bellowed looking around quickly. It didn't take him long to find the kid, his cry of frustration and anger was enough to pinpoint him. ”God dammit. Why couldn't you have stayed there.” Lucas smiled softly, pulling Alec close to him as they stood on the table. ”I don't know how much more I can take.” He chuckled and looked towards the swarm. Harming them never seemed to work, and then distracting only lasted a few minutes. Maybe that was all they truly needed.
Lucas, with what seemed to be the last of his strength pulled that wall of metal slamming it, this time not into bugs, but into the desert table. The watched as the leg gave out, sending cakes, sweets and pastries towards the floor, a sticky mess of sugar, honey glaze and carbohydrates. ”That might distract them! Let them just fucking eat and run for it! We'll never kill them all! He shouted at the other two, picking Alec up and waiting for his chance. The door was his way out, but the windows were just as viable. All he needed was an opening.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Jul 5, 2013 20:04:21 GMT -8
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But the bugs didn't overwhelm him. They turned. They moved into the direction of something on the floor. Alec hadn't really been paying much attention to the floor considering that he had been swatting random insects for what seemed like days. He just knew that somehow he was saved. But it wasn't over yet. Lucas swooped in beside him (overdramatically, of course - did the man know anything about subtlety?) and made a table crash down, sending the entire table of desert cascasing to the floor. It took all he could do to balance himself, feeling his face go pale as he continued to bleed. He was now in danger of passing out soon if he couldn't rest or build himself back up. Looking down he noticed that the majority of his tattered pants were now covered in blood, but his open wounds had finally stopped oozing away his precious crimson life-source.
In a swoop of sheer manliness, or at least what Lucas probably thought was, Alec was abruptly swept off his feet. He didn't recognize the source and swung an arm wildly, suddenly realizing that it was Lucas and not some giant insect. But at that time he simply could not hold his own for much longer. Alec crashed. He was still conscious, for the time being, but he folded over in the ginger's arms like a worn out rag doll. His head leaned against the man's chest, feeling his heightened heartbeat and his muscles tensing as he moved around. Sounds. There were so many sounds going on that he couldn't make them all out. He could hear some talking but couldn't make out the words. It took too much energy to do that. But he kept his eyes open and watched as everything seemed to play out in slow motion.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Jul 7, 2013 15:41:06 GMT -8
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I'M YOUR LITTLE HARLOT, STARLET queen of coney island, raising hell all over town. sorry about it Kittim, who had begun to wonder if this would be his last day on earth, found comfort in the minor distraction he was able to make with the bloodied mist. He had hoped they’d attack each other, but he’d take what he could get as long as he survived. The reddened vapors drew them at least, though their attention seemed elsewhere. There was something they wanted more—the contents of the desert table, of course. Early it had earned their attention.
He had dismissed it earlier the deadly insects returned and ignored the sweets on the table top. They set their sights on the humans again with renewed determination. Now he realized they still wanted the sweets. He had Lucas to thank. For once the ginger actually did something useful in flipping the table holding the array of desserts. With all the sugary morsels scattered across the floor, it seemed the chance had come to end that nightmare. It couldn’t have come sooner.
The golden haired boy could feel the adrenaline that had been blocking out his pain beginning to drain from him, reminding him of his injuries. He wasn’t in bad shape but he was still bleeding and injured. “Thanks for covering me,” said the blonde, sparing the moment for thanks. “I think we have our trap.” Kittim ceased manipulating the vapors, choosing instead to jump to the next table over to lower himself and turn the table over onto the bugs he had attracted.
Without any shoes on or any clothing to cover his bare legs, Kittim did his best to avoid any lingering insects in his dash for the tables near the mess of desserts on the floor. He knew he couldn’t count on Lucas or Alec to help him exterminate the insects. It would be just him and Reid playing hero, an option he didn’t particularly like. The cross dresser preferred the role of damsel in distress with someone protecting his pretty self from harm. Obviously, that wasn’t happening.
Upon reaching one of the tables, he climbed on and squashed any who cared to come after him with the dinnerware. It didn’t help him restore strength to his exhausted limbs but it was all he had. Kittim wasn’t going to die. He refused. There was no way he was going to let himself be maimed either. He had just gotten back his looks. Drawing on his determination, Kittim waited until the insects gathered before enacting his plan to squash the bugs with the surrounding tables.
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Post by NAOS DIA on Jul 8, 2013 9:28:26 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 639 tag(s): Stage 2 date: May 2nd There's a gap where we meet, where I end and you begin. Okay, well, he hadn't been the best Lone Ranger so far. He wasn't that strong and their options were dwindling. Until something else became relevant, the flailing of his cape was all he could manage and it wasn't exactly keeping him entirely safe. He winced in pain at the occasional attack from a bug. Had he been more prepared for the situation, he liked to think that he could've done better. But, after his schemes were set aside, what it came down to was he was a sixteen-year-old researcher up against a swarm with not the most reliable help. In the persistently turning gears of his mind he could only keep imaging how the situation would have played out differently had he been able to foresee it… and invent a mind-control serum. However, this thought was swatted away just like the bugs off of their table when he remembered he was a bit too young to be dipping into genuinely mad science. Maybe in a few years? Also, maybe it was all getting to him more than he thought it was. The continued bizarre actions of Lucas further away from them remained unsettling. This was where Naos's costume for the night still felt fitting and this was why he hadn't dropped character just yet. He knew that Naos Dia wouldn't die where they were. John Reid, however, was feeling a bit more nervous about the prospects. The idea of death over this was just too anticlimactic. It was in that moment that he finally reconsidered what the proper flight or fight response should be. Making a run for the door seemed too simple at this point, but that could've just been a learned paranoia from too many stories. Perhaps Lucas could have been on to something in his ridiculous brain of little consideration? It didn't take him long to decide no. No, definitely not. Never trust an idiot. The boy wasn't ready to throw in his cape just yet. The sight of some bugs being attracted by the red mist was enough to keep him hopeful. Naos didn't take time to acknowledge Kittim's thanks outside of a grin and a nod, but he didn't need to be told anything more than once. Nor did he need an elaboration on the words that followed. The blond's actions were his cue to move as well, as he had began looking for that opening for their trap just as it was mentioned. He had nothing more to contribute that he hadn't already gone on and on about verbally, so it was time to trust the only elemental who was still thinking. He wouldn't be disappointed. It quickly became clear that the plan was still in motion by making use of the desserts that had been knocked over by the nearly useless tank. Assuming that their living presence wouldn't create a diversion from the bug's current diversion, this was a perfect opportunity. Naos followed after Kittim, doing this best not to get bitten and stepping on the bugs when he could. Now came the decision of whether to continue backing up the other with one table flip or to position himself by another table. In the end, the most logical thing to do was to find another table close by for flipping when the moment seemed right. This was a chance they couldn't lose and they had to take out as many as they could at once. It was getting a bit much for Naos, but his heart was still beating a mile a minute. Now more than ever it was important for him to pay attention and act quickly if necessary. He was ready to flip his table at any moment, but he was also ready to run to the other table. It was just a matter of what would happen first. |
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Post by F A T E on Jul 9, 2013 17:42:06 GMT -8
The bugs knew that their initiative was to clear all of the people in this banquet hall and turn them into food for their master, but they were temporarily distracted. The bugs flocked over to the sweet desserts that the party had so kindly provided, and assumed that, for the moment, they were in heaven and the food gathering could wait a bit. There was plenty of meat, anyways, enough to satisfy their master for the time being. If there was a shortage, no problem, they'll handle it when they handled it. They just planned to finish up eating the last of this frosting...
Then that muscled brute that just wouldn't die knocked over more sweets, and more bugs flocked over there. Okay, once they were done eating these sweets, they'd resume attacking. But unfortunately for them, the clocked ticked ever the more, and they ignored the remaining four humans in turn for deliciously sweet food. Halfway through their eating, they suddenly stopped. Their master was calling for them. They needed to deliver the food to him. So they started carrying bodies to their master, leaving the group still alive to be. Whatever. They can leave. It wasn't as though they would have added towards the huge pile of human bodies that would serve to be food.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 17:27:34 GMT -8
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Lucas held Alec as close to his chest as he continued his mad dash to freedom, his heavy footsteps falling to the floor with a thud. He paused for a moment to catch a laboured breath, looking around to find his exit. The bugs were swarming, but oddly, they were swarming away. He was shocked at this revelation, but the reprieve was welcome. He looked back to the other two, nodding slowly. ”Come along Alec... I'll take you home.” He held Alec closer, turning away from Kittim and the other red head.
He hummed gently as he made his way out of the ball room, his boyfriend in his arms. He could barely remember the way out, but it didn't matter. Things were starting to look up. The insects were focused on the sweets, or leaving. Alec was unconscious, but it may have been for the better. The poor guy must have been wiped from the battle.
Lucas opened the door to the outside world and nodded slowly, carrying Alec to his apartment one step at a time.
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