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Post by ARCTURUS DIA on Sept 1, 2013 4:41:32 GMT -8
She yanked out her rifle and grabbed the specialized clip also designed to hold the bullets settled in next to them, finding a scribbled note that read Don't leave in more than 60 seconds or your gun will start to freeze wrapped around it. She absorbed the knowledge, but scoffed nonetheless, tossing the note aside and loading the bullets in the clip, but didn't attach it to her gun yet. This only took a few moments and she prepared her weapon, and when she was done she settled the butt of the rifle on her hip, moving around back to the side of her truck at the people still there. As the fairer haired one posed his question, she gave him a flat, highly unimpressed expression. 'You need better survival instincts you little shithead. I guess if it comes to fight or flight, yours is excessive flight at top speeds eh?' She decided not to voice it...she'd save it for when they weren't being attacked. “Shoot at the dog, yes captain obvious, I want him to have a harder time pinpointing my-”
She was cut off from the thought, however, as she was promptly interrupted by the thing deciding her truck roof was a proper place to perch. She went to level her rifle at it, unfazed by his sudden nearness, until she saw the roof of her truck give under his touch as if it weren't made of a very thick layer of steel. Her mouth dropped and she made a noise akin to an indignant teenager who'd just been told they were grounded, before promptly shocing the clip in her hand into the rifle and cocking it with a loud scrape. The indignation turned to irritation on her face, and she fired at the dog until she was forced to reload, a shot accenting every few words she spoke. “God-fuckin-dammit-” Bam “d'ya know how much-” Bam “it's goin' to cost me-” Bam “to repair that fuckin' roof!” Bam.
Each bullet fired seemed to be triggered as soon as they left the barrel, becoming encased in sharp, pointed ice and surrounded by a vibrant blue energy – they definitely looked lethal as hell, and while she knew they couldn't kill him, and it was all Arcturus could do to hope that these would still hold effect on him to at least drive him back...there was no way to tell what powers he had at the moment. There were a few more shots fired in hopes of driving him away a bit, but after a moment she was forced to stop and reload. She popped the clip with a slight hiss and residual wisps of steam and cold fog followed, grabbing another small handful of the bullets and shoving them in, pressing the clip back in place with another pop.
She reached up to her neck to pull her neutralizer off, wrapping the chains of the dog tags around her hand and pressing the actual tags into her palm. “Hey, chicken shit. Salvage me out a piece of paper from my truck would ya?” she called over, not even glancing at her companions. She was so absorbed in tracking the creature with dark eyes that she barely even seemed to recognize she still had her two deadweights – she was so used to having to protect witnesses, though, it wasn't like she had to really pay attention. Her rifle was leveled and she swiveled as she moved, stance wide to ensure she was steady, ignoring the slight pang in her arm after firing is such quick succession. She'd only gotten the stitches out yesterday. 'Someone’s gonna be bitchin' at me' she thought vaguely.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2013 16:40:57 GMT -8
Scott cried, sobbing into the wet asphalt. the storm was above him, oppressing him, tormenting him. He wanted to run home, and hide under his blankets and ride it out like he usually did. He carefully lifted his head and looked at the others. They had gone, and the dog was on a jeep. He was told something about a jeep. A crack of thunder sent his face back into the pavement. he wasn't going to move, not when the lightning was making the world darker. But that dog...
Summoning all the courage he had, Scott managed to get himself onto his feet, panting and ducking as a bolt of lightning took out the power to the area. "Ah chrest... feck meh... feck meh wit a cactees!" He screamed to himself as he made a mad dash towards the vehicle the dog was attacking and threw himself towards the other two. He breathed heavily gasping for air that never came. He looked up at the beast on the roof and swore under his breath. He was about to comment when he heard a loud BANG from beside his ear. "Chrest Las! Meh 'Earings already bad from the gons at home!" He said rubbing the side of his head. He looked around, trying to clear the ringing when he noticed the truck it was full of guns. Safe, calming, protecting guns. "...wow..." He said, unsure weather to take one of not.
Another gun shot rang out, and caught Scott off guard. He noticed a gflash of blue exit the gun, and fly towards the dog. Those weren't normal bullets... were they?
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Post by COLIN COX on Sept 5, 2013 19:02:10 GMT -8
tagged: sage, jess, dani. time: May 7th, approx. 6 p.m. speech: colin. notes: quote from a game of thrones. Colin gritted his teeth as the woman barked orders at him, hands shaking as he lifted the handgun. He had to fight the urge to snap back, to say something, anything-- to show that he didn't want to be pushed around like this, that he was no pushover. But his survival instinct held him back: she clearly knew what she was doing, and he knew that she was his best chance of survival. Still shaking, he put a finger on the trigger. Already he could tell that this dog was not normal, not with the way the rain seemed to fall around it in a protective barrier. It was being shielded by something, some sort of force of energy. The knot in his stomach twisted once again, insides tugging upon themselves so tautly that he felt like he was about to snap. And that was when the dog's claws started to glow.
"Fuck!" Colin exclaimed as the creature pounced upwards, red-hot talons practically melting through the roof of the car. Shit, he had to do something, didn't he? With that, Colin leaned out of the truck, making sure that he was leaning out the same side as Arc so that he wasn't accidentally hit by her crossfire. Trying to ignore the wind nipping against his face, Colin squeezed his left eye shut so he was aiming with his dominant right. Still trembling, he pressed the trigger, preparing himself for the inevitable recoil as he started to feel a resistance.
Bam.
The shot flew in the dog's direction, though he wasn't sure whether he'd managed to hit. He was a pretty good shot, but that was when playing video games, and while he was sure that would be of some help he wasn't sure whether that help would be substantial. Hopefully the woman would have some luck; speaking of which, what were those bullets? Nothing like he'd ever seen before in cop shows or movies, for one: they were blue, ice blue, like broken bits of icicle darting towards the dog. But he said nothing. There was no space for words, not when he could die at any moment. So Colin continued to fire away, each shot coming easier than the last. He was going to be all right. He was going to be okay.
Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'
'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.
The quote popped into his mind as the woman ducked, and he followed suit-- there was no point in his being a distraction if she wasn't there to do the actual work. It seemed that his help didn't mean much to the woman though: she was now yelling, barking at them both, calling him chicken shit, calling him a coward. Colin felt a red-hot sense of rage start to creep through his chest, starting from the top of his stomach and lashing through his insides. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself snapping back:
"Calling us names isn't going to do you any favours if we're supposed to be working together."
Nevertheless, Colin caught sight of a stack of papers by the right, and grabbed one of them, handing it over to the woman. The whole time, he did his best to ignore Scott's whining. For fuck's sake, he was this close to aiming his gun at him and firing. If he wasn't going to be useful, could he at least shut up? Now he kind of wished that the other man had been eaten by the dog, or something. At least his existence could serve some sort of purpose instead of being a waste of human space and resources.
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Post by CHAOS on Sept 15, 2013 11:58:20 GMT -8
The first shot smashed into his barrier and shattered before it could reach him. The second did the same and also caught his attention, and of course there were the shots coming from the young man, but those Chaos did not even feel. Chaos lifted his head and stood eye to eye with the women who was shooting at him. If a wolf could smile he surely was, as long fangs shimmered off of the closes light source. He dropped his shield and the third bullet made contact with his fur, splitting into small pieces as the ice inside tried to spread across the fur of his shoulder. The last missed as Chaos turned with accelerated speed and left the roof of the truck. He landed on the ground closest to the front of the truck. He shook his body, like a wet dog shaking off water, the ice fell in chunks. He was testing her, seeing what kind of punch she could pull. The ice bullets were quite interesting, even though the bullet itself could not pierce his skin (even from that short distance) the ice was annoying.
Why did the bullet not penetrate his skin? It would simple, there was a layer of shadows, darkness that could not be seen by human eyes that covered his whole body. It was basically his aura, and powerful enough to stop such a man made weapon. A few more shots were fired at him, his barrier shimmered in and out, catching a few of the shoots, while others smashed against his fur and forced ice to cling onto him. Her neutralizer, Chaos red eyes followed her hand and a few things started to click. He had wondered why his barrier was coming in and out, and why he could no longer go invisible, at first thinking that it was just because he was not used to using them. No, it was the neutralizer, although it was not powerful enough to halt all of his powers, it was messing with the two he had used first, meaning that it had gained a bit of a power over his barrier without Chaos noticing. No matter, this bullets were annoying, but would not be his downfall.
His tail moved side to side as he watched the humans, on crying like a child, the others working so hard even though their end would be their death. Chaos eyed Scott, his animalistic instincts kicking in as he decided who might be the weakest of the three. Another crack of lightning hit the ground, followed by an intimidating boom. Chaos moved away from the front of the car and circled around to lay his eyes on Scott, this man had become Chaos’ sole target.
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Post by ARCTURUS DIA on Sept 15, 2013 14:39:27 GMT -8
Arcturus had worked with far too many kids who thought their snarky attitude would save them from the dangers she tried to teach to protect against, and today was just not a day she felt like giving a proper lesson on how only dipshits talk back to an order. Yes, she knew not everyone had the military mindset she tended to live by, but if there was someone in the vicinity who obviously was your protection and knew far more than you did about what was going on, common sense would say listen to them, degrading nicknamed or not. So with a glare akin to the one an adult gave a 5 year old who just attempted to pretend they knew more than the adult did, she paused to look at the blonde boy after his comment about being nicer.
“I have an assault rifle and a piss poor temper and you're back-sassin' me? You're not very fuckin' smart, are ya? Listen here candy-ass, you can do as I say, and I'll defend ya, or I can use you as real bait to lure this thing away from the beach. Ya know, away from harming more people?” 'And quietly trying to see what all powers he has so we know what to expect but that's another matter.' She knew civilians didn't have the same thought process as she did, obviously, but wording it in such a way worked best for the 'isn't that shit obvious, obviously my way of thinking is the correct one' mindset. “Ya'll assholes were already a little too involved so I enlisted ya.” 'Also need your information dammit. Can't let witnesses go untracked just in case.'
She waited for him to comply, tracking the dog's movement with her rifle as it paced, firing a single shot at it attempting to keep it away. However, she didn't like the lack of a cover spot, and the best solution was to reposition for better leverage – she didn't like being exposed in the open. Her eyebrows pinched together and she eyed the opposite side of her truck, cringing at the idea of using it for cover as it was damaged enough, but at the same time she had to stay near it to stay near her ammo. “Around the truck morons!” she shouted as she came to her decision, passing the blonde as she moved and grabbing the requested supplies out of his hand in one swift movement, hurling herself around the back of the truck to the other side. She shouldered her rifle in an awkward position and pressed the pen and paper to the side of the vehicle as she came to a stop, writing as fast as she could.
Chaos is awake. Shadow is a given, also has air, minimal display fire abilities, unsure on any others he has obtained. Water held...minimal effect. He has to be sealed before he gains full immunity. She signed it A.D., folded it, and added the address of the PO boxes the society’s headquarters used on the front, grabbing the blonde kid as he came around near her and shoving the paper in his hands. “Now listen, if ya value how this world functions, if I say get outta here, run like hell and take this to the address on the front, ya hear me? And don't fuckin' open it.” she added, the last bit almost coming out as a growl.
As soon as she shoved it at him she heaved herself up onto the side of her truck, pulling herself into the bed and standing, bracing her knees against one of the heavier cases stashed there as she leaned forward, pressing her rifle up, finding the dog down her sight, and letting out a stream of about ten more bullets on him, hoping her brief pause in combat hadn't frozen her barrel up. It hadn't, amazingly, and just as before as the bullets left the chamber became encased in a glow and icy shards as she fired them at the dog, ignoring the jolt in her shoulder from the recoil.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 16:49:18 GMT -8
Scott was a complete wreck, even with the comfort of a gun in his hands. He was quick to flinch at the sound of each thunder strike, hiding lower and lower behind the car. This wasn't at all conductive to his line of sight on the dog, and his shivering finger wasn't able to pull back onto the trigger. "F....Fecking hell!" He cursed everythign that existed one more before closing his eyes, and pulling the trigger. From what he last saw, his shot was lined up perfectly , all he needed was for it to hit. Terrifying memories were flooding the man, many a time spent hiding from a storm. and this dog thing... it just added to the nightmare. "Wit teh feck is that theng lass!?" Scott yelled at the african american chick, hoping she could provide answers, or something. Scott's legs were shaking and his vision was blurring ever so slightly. all he wanted was to go home. OOC: I am using my lifeline card to protect Scott from death while I am away
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Post by COLIN COX on Sept 16, 2013 20:04:14 GMT -8
tagged: sage, jess, dani. time: May 7th, approx. 6 p.m. speech: colin. notes: sage is gone )8. Colin bit his lip, saying nothing in response to the woman. She was right-- she knew what she was doing, and he wasn't, so she was right. No matter how much he hated it, she was correct, and he was going to have to grit his teeth and shut up. He took a deep breath as she snatched the piece of paper from him, lips sealed as he resisted the urge to scream back at her. Fuck this woman, fuck this situation, fuck everything.
But that wasn't the point. That wasn't the reason they were all here. They had a monster to kill, apparently, so that they could find their way out of this mess. He had a gut feeling that he wasn't going to be able to run away from this situation, no matter what, so he was going to have to clench his fists and grin and bear it. Like it or not, she was his only way out, and he was going to have to bow his head down and keep quiet, do what he had done so many times in his childhood that the very thought of having to comply once again almost made him sick. She yelled at them to get around the truck, and Colin nodded to listen. "Wait, I need to grab some bullets-" he began, but Arc was out, out of the truck, saying no more in response. He blinked.
How-- how was he supposed to be of any use without any ammunition? What was he supposed to do? His eyes darted around for some hint, any hint, anything that could tell him what to do. Bullets, bullets, papers, a random sword, and then--
"Ah," he muttered underneath his breath. An entire box of grenades. Shit, could he throw it? He knew he wasn't that bad a shot, but was he going to be able to pull this off? Was this the right thing to do? He knew how grenades worked, any idiot did, but he had... Okay, he had no time to lose. Grabbing one of the grenades from the floor of the truck, he was about to follow the woman out before stopping in his tracks. Wait a minute. There were a bunch of other guns lying around, a couple of them of them like the one that he had. "Never mind," Colin muttered, grabbing hold of the weapon as well before bounding out after the woman. Darting behind the truck along with her, he handed the pen and paper over, waiting for her to finish writing and taking the piece of paper from her hands.
"Sure."
It was the most unenthusiastic, monotonous 'sure' in existence, but at least he'd agreed, right? He figured that there was probably something she needed said, and if she really died he wasn't going to deny her her final wish. Colin stuffed the note in his pocket, noting once again that these bullets were ice-blue and encased in something crystalline, that this definitely wasn't normal. He lifted the gun, ready to begin shooting, before realising that he had a grenade with him, which he couldn't exactly set on the floor--
A+ common sense 11/10.
"Shit," he muttered, aiming the gun with one hand anyway. It was still possible, difficult as it was going to be. "Should I-- should I just throw the grenade?" he asked, awaiting another tongue-lashing from her. To be fair, he had been a total idiot for bringing it. Anyone can use a grenade? How the fuck had he gotten that idea? With that, he began to fire in the dog's direction.
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Post by CHAOS on Sept 21, 2013 13:00:47 GMT -8
More enchanted bullets slammed against fur and his shield, this women was beginning to annoy him. He needed to do something about her, knock her out, eat her, something to stop her from being as annoying as she was. First he needed to make sure his future snack would not be going away where. With a deep breath he barked, a strong wave of air left from his body and slammed Scott into the nearest solid object. Some broken bones might have been a side effect but Chaos main goal of knocking the man out was done. The wave of air did one other thing as well, it came in contact with Arc’s truck and forced it to shake.
Bullets here and bullets there, Chaos would admit that they did not hurt but caused him to lose his footing when they hit or made him become distracted from whatever goal he had at the time. One down, two to go. He needed to come up with a plan, just running up there was no use as long as that blasted women had those bullets. He moved away to find a parked car to hide behind. He needed time to think, the ice that coated his fur was easy to shake off, but if he got hit with too many it slowed him down, something he did not like. What could he do, one was down, the other boy was no trouble, just that women. He needed to stop her from being able to use her gun. What could he do? Fire meant he would need to get close, wind, maybe he could split her weapon in half with his air blades? Yes that was it, slice and dice, cut everything up till there was nothing left.
Chaos peaked around from the rear of the car he was sheltered behind. He took little time in another bark. This time a force of three wind blades were shot at Arc. Chaos did feel that with his luck at least one would either slice the woman’s weapon or even herself.
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Post by ARCTURUS DIA on Sept 23, 2013 13:38:27 GMT -8
'Moron one down' she thought absently as the older male went flying. The attack didn't look deadly, but if he wasn't unconscious she would be very damn surprised. However she refused to let the dog get closer, firing at him with each step he attempting to take closer to them, hoping the warmth of one shot every few moments was enough to keep her rifle from freezing over. However, after a few moments, the creature ducked behind one of the cars, and she growled a bit. “Chicken shit.” she muttered, keeping her rifle leveled at the spot. However, she was distracted by the question of the still conscious witnessed, and she glanced at him briefly, surprised to find the kid was clever enough to grab one of her bigger arsenal supplies in the form of a grenade. Actually...that was a fair idea. They could flush him out that way.
“Yep, throw it. Aim for behind that car...I think I can slide one under.” she said, pointing at the car where Chaos was hid before bending to one knee in one swift move to grab one of the grenades herself. The fire wouldn't effect him, but the blast would knock anyone back, supernatural or not. As soon as her knee hit the rubber mat, however, her entire truck shuddered violently, and she had to grab onto one of the sides of the truck to steady herself, her eyes going wide as she swiveled her head, attempting to figure out what it was. She caught sight of the concentrated, long blades of wind just as they hit a lamppost ad completely obliterated it. She had a second to blink, and laugh softly to herself. 'Missed me' she thought, though well aware it was a stroke of dumb luck on her part. That was all it took sometimes, though – dumb luck.
She grabbed a grenade and kept herself low, moving on her knees to the edge of the truck bed, sneaking her head out to eye how much space was between her and where Chaos was hiding. Confident in where she needed to slide the grenade to, she popped the pin off with one hand, leaned back around so she was half hung out of the back of her truck, took aim, and threw the grenade under the nearest car in the fashion one would throw a shipping stone, satisfied as it bounced a few times and rolled under the vehicle where Chaos was hiding behind. 'Sorry guy' she thought distractedly (she was pretty sure that car insurance didn't cover 'blown up from beneath by a stray grenade') as she ducked back into the truck bed, curling herself up to ensure her whole body was tucked against the side to absorb the incoming blast.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Sept 23, 2013 17:43:35 GMT -8
If Colin honestly thought texting her was going to stop her from worrying, he had another thing coming. Then again, Colin was an idiot, so what else was new?
As soon as Julie got the text, she knew something had happened. First of all, Colin had texted her. Colin never texted her, and upon the rare occasion that he did, it was always with flawless grammar and spelling. That was the second thing that gave him away: his message. He spelled 'about' as 'bout' and didn't use full sentences. If he had really wanted to make sure she didn't worry, he would have been better off not texting her at all- she would have just assumed he had lost track of time, as he so often did when he got absorbed.
Now, Julie being Julie, was not about to sit around and wait to hear back from him. With every call that ended with his voice mail and the increasing number of sent messages that hadn't been read, a sense of unease grew larger and larger in the pit of her stomach. Something serious had to have happened, and that scared the crap out of her.
So she had called up a cab and had it drop her off a street away from the beach, just a block or so from the book stall Colin had dragged her to once. How could she forget where that place was- she had spent about 900 years staring around at their surroundings in boredom as Colin looked through everything on sale like it was made of gold. She got out of the car to pouring rain and cracks of lightning in the sky. That in itself was strange, given that the weather had been perfect decent just a moment ago, but she didn't think about it too much. Instead, she pulled her damp hair into a ponytail and set off for the beach, several people streaming past her as she walked briskly down the sidewalk. That wasn't strange either; it was raining, after all. Who wanted to stay on the beach in the pour down rain? Made sense.
What was strange was when a woman, eyes wide and her breasts precariously close to popping out of her bikini top, ran up to Julie and grabbed the blonde by the shoulders. "Don't go back there! Some crazy woman is shooting a dog!" She babbled, shouting to be heard over the rain and thunder, before running off again, leaving Julie very confused and with an ever growing sense of panic and alarm.
Colin, what the hell did you get yourself mixed into...?
She finally walked clear of the last building before reaching the beach, where she found 1.) a giant black dog hiding behind a car, 2.) a crazy woman shooting at it from behind a truck, and 3.) 2 figures, a brunet and a blond, hiding behind said truck with said crazy woman.
And a gut feeling told her that that blond figure was Colin.
Aaand it took all of her self control not to slowly drag her hands down her face. How... how did he manage to get himself into this mess, exactly? For fuck's sake, Colin...
Instead, almost absentmindedly, she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. From where she was standing, she could clearly see the dog hiding behind the car, and didn't even hesitate to snap a picture of it. What? She was adding it to her growing collection of 'animals attacking her and her boyfriend.' Apparently it was a thing now.
While Julie did have a soft spot for dogs, this one was pretty obviously causing Colin grief, which immediately put the thing on her shit list. Phone still in hand, Julie hesitated for a split second- should she call someone? 911, the cops, animal control, anybody? Whatever that woman was doing, it didn't really look like it was working, and how did a dog manage to cause so much damage, anyway-
All thought immediately evaporated when the dog shot blades of wind at the truck they were hiding behind. Up until that point, she had been taking the entire scene before her in stride, not particularly scared of what she was witnessing. But at that point, panic hit her like a ton of bricks, and without thinking she screamed, "COLIN!"
Thankfully a lamp post was hit instead, but still. Holy crap. She was going to fucking murder his ass if the dog didn't beat her to it.
((Using my event insertion from a thousand years ago; PLAYER 3 HAS JOINED THE GAME.))
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Post by COLIN COX on Sept 23, 2013 19:32:30 GMT -8
tagged: knight, jess, dani. time: May 7th, approx. 6 p.m. speech: colin. notes: DROWNING IN OTP FEELS. The dog let out yet another yowl. A burst of air erupted from the animal's maw, crashing into the other man with the force of a hurricane, sending him flying, hurtling into the distance. He heard a crash from behind him, and he winced-- that had to hurt. But no, he had to stay focused, stay alert. There was no time to waste, no space for argument. The dog had hidden behind the car now. Maybe it was space to escape, he thought as he turned to the other woman. Why were they trying so desperately to kill it, anyway? Perhaps if they ran, they could at least guarantee that they would go with their lives intact. Unless she was animal control, of course. That made sense for her to stay, in that case, but he didn't understand just why she would be equipped with so many weapons. This wasn't any old dog, this wasn't just any woman, and he had a feeling that he had stumbled onto something far more than he could ever hope to conceive as true.
"B- but what exactly-" What exactly he was supposed to do was Colin's initial question, but the woman never responded to the statement. No, there was no time to, not as yet another three blades of wind went speeding in her direction. "Look out!" he exclaimed. But there was no need for his panic. The wind missed narrowly, hitting a lamppost instead, breaking it into two, the top half slamming towards the ground. He felt his breath hitch in his throat, pulse racing as he watched the lady pull a pin in the grenade, before flinging it in the dog's direction. Was that-- was that all it took? It really did look that easy in books and movies, but was it really so simple? Colin gulped, racing in the woman's direction, pulling the pin as he paused behind her. The woman's grenade had been flung towards a nearby car, and he followed suit, flinging his projectile in the same direction. Granted, it hadn't landed with the same precision as hers had, probably to do with the fact that he was nowhere near as strong. But it was near enough that it would do some sort of damage, right...?
Still shaking, Colin did as the woman had, ducking behind the truck bed, eyes wide as he tried to catch his breath. Hopefully he hadn't killed anyone, hadn't hurt anyone, hadn't managed to fuck anything up. He squeezed his eyes shut, grip on his gun still tight as ever. Maybe they would be done soon. Maybe he could forget that any of this had ever happened, drive home, hop into the shower and forget that any of this evening had ever happened. But an all-too-familiar voice pierced through the air, interrupting his thoughts.
"Colin!"
His eyes snapped open. Browns darted towards the source of the voice, and he saw it. He saw her. Julie, standing in the distance, defenceless and gun-less. Panic took over him as he screeched an anguished, "No!" back in response, throat hurting from the sheer volume. "Get out of here!" he exclaimed, before turning to Arc, eyes wide with panic, heart thumping wildly as a white flash of fear took over. "I don't know-- I don't know what she's doing here! But that's my girlfriend," he gasped, "That's Julie, we have to get her somewhere safe!"
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Post by CHAOS on Sept 28, 2013 6:31:04 GMT -8
Being shot at like some wild animal that needed to be put down. This was the life that Fate had given him? This was what he was stuck with dealing with the the rest of his existence? There was a time and place for everything but even Chaos was having a hard time keeping his mind on the problem in front of him. He used this car as a way to protect himself as he thought about what to do, he could just leave, after all nothing was really keeping him here. Well there was that overwhelming hunger, but he could fix that later with the help of someone’s pet dog.
His wind attack had missed, all due to that blasted woman bending over at just the right time. If Chaos did not know better he would be convinced that Destiny was here laughing at him, but he did not feel its presence. Instead his attention turned to a voice, a young woman who was stupid enough to draw attention to herself. Maybe he should eat her as punishment for the poor situation she had dragged herself into. A deep growl and he was readying himself to use his wind to cut her into nice bite sized piece. Just then something rolled under the car and caused an explosion that both distracted him and took away his cover. The car not only exploded but was pushed away by the second explosion.
Chaos was also pushed by the force and even found himself exposed in the air, this was when he made a split second decision. He twisted, landed and used his insane speed to close the gap between himself and Juliette. He tackled her down and used his powerful paws to hold her down. If only he could speak, he would have told her to stay quiet and he wouldn’t eat her. Instead he glared at her with his red eyes, hoping to convey the point in that way. With this hostage he crouched over her and glared at Arc and her little friend. All she had to do was give in, drop the weapons and maybe he would be kind and leave without hurting anyone. He barked in Arc’s direction to get her attention, his claws ready to cause Juliette some burn damage.
note: Due to Chaos speed and physical power I judge that in the time of all the distractions and explosions there would be no way of Juliette dodging his advances. Don’t worry, he needs a hostage XD
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Post by ARCTURUS DIA on Sept 28, 2013 9:37:37 GMT -8
“Oh for fuck's sake.” was about her only reaction to the next problem, which was civilian number fucking three waltzing into the scene, yelling like a dipshit, and was informed moments later why. Ah yes, young love. It was a fucking problem. 'Well your girlfriend just drew a lot of attention to herself.' she thought, refraining from speaking it aloud. It didn't matter. She would just have to hunker down and set a little more focus into her shots, which she was already lining up to do, checking her rifle to ensure it hadn't frozen, before resting the barrel on the truck side, kneeling forward and tilting her head to line her vision up down the scope.
All done in time to see the blonde girl get bowled over, of course. Whatever other reaction there was to this from her other little blonde friend, she didn't hear it – instead, she simply called out loud enough “Stay back.” in her best 'do not fuck with me' voice, not needing the idiot to run into her shot and ruin it. Sadly, people tended to not think clearly in combat who weren't accustomed to it, and the fact the girl wasn't dead already told her she was a tool – that meant she had a window of time, and the chicken shit had best not ruin it.
“When all else fails...” she said to herself, tone exuding a sense of ego as she zeroed her focus in “...go for the eyes.” She breathed in and the world around her fell away for those few moments as she waited until the dog got in just the right position, and as soon as his head turned to look at her, obviously taunting her, a feral grin broke out across her face, and her answer came in the form of a squeezed trigger. 'Enjoy, asshole.' Another bullet flared and bloomed ice as it was fired, hurling straight at the dog's face, right for his left eye. The best part was that he seemed to want nothing more than to leave anymore, which was her goal – she wasn't a fool, she knew she couldn't kill Chaos...but she could piss him off.
The bullet hit, and the ice scattered across his face, but she could tell by the angle it hit that it hadn't hit directly where she wanted. 'Fucking hell sniping with an assault rifle sucks' she thought, but was glad that at the least, it seemed to cause him enough problems that the dog removed itself from the blonde girl, and immediately Arcturus lifted herself up and jumped out of the back of her truck, shouldering the rifle and firing the last few rounds she had at Chaos' feet as he backed off, slowly striding towards where he and the blonde girl were. 'You are lucky it's physically impossible for me to kill you.' she thought, placing a last shot at his feet as a sign to move them and don't come back here. Normally, she'd rally the society to deal with this problem, but they already had a large problem to deal with first...then they'd have to tackle Chaos. 'One immortal being at a time, please.'
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Sept 29, 2013 20:17:47 GMT -8
Oh, well, uh... woops?
(Woops was a bit of an understatement.)
The next series of events happened so quickly, it was like something out of an action movie, complete with explosions and violence. Except, y'know, for the crucial detail that this was very much real life.
Colin was shouting at her to get out of there, but really, shouldn't he have left a long time ago? This wasn't a problem for him to solve; why involve himself, at the risk of getting pretty seriously injured? That dog wasn't fucking around, and neither was that woman, and this was not the kind of thing you wanted to be in the middle of. Wait, no, don't give her that look- she was only getting involved because Colin was involved. If left up to her? She would have been long gone by now without a second thought.
Two explosions under the car the dog was hiding behind made her wince- except the dog was entirely unaffected. In fact, the dog looked perfectly healthy to her. She would know, since one minute it was across the street, the next it was tackling her to the ground. Ah yes, what a lovely animal. Truly, it's breath was like a field of flowers, and it's paws digging into her shoulders were like the softest of pillows. And those lovely eyes were a sight to behold. This was definitely a dog anyone would want to take home.
Doggy dearest didn't have to worry about Julie saying anything though; between the air getting knocked out of her lungs from the impact and the sharp burst of pain where her head had hit the pavement, she wasn't about to make a peep anytime soon. Her first thought was something along the lines of, I have made a terrible mistake. Her second thought was, And this is not a very cute dog at all. She met it's gaze fairly calmly, given the situation; her biggest concern at the moment was how heavy it was.
The dog looked away from her, and in the same instant ice exploded across it's eye, causing it to step off of her. Hurray, oxygen! Julie sucked in a breath of air and sat up, before quickly scooting away from the dog. As much as she enjoyed that little bonding experience, she'd like to put as much distance between them as she could, kthnx. More shots exploded at the dog's feet, and Julie took a moment to steal a glance at the woman shooting at the dog with a vengeance. Okay, she wasn't animal control, that much Julie was fairly sure of. Because last she checked animal control didn't have grenades and ice bullets.
Just saying.
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Post by COLIN COX on Sept 30, 2013 10:33:37 GMT -8
tagged: knight, jess, dani. time: May 7th, approx. 6 p.m. speech: colin. notes: Italics abuse in this post, I'm sorry. What happened next seemed to pass by in a flurry, a whirlwind, a complete blur. Hazels widened with panic as the black dog lunged in his girlfriend's direction, red eyes flashing with bloodlust as the animal pinned her onto the ground. It turned to the two of them as it crouched over them, snarling expression mocking them, challenging them, blackmailing them to stop. And it was just then when Colin let out a loud cry.
"Fuck!"
He couldn't help but freeze into place with shock. The woman was telling him to stand back, to drop behind, and while he heard her the words had barely registered. Julie was in danger, Julie was in trouble, he had to get her out, he had to save her, so why was he standing back? Why was he doing nothing? What was wrong with him? With that thought he grabbed his gun. He was going to run up, yes. To grab her, to tell her to leave, that this wasn't her fight. And truth be told, it wasn't his either, but he was in too deep, and besides, she had to get out.
"Hold on!"
But he wouldn't get the chance to be her hero. No, he wasn't fast enough for that. (Too weak, too slow, too fragile, too many of the awful things that he had been working for years to tell himself he wasn't.) He wasn't swift enough to take action before the woman pulled her trigger, and he let out another loud cry. "Careful!" he yelled, lunging forward, attempting to grab hold of the woman's shoulder after she'd fired the shot, though he missed completely. "What are you doing?" he asked, the panic apparent in his voice. But that was when he saw the ice scatter across the dog's face, and his eyes and mouth widened with realization.
"Oh."
A++ coherence, Colin. 11/10 good job. But the dog had gotten up from Julie, giving her a chance to escape. "Get out- get out from here," Colin managed to gasp, hoping that his girlfriend would take heed of what he was saying and run away. "I don't know what the hell is going on but just get out!" He couldn't lose her. He couldn't afford to, and if it meant that she would be safe while he got thrown into harm, he would do anything. Still shaking, he turned to Arc. "Can we-- can we make sure she's safe? Maybe let her wait in the truck?" Julie was fast, yes, but he wasn't sure if she could outrun a big black dog. Especially one with supernatural powers. To put it lightly, Colin had absolutely no idea what was going on.
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CHAOS
Admin NPC
Destiny's Pet
Posts: 21
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Unknown
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Death Hound
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Post by CHAOS on Oct 6, 2013 21:33:46 GMT -8
The women was insane, that was the only conclusion that Chaos could come to. Insane or stupid, how many people would risk shooting while a hostage was held? Humans, he had been under the knowledge that they cared about the life of others, but this woman, he wanted to know more about her. Maybe it was her confidence that caused her to shoot at him? Either way he was done playing this game and had other more important things to take care of. The ice had made a coating over his eye and jaw forcing it shut for a bit, not that it mattered, he was done and it was time to go.
Chaos jumped back and moved away from the girl he had taken hostage, she was no longer useful if that crazy women was still willing to attack. If a wolf could smirk Chaos would have, but the best he could do was lift his head and glared at Arc, his red eyes would be something to remember he would make sure of that. The storm was growing but now he would make stronger and aid his escape. The rain began to fall harder and Chaos decided to add hail with the rain and called in a sheet of fog to cover his tracks. He turned away and ran before Arc could get any more shots on him. He fled, not out of fear but out of caution. Chaos was new to this world and would not allow one mess up to end all, he had plans, goal and was not about to let this woman be the end to it all. They would meet again one day, and when they did he would make sure to destroy her.
END NOTES: This event is now closed, Rogue and Knight receive 2 Residue each, thanks for playing!
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