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  1. -----Ryuk----- “Logan, how long are we going to keep this up?” Ryuk’s body was completely covered in black, shimmering and slick with blood from the soldiers he’d been cutting down. His right arm was in the shape of a long blade. The metal wasn’t smooth as it originally had been, now it was cracked and falling off in small chips; he was breathing heavily and clearly exhausted. “We’ve been running for miles now.” Logan looked no better. He was without the luxury of any type of armor and his body was peppered with cuts, holes, and gashes. “They must have sealed off the exits, I can’t smell anything.” Just as he was saying that he caught a whiff of something familiar, “You’ve gotta be shitten’ me,” He laughed, “Ryuk, this way!” Logan took off with a new found rejuvanence. “For fuck’s sake, man.” Ryuk said and trailed behind. -----Ezralda----- In the current state she was in, she doubted that much could stop her--maybe a Master Vampire, Fairy Queen, or other malevolent-god-like creature--certainly nothing manmade. As she approached the walls of whatever floor she was on, a circle of blue fire would lash out from around her body--freezing the walls until they were brittle and broke with the slightest push of her hand. She was about to be outside when she took a blow the stomach. She was launched several feet back before she righted herself, her crystal blue skin glistening and her six separate wings extended outwards six feet. The wings caught her in the air, leaving her hovering a few few above the ground. Erevis was standing in front of her about twenty feet away. He as wearing a charcoal gray suit, the hand that he used to punch her was frostbitten and bloody--within a few seconds though it healed itself completely. Erevis said, “Please, Ezralda, be a dear and go back inside. Your mother has tasked me with making sure you don’t leave the building. That being said--” Ezralda cut off Erevis with a powerful blow to his face, she shedded her true form now, and have reverted back to her more humanoid one in and instant. Her right fist, the one that made contact with Erevis’ jaw and sent him stumbling, was a frozen chunk of ice. She was breathing heavy, the weather around her swirling into an arctic storm. “Thanks for that, Erevis,” said, sarcasm dripping from her voice, “You brought me back to reality for a moment.” Her hand reverted back to its normal tone. Erevis was quick to strike back. He dashed forward with impressive speed and delivered a series of kicks and punches that would leave nearly any other foe crippled and near death. Ezralda, however, was not his average enemy. She bobbed and weaved faster than Erevis, or the Winter Queen herself, had ever accounted for. Since her training with the Winter Dragon, she hadn’t had the chance to cut loose against a real enemy. And she wouldn’t get to this time, either. With a small effort of will, her right hand turned into ice again, and her blow came shockingly fast. Erevis was ready this time and jumped back, however, he wasn’t ready for when she opened her palm and sent a shower of ice shards at him. He was peppered with a shotgun blast of tiny icicle; lancing through his body and leaving a bloody mess in their wake. Ezralda skated forward and wrestled around behind Erevis, placing his heady into a choke hold and squeezing tight. Just as she was about to decapitate Erevis, her mother literally froze time in and of itself. The power of the Winter Queen are substantial, and while she didn’t literally freeze time, she might as well have because Ezralda was left stunned just by the release of her energy. Her mother’s very presence was like a one-ton weight sitting on her chest, making it difficult to breath. She started to shiver as her mother placed a hand on Ezralda’s shoulder. “Hush, child,” Her mother said, the absolute authority of it dominating over Ezralda. The very magic that Ezralda was made of forcing her to obey. Had this been any other time, Ezralda could have maybe mentally prepared herself to at least resist in a tiny bit; but considering that Ezralda was in the height of battle and completely engrossed in fighting Erevis, she was left off guard for the enchantment. Enchantment was too the Winter Queen and fighting was to Ezralda. And Ezralda was caught completely off guard by it--trapped in the throngs of her mother’s prowess, again.
  2. The damp room smelt like blood; an iron metallic stench. There was a constant thumping, too, it was caused by some type of medical machine that swirled a blue liquid. The liquid was fluorescent. Ryuk was strapped down to a metal table, his body was secured uncomfortably in a straight line, right arm to his side and legs together. His left arm was splayed out to his side, hidden from his view by a white curtain. Funny, last I remember I lost this arm… As he regained consciousness and began to piece things together, the lights flicked on and a man walked through. He was old and liver spotted, his white lab coat was stained red with blood. He put on blue surgical gloves while he walked towards Ryuk. “Excellent! You're awake.” Ryuk tried to speak but found himself unable too. For whatever reason his brain just wasn't functioning properly. “Yes, yes, I suppose that does make sense.” The man said, “We’ve done a lot of probing around up there, in your brain and stuff.” Ryuk didn't really make sense of what the man said, but now that he mentioned it Ryuk did have a splitting headache. “Don't worry, though, it was mostly just a needle through your temple. And some radiation. Also we removed a chunk off the back of your skull--”he waved his arms frantically around”--but don't worry we put it back! It was just to see if we could get some synapses going to that new arm of yours. We couldn't, if you were wondering.” Ryuk mumbled something, and words finally began to come out. “What. Arm.” “Oh, yes, yes.” The old man walked over and ripped the curtain down. “We don't really know what it is, probably a supernatural parasite of some kind, it devours its host slowly over time. Where his left arm used to be was now just a shapeless ameba of black goop. It nearly spilled off the edge of the table. As Ryuk looked at it, it began to tremble and move slightly. “When I placed it on your body, to err, umm, this is awkward, but to, ya know, devour you, it just sort of went over to where your arm used to be. It's really quite exciting. Never have we gotten that response before. My tests are indicating that you are somehow communicating with it. So we’ll be studying you for some time.” The man stepped forward with a scalpel and without warning cut into Ryuk’s Bicep. “Please, try not to tense up, I want to see how this stuff has stitched itself into your tendons, muscle sinew, and bone.” Ryuk didn't know exactly how much time had passed. He stopped keeping track after a week and if he had to take a wild guess he would say about a month. He didn't know what happened to Ryuzaki, to Logan, to Ezralda, or to any of the others he came here with. The strange metallic substance on his arm ached. The substance itself had no feeling, however the part of his forearm where it connected had experienced every sensation from freezing to burning. As much as it hurt, Ryuzaki also realized what a unique opportunity it afforded him--the opportunity to escape, to survive. The connection he had with it was almost instantaneous, after the first day or so, he was able to freely control the substance, to shape or how he wanted, to control its form, size, and even viscosity. He couldn't let his captors know that, though. He kept playing dumb, making it look as if the substance is just slowly working its way up his arm to eventually encapsulate his whole body. Ryuk wasn't much of an actor, but he assumed his performance was somewhat convincing; now they were moving him to somewhere else. The man who he came to know as Doc' Weaver, proclaimed that Ryuk was over the observation and testing phase and would now be moved to a more comfortable cell. Ryuk was essentially dragged, half conscious, dehydrated, exhausted, starving, and thrown into a small and dark room. He couldn't see anything, it was dark and his eyes hadn't adjusted. The room wreaked of body odor and feces. He stumbled for a minute before tripping over a semi conscious lump. He fell down next to it and, as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he realized that the was in the same cell as Logan. Logan had definitely seen better days, the majority of his face was cut and swollen, his arm was bent at an odd angle and his stomach--Logan was shirtless--had several bullet holes in and they had a steady trickle of blood dripping from them. Ryuk was concerned that Logan's healing factor hadn't healed him by now--his wounds looked to be days old. Logan coughed and stirred awake, he laughed and said to Ryuk, “This place is fucking hell.” Ryuk attempted to laugh then said, “Shit, I didn't expect you to be able to talk. What have they been doing to you?” “This dumb bitch has been playing doctor with me. Everyday at the same time she comes in here and gives me a different shot, or has me inhale some weird gas, and I don't know what exactly it is, but it always does something different--makes me transform, stops my transformation, heals me, stops me from healing.” He coughed a wad of blood. “Well the last one is new. It's why they beat me like this. To make sure I was broken and healing and then they watched it stop.” He laughed, “Now that they got that they'll probably let me die and go commit genocide. Our healing factor is the only thing we have anymore.” Ryuk thought about that and was genuinely saddened--at first. Then he was terrified. “Christ, they'll wipe every paranormal off the face of the Earth if they keep experimenting like this.” Ryuk didn't have a moment to think of say anything else. Three armed men burst through the door--one of them slamming him up against the wall and the other two dragging Logan out of their prison cell. Logan's half dead body left a trail blood. Logan was gone for several hours, or maybe days; Ryuk couldn't keep track anymore. When he came back the more serious wounds he had were healed. It appeared that his lack of healing factor was only a temporary ailment. -----Ezralda----- Three months, two weeks, and one day. She’d been counting everyday since shed been captured. Her magical powers gave her a next to God-like omnission of time, so keeping track was simple. She wasn't about to go mad from that, or the torture, or the surgeries, but from the drugs. Since she was captured the doctors and staff had strapped her down onto a bed, sticking out of several veins where syringes pumping strange liquids into her blood stream. They'd almost always tell her what they were doing--”This one is supposed to limit your healing abilities.”, “This one should rot you from the inside out”, “This one is going to make you go insane.” Every drug yielded the desired effect for at least a few seconds, then her abilities somehow changed her body chemistry so the medicines would have no effect. She’d always laugh at them as they got increasingly frustrated, and it wasn't uncommon for her to be beat into unconsciousness, as a result. She'd always hear them talking about the other subjects. She deduced that there were two of them, based off the conversations being had, and that one was a werewolf--most likely Logan--and the other was a strange hybrid of sorts--possibly Ryuk, but she couldn't be sure. For the first week she tried to escape, tried to manifest her abilities, but everytime she did and alarm would go off and the machine she was attached to would pump some weird gray liquid into her--forcing her into a deep sleep. Even though she was about to lose her mind, she still teetered back to the brink of sanity. I'm stronger than this. She pleaded, The opportunity to escape will come and, when it does, ill take the others with me--if they're still alive. -----Logan---- “Ryuk, it’s now or never.” Logan’s voice was hoarse, muffled and barely audible between the heavy baton strikes that the two guards brought down on him. Ryuk was swift, moving effeciently and not waisting any energy. The strange black metal on his arm hardened and became a solid block of metal that he brought crashing down on the guard from behind. The second man exclaimed in surprise and turned with his baton, bringing it down on Ryuk. Ryuk raised his right hand and caught it, smiling, he said, “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” Logan’s massive framed rose up from behind him, his hands came together in an instant and smashed the mans skull, caving in his helmet and sending his corpse toppling over. The heavy bruises and broken ribs on Logan’s body had already healed. He wasn’t breathing heavy, either, his pupils were dialated and his muscles twitched with excitement. Ryuk had been around werewolves enough to know that Logan was doing all he could to fight back his transformation. Logan took a few moments to calm himself, taking deep breaths in and out, rhythmically trying to slow his heartbeat and silence the adrenaline flowing through his body. He nodded to Ryuk and they left their prison cell, carefully. They were used to this part of the compound. If they turned left and walked for approximetaly thirty steps, then they would come to a set of large double doors, through there is the place that they’ve come to call the “Doctors Office” and has, essentially, been the source of their misery for the past however long it’s been. Logan growled and Ryuk flinched looking at those doors. The looked to their right and saw several more cells, like theirs, and then a large, vault-type door. The only hindrance would be getting to that. The door was currently opened, they’d only ever seen it shut twice and each time it was because of some type of security alert. The door started to close and both of them dashed for it. “SECURITY ALERT, SECURITY ALERT, CELL BREACH, BLOCK 1A. ONE WOLF, ONE NON-HUMAN.” The speakers in the hallway boomed, a loud whistling siren issued next as they ran. Just as the door was about to close, Ryuk blinked and Logan was in a semi-transformed state. Logan’s muscles bulged even larger, his brown body hair darked and turn black--nearly covering his entire body. His teeth became jagged, his fingernails elongated and thickened, his posture began to curve forward, and his eyes became a wolfish yellow with a black slit.. Logan lunged and spun in the air, hitting the door before it could close with both legs and then kicking off--slamming the door back open with a loud crash. Logan looked up and growled at the squad of soldiers on the otherside. They all levied their rifles at Logan and just as he leaned forward, letting Ryuk jump over his back, Ryuk’s left arm liquified and expanded in front of him, multiplying in quantity in a matter of insants, and created a shield with a radious of three feet in front of them, extending from his outstretched left arm. The soldiers, caught off guard by the richocheting bullets, paused their fire. Logan moved with a fury, his body so fast and with so much force that it nearly knocked Ryuk over. The soldiers screamed for a retreat and regroup, but in four seconds--the amount of time it took Ryuk to withdraw his metallic arm back into one piece, Logan had already dispatched them. Ryuk ran alongside Logan, not stopping to take a breath, and marveled at his raw strength. One of the soldiers was ripped in half, another was twitching on the ground in a state of semiconicounes, another had a caved in head, and the last was missing half his chest. Logan was, seemingly and completely, both unharmed and unphased. Logan’s voice was hoarse and bestial when he said, “Follow me, I think I can smell the outside. It’s getting stronger.” -----Ezralda----- The doctor who was standing over her was startled by the sudden appearance of a security escort. They were mumbling something back and forth about an escaped werewolf and humanoid, apparently thirteen men were already dead and they were running around the lower levels of the compound. Ezralda’s stomach was cut open, her body bare and exposed like a lab specimen. The doctor had described to her, agonizingy, step by step, exaclty what he was doing and why he was doing it. He did this nearly every time he operated on her; always commenting on how pecular her biolgy was and how strange and mystical it was to see it changing on a molecular level before his eyes. This time, he’d place some type of toxin directly into her abdomen. Her internal organs shut down, she nearly became septic, but just before that happened her body changed and adapted to the poison. Again. They went through this drill nearly once a week. Despite that, she smiled. She mumbled even though hardly any words came out, “You didn’t realize that you bumped my IV.” The doctor, the three lab assistants who were present at this time, and the five soldieers in the room didn’t pay her any mind. “I’m going to kill you.” The all stopped and looked at her. It wasn’t clear if they heard what she said, if they felt the sudden drop in temperature, but it was probably both. All of he straps holding her down to the bed, and everything else that was in connected to her body, became completely frozen and brittle--shattering when she sat up on the bed. The soldiers raised their rifles, however it was too late, the raw emotion and power that had been welling up inside her was being unleashed, and it did so with a fury. An invisible circle of wind circled around her and spun rapidly, expanding outwards and sending everyone flying across the room. They smacked into the walls like rag dolls. The soldiers, well trained and ready to fight, went for their side arms but Ezralda was quicker. Quicker than they could track, she had closed the distance and slammed her fist into the face of one of the men--punching through his skull, popping it like a grape, and crating the wall of the room behind him. She whipped her hand out, blood following it and shaping into a knife in her hand. Swiftly, she dispatched all the soldiers, cutting their throats and leaving them to suffocate. She turned her attention to the Doctor and his lab assistants. The room, which was already below freezing, got even colder.
  3. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    -----Sookie----- So far, Sookie had done a pretty good job of keeping her beast caged. Raphael stood blankly, glaring at her with a strange look of contempt. She knew that it was about midday; the sun should be high in the sky, keeping the most uncontrollable parts of her power subdued. That's why it seemed so strange to her when she felt the moon rise and the sun set. The moon is linked to Sookie--to all werewolves--in a very unique way; if silver is their weakness then the moon is their strength. Even stranger, with each word Raphael spoke Sookie felt as if it were calling to her, her heartbeat matching his rhythm. It was a strange, longing, nostalgic tune that instilled in her a strange sense of comfort, power, and belonging. Then suddenly her mind wasn't on earth anymore. To Raphael it would look like she just stopped moving and her eyes glazed over, but in her eyes she was inside the Void. -----Ryuk----- “Finally,” Ryuk said to Sookie, “you're so stubborn, you know that?” He laughed, “If you just would have given up, like, twenty minutes ago we’d be done by now.” Doing this was pretty easy for him. Especially now that the two realities collided as they have. Ryuk was standing in front of her, which was strange because to her it looked like she had no body, no arms, she was just a fly on the wall, a phantom in this realm that isn't her own, a ghost in a place she’d only heard Ryuk talk about once--but even so she immediately recognized it. “Do you remember how I said the Void realm is another dimension, one that is am echo of our own--but it doesn't echo the good, just the evil?” Sookie did what she thought was a nod at him. “Well to put things short that bastard Raphael has merged these two worlds together, I've been watching him scheme it since I died--the fucking piece of trash.” Sookie’s brain was still entranced by Raphael's spell and the moon, but she was able to form a complete sentence this time, the shock fully registering. “How are you alive! Wait, are you alive?” She shook her head--or at least thought she shook her head, “No, you just said you died…” Ryuk smirked a sad smile at her, “Turns out this more to this curse than I thought.” He held up his left arm, the strange black metal shining in the strange grey light of the Void. “You were the only one I ever told about the Void and about how in my sleep, during a full moon, I could travel there.” Sookie nodded, she remembered eveverything--everything about Ryuk. She was about to say something, but Ryuk held up a hand, “Please Sookie there's some other things I need to take care of, and this won't last much longer.” He was becoming frantic, she could tell, but even still he maintained his composure, “All the supernatural in our dimension derive from here--ambient energy seeps into our reality from the Void realm and creates all the nastiest of ones--Vampires, Ghouls, Demons, Zombies, even Werewolves. You are one of the last pure breeds of werewolf from the Void, so you're going to be overwhelmed with an immense feeling of power, you have to control it. Returning to here, Sookie, is going to make you strong, you and a handful of other ancient things--maybe Ryuzaki, I don't know, the Master Vampire race is something that is shrouded to even this realm, I think they are something else entirely.” Sookie tried to talk but when she did she found herself back in the real world, facing Raphael, the strange beat still hammering away at her chest. Ryuk's voice faded into her mind with one last phrase, “Dont lose control of yourself, Sookie.” -----Sookie----- The entire time she was chained on the mantle, she was thrashing--all except for the brief moment of conversation shed just had with Ryuk. She continued to thrash and squirm, attempting to break the chains. The silver drained her of most of her strength--it seared like hot meat making contact with a skillet. Smoke rose and her flesh blackened around the shackles; the more she struggled the worse it would be. She was about to give up when she felt a strange sensation wash through her. It started with her eye sight, suddenly everything in her field of vision became crystal clear. Next, her already amplified sense of smell became even stronger. Then, her ears picked up every minute decibile. Her muscles became less fatigued--instantly--and the searing around her wrists stopped hurting; it felt like a child was trying to hold her down. Raphael, noticed this just a moment to late. With hardly any effort at all, she pulled forward with her right arm and the chain snapped at the base. With her right hand she grabbed and crushed her left restraint. Raphael responded quickly, sending a pulverizing, crushing force down upon Sookie. The mantle she was secured to was reduced to rubble. Sookie delivered a powerful punch into Raphael's stomach, sending him flying and tumbling. Sookie was half transformed. Canine eyes, her blonde hair turning white, her fingernails extending into claws, her muscles tensing and growing and ripping through her clothes. She wouldn't go all out, not yet, she needed to save that trump card. She was already experiencing a near sensory overload as it was. Was this how it felt for Ryuzaki? She wondered. -----Adelina----- In the short period of time since Reason had arrived, a lot had been discussed. First and foremost, they were no longer discussing unification; now they were discussing battle plans and strategies to help defend the Heroes of Winter. Adelina said, “I wish circumstances were different, however as it stands not a single Fae Kingdom can dedicate an army.” Reason began to grow angry, visibly so, but Adelina raised a hand to silence her. “It is why each of us will guard the Prideux estate ourselves. Anything else would be an insult to the honor of the Heroes of Winter!” The Winter Queen nodded as well, “It is as Adelina says, my armies are scarce and we have our own internal problems to deal with; however I will not, cannot, allow our close allies to go without aid in such a dire time of need.” “Good, it's settled then.” Nyx said. The whole room jolted with a start, they apparently had not noticed Nyx sitting there. “Don't act so surprised.” She smiled. Adelina shook her head, “Well, with Nyx being present we have all major parties in attendance.” The Winter Queen said, “I recommend we divide the estate by cardinal directions; to the North will be I, to the South will be Adelina, to the West will be the Spring Court, and to the East will Nyx.” Nyx was suspiciously quiet until, “I am quite excited to see what happens when we gather so much strength in one area.” The Winter Queen nearly attacked her, “Consider yourself lucky, trader, that we haven't slaughtered you the moment you came in here.” Adelina raised a hand, “Please, it is not her fault that she sided with Ezralda. It is the nature of Autumn, we all know that, Autumn is not bound by reason or logic--just impulse and desires.” Nyx laughed at them. -----Elijah----- He could hardly stand and with every step he took he could feel his stitches testing and his wounds reopening. He couldn't muster up the effort to make a gate--well he could but he wanted to save that for battle. Cern was at his side, now, helping him to his feet, “Shit, buddy, you’ve definitely seen better days, huh?” “We've gotta help the others, I just heard Jinkama scream.” “I scouted ahead and they're on the roof, but, Eli, I really can't support you going out there, not in your current shape. That guy will tear you shreds.” “I have a plan.” Elijah coughed. -----Cern----- Cern meditated for a quick moment, concentrating on nothingness, on the abyss of where his power comes from. Jinkama and Zane were going to need his help and he was going to give it to them, Elijah, too, in his own way. Into Cern’s hand appeared a bow and in his other an arrow. He cocked the bow and the tip of the arrow lit up, shining a bright white. He loosed it and it flew, whizzing by Jinkama’s head and missing the assassin completely. The arrow jutted from the ground, then exploded. It didn’t so much explode, as implode, it was a trick that Cern had been working on for some time now, using his destruction magic to create a powerful vacuum that would suck his opponents towards it. The vacuum roared as it came alive, pulling anything not attached to floor towards it. Cern hoped that Jinkama and Zane were not to close as to be pulled in as well. His attack had about a twenty five foot radius. Cern exchanged glances with Zane; giving him a nonverbal clue to use his ranged weaponry against their foe. -----Samantha----- Samantha smiled at Ryuzaki, for whatever reason he wasn’t able to achieve his true form. A circumstance that was very fortunate for her. If he thought it went unnoticed by Samantha, then Ryuzaki was wrong. “His ideals?” Samantha laughed, “His ideals were a fake and a sham. They led us to where we are now.” She paused for a moment before saying, “Think for a second, had his ‘ideals’ not led him to kill Erevis, his ‘ideals’ led him to a pact with Ezralda, and his ‘ideals’ turned the world upside down, to where we are now.” Ryuzaki moved, but so did the Berserker. The Berserker's club came smashing down where Ryuzaki had just been moments ago. Ryuzaki had spun to the side and delivered a punch to the side of the Berserker's head, sending him flying and tumbling. The blow was so powerful it had broken Ryuzaki’s right fist--which instantly healed itself. He turned and looked at Samantha, furious. Samantha smiled, “His ideals,” she said sweetly, “can eat shit and die.” Energy cascaded from her, the eye in the center of her forehead was burning a crimson red energy. The other warrior puppets around her did as well. Their weapons glimmered to life. The Brawler's fists appeared on fire, the Knights sword, the Valkyrie’s spear, the Archers bow, all her other vessels burned with a renewed strenght.
  4. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    -----Willow----- “My dear, you hold such anger to your mother?” It wasn’t her mother’s defense that stunned her, it was those words. They bit into her ears like a knife. She didn’t have an immediate response--regardless she wasn’t one for words, anyways. Willow instead stood for a solid few seconds, contemplating and thinking about that question. She knew the answer, she knew that anger wasn’t a proper word for how she felt. “No,” She told her mother, “I hold no anger towards you.” Her mother blinked and she moved, by the time her mother opened her eyes Willow was inches away, her hands a purple blur, she bursted forward with a flurry of palm strikes--unaware if any made contact. After several palm strikes, she spun and extended her leg, sending a sweeping kick at her mother’s mid section. Her mother blocked the kick, and Willow said in the stillness, “Hatred. Loathing. Disgust. Agony.” Willow spit out each word, anger sending spittle at her Mother’s face, “That is what I harbour for you, mother.” She had feinted and delivered blows at only about seventy-percent of what she could actually do, she needed to get her mother to move on the offensive, give something up about herself. All I needed to do was land a few of those strikes, hopefully I got in close enough to avoid that bubble defense of hers. I still know nothing of her power or abilities, and the only way I’m going to find anything out is by taking some damage. -----Elizabeth----- Elizabeth was impressed, to say the least. Whatever sort of enchantments were worked into Ellie’s staff and her hair net were top notch, easily a tier three enchantment, probably bordering a tier four. Elizabeth was surprised, too, Ellie and her hadn’t fought or trained alongside one another for some time now, so to see her new stuff was riveting to say the least. She had her own surprises for Ellie, too. Her powers tingled back into existence, surging through her body and illuminating the darkness around her. Just as Ellie’s light began to reach its climax, Elizabeth activated her most powerful enchantment. Elizabeth wasn’t Mathew, she was a long range, support style fighter. She would get to a distance, bounce around and harass her opponents, letting the power houses like Elijah or Sookie really get in close and deal the most damage. Mathew was the iconic tank-style fighter. He would get in close and deal devastating attacks; Elizabeth just couldn’t do that, it wasn’t her style, it wasn’t in her abilities. As a result, she created a weapon to compensate for it. Her thumb swept across each ring that was on her right hand in a quick, swift motion. When it did, lightning crashed down on her from the sky, purple and brilliant. When she emerged, she was bearing a long bow--easily half the size of her body. Across her back was quiver full of arrows. Her right arm that held her bow was covered in different black tattoos now, each a sort of magical shock absorber to compensate for the power that the arrows release when launched. Arcoss her body and her veins was no longer laiden with purple lightning, now it had strange runic and purple symbols, old Franconian in origin. As Ellie’s attack was winding down, She grabbed an arrow and loosed it into the fray. The arrow shot off from her bow like a ballistic missile, sending a concussive wave behind her that shook the trees and blew away any loose dirt. The silver arrow cut through the air and met its target dead on, at least it would have, had the women not stopped it in mid air somehow. She was straining under the pressure of stopping her arrow, Elizabeth could tell, however, she was still able to stop it--an extremely disconcerting fact to Elizabeth. Damn, She analyzed, I thought that dividing the power by ten instead of four wouldn’t sacrifice too much. I should have done eight like Ariel had suggested. She winced at her fingers and arm, stretching it and bended it at the elbow, Damn, even added new layer of buffers and I’m still having side effects after the first blow. She refocused on her enemy, the arrow clattered to the ground uselessly. Elizabeth knocked another arrow and vanished, her body appearing in a flash of arcs and sparks next to where Ellie balanced on her staff. She said to Ellie, “I have nine more of these, but I need a distraction to get through her weird--” The woman closed her eyes and the crystal ball illuminated a strange glowing black. Suddenly, Elizabeth and Ellie were trapped again inside the strange bubble as before, completely immobilized. Elizabeth realized in that instant how stupid she had been for getting this close to Ellie--clearly the reason why the woman hadn’t done this before is because they were separated and, she assumed, the woman couldn’t keep up a spell of this magnitude over a large area. Elizabeth had probably just cost them their lives. The woman barked a shrill laugh and her strange tendrils grew out of the ground around them in a circle. Below their feet a large mouth suddenly appeared, the tendrils wrapping around them and pulling them downwards into it. “Gah! Not even that demon, vampire, bitch put up this much of a fight!” She cackled to herself again, “It’s been fun, though, really it has.” Elizabeth wanted to scream, if she could have she would have. -----The Hive Mind----- Samantha wasn’t surprised to see the two of her puppets get beaten back so easily, Ryuzaki was a top class opponent and as such he would require her full attention. That first assault was just to slow him down and give her a moment to set up the rest of her chest pieces. Which were, at this point, more or less, all in their places. Her personal escort, The Brawler, scooped her up in his arms and ran in the direction of Ryuzaki with her, getting their in an instant; just as he was finishing screaming. Samantha said to him, “Do try, Ryuzaki, but you won’t kill them, or any of us for that matter.” Her body illuminated a burning crimson red and as it did so did the bodies of her fallen warriors. They repatched themselves back together--bones snapping in place, wounds closing, completely rejuvenated. To Ryuzaki’s credit, he didn’t waist any time wondering and attacked. He was only a few feet away from Samantha, too, when he got slammed to the ground. His feet had been tangled together by a string of crimson red energy. Ryuzaki put his feet together and instead of falling jumped forward with both legs, launching him faster than before, extended an arm for Samantha’s throat. The Assassin took advantage of this pose and wrapped herself around his arm, her legs wrapping it around it and her arms grabbing at the base of his elbow. In that position, and with his legs entangled, he fell to the ground. The Assassin yanks and twisted his arm--contorting the elbow in the opposite direction until it broke. Ryuzaki wasn’t phased in the least bit. With a seemingly miniscule amount of effort, Ryuzaki broke his legs free of the rope and flipped himself upwards onto his feet, the Assassin still dangling from his right, now broken, arm. Just as she let go and began to dash away, Ryuzaki reached out and snatched her by the back of her cloak with his left hand. She wriggled out of it and and dashed forward, producing two kunai knives. She stuck them each in his stomach. His right arm, at this point, was now healed, giving him both arms to utilize again. Ryuzaki grabbed her in a bear hug and broke her back as if it were a twig. In the few seconds it took for this altercation to finish, Ryuzaki became surrounded. The Knight, again, was the first to move, leading with his shield again. “That trick won’t work twice!” Ryuzaki screamed as he came in. Ryuzaki grabbed the top of the shield with his right arm and slammed the point of it into the ground, stopping the Knight. The Valkyrie’s spear cut deep into Ryuzaki’s side and she let go of it; leaving it dangling and spinning in a clockwise motion, grabbing a short sword from her hip and driving it backwards into Ryuzaki’s other side from behind him. Ryuzaki reached behind himself with his massive arms and grabbed her by the head before she could move. As simple as if she were a dumbbell and he were doing a tricep extension exercise, Ryuzaki lifted her and flipped her over him, moving back and slamming her head first into the ground. The Brawler probably his Ryuzaki the hardest, for a beast of his size, he should not have been able to move as fast as he did. Before Ryuzaki could reset himself from his attack on the Valkyrie, the Brawler had already delivered several quick jabs--each slamming him with the force of a fully loaded freight train, and forced him back. Ryuzaki returned the blows by moving faster and delivering a shattering attack of his own across the Brawlers jaw. The blow connected and sent out a shockwave of force. The Brawler took the blow without flinching, using the slight moment to recoil his right fist back and step into his next punch, delivered right to Ryuzaki’s chest as Ruyuzaki reset himself. The blow sent Ryuzaki tumbling back. Ryuzaki rolled and landed back on his feet in a crotch. Ryuzaki raised his head and a scowl crossed his face. He screamed, “I. Dont. Have. Time. For This!” The Valkyrie came at him from directly above, her spear leading her charge. The Knight ran flanked to the Brawler, his sword raised and gleaming a crimson fury. At the Brawler’s other side was a new face, a man how had two long and thin swords. In the center was the Brawler, his fists now looked to be on fire, burning a strange crimson energy. Ryuzaki assessed the situation and in an instant he had his battle plan. This time, they weren’t going to get the first blow. Ryuzaki dashed forward, only to find that The Assasin again had entangled her strange rope around his leg, she was leaning all her weight on the rope and was facing away from him. A very peculiar position in his eyes. He turned and ran towards her, making very aware of the enemies to his rear but planning on using her as a shield against them. As he got close, he knew that there would be no way she could see him. He reached out his hand in spear and, to his shock, she dodged it. She spun and was behind him, still holding onto her crimson rope and entangling him. Ryuzaki flexed and broke free, completely baffled as to how she was able to see him. By now, the others were on him. The Valkyrie came first. Ryuzaki moved the spear to the side with his right hand, she came at him holding a short sword as well as her spear, anticipating his counter. She landed a few feet in front of him and charged with impressive speed. Ryuzaki punched her in the gut. His hand went completely through her stomach. With his other free hand he grabbed he grabbed her throat and crushed it. The Brawler, now, was on him and he couldn’t avoid his attack. The Brawler his Ryuzaki hard and fast, sending him to the ground. Ryuzaki’s body hit the ground and bounced. After the first bounce, he vanished. He was behind the Brawler now. His hand a spear and being driven into the base of his neck, severing his spinal cord. The Knight moved to Ryuzaki, slashing into his back with his mighty sword. The Fencer, moved like a blur and cut Ryuzaki several times before he even tracked his movements. When the Fencer moved forward again, Ryuzaki stepped into his guard. He moved faster than the Fencer, or any of them, imagined and placed the Fencers head between his two hands. As if her crushing a soft fruit, the Fencers head popped. Ryuzaki was overwhelmed with gunfire and arrows now. The Knight weaved in and out of the arrows and the gunfire, his sword biting into Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki moved away, dashing backwards with a powerful leap, the Knight, gunfire, and arrows, pursuing. When Ryuzaki had put a large amount of distance between the night and himself, he drove his feet back into the earth and leaped forward, tackling the knight and tumbling with him to the ground. When they emerged from the tumble, Ryuzaki was holding the Knights decapitated head. Ryuzaki panted, for the first time in a while he had actually broken a sweat. He stalked towards the woman named Samantha. She was standing amidst the carnage he created, red energy radiating from her body and feeding into the men and woman he had just fought--or the puppets, or whatever they were. In the blink of an eye, between them stood a massive boulder of a man. He was bigger than any of the others and in his hand he held a battle axe. Ryuzaki stopped walking forward and closed his fists. Samantha flanked the behemoth and was smiling, “It is true what they say of your strength, Master Vampire,” Samantha Smiled, “However overwhelming strength doesn’t matter against me.” In the sky above the behemoth flapped the wings of the Valkyrie. “We will end you, we will end Sookie, and we will end the world.” -----Ariel----- She was in the courtyard, too. For the first time since she was child, noThing was talking to her. For thousands of years, she existed and was in constant communication with every living Thing and every non-living Thing. NoThing didn’t speak, NoThing didn’t have a name or its own story to tell. Except now, except right now, in this moment and time. She didn’t know what to do. She was watching from the rooftop, where Elizabeth’s ward had materialized her to, as Elizabeth and Ellie battled the old woman from before. Elizabeth had just used her railgun spell. Ariel closed her eyes. They’ll be fine, they’ll be fine, they’ll be fine. Whether Ariel knew it or not, at this moment, she was broken. When she closed her eyes, she wasn’t on the dark rooftop alone, she was with her sister Sora, back at the temple, studying. It was when she just found out that she was selected to be a Speaker of Things. “I’m so proud of you!” Sora beamed with pride at her younger sister, “Soon you’ll be smarter than me!” Sora had her head shaved bald, she had piercing red eyes, too, from the training she went through. She was a Protector of Things. Sora would never Speak to Things or have Things speak to her, but she would devote her life to protecting those that did. Then Ariel remembered when Sora died. Erevis had just tried to kill Ariel, but Sora stood in his way. It wasn’t a long battle, but it had given Ariel just enough time to run away. Ariel came back, though, right after the battle. He had disemboweled Sora and left her for dead, she was in the middle of the woods. Sora was whimpering and dieing, barely conscious. When Ariel appeared at her side, Sora regained her usual, big sister, composure. “Remember what they taught us,” Sora said to Ariel, coughing blood, “Everything has a story to tell.” The next events were hazy, Ariel just remembered crying and being kicked, hard, into a tree by Erevis. He had obviously set this as a trap for her. Ariel knew that going into it, but she couldn’t just leave her sister there to die. In the next instant, as Erevis stalked towards her, he was hit with an incredible force of lightning, sending him flying. She was scooped up in somebody’s arms and taken to a safe place. Ariel stood up, shaking, remembering. Matthew saved her that day, and she promised Matthew, once she regained her composure, that she would serve his family. And here she stood, whimpering while Elizabeth--her best friend--was fighting for life alongside another friend of hers. Just as the old woman was about to kill Elizabeth and Ellie, as she said something about Misa, Ariel broke. It was, probably, the woman talking about Misa that did it. Ariel nearly broke when Misa died, so being reminded of that, and given the current situation of things, it definitely didn’t help. When she broke she screamed. She beckoned out to everything, crying, pleading, begging, wishing, for them to talk to her. And they did. They came in a torrent, in a flurry of unintelligible words that only she could decipher. They screamed at her and she screamed back. The ground quaking beneath her feet and knocking the old women off balance. Ariel kept speaking and the ground beneath her feet wrapped up around them. Ariel ran forward, her body propelling itself as he continued to ramble, ground rising and turning into metal spheres that shot forward and peppered the old woman. The old woman’s concentration broke and Ellie and Elizabeth were set free. Elizabeth moved in and instant and grabbed Ellie, pulling her to stand alongside Ariel. The three of them stood, Elizabeth knocked an arrow and panted, “Same plan as befre, El, give me a good distraction?”
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    -----Samantha----- She smiled as Raphael blew Ryuzaki away. He said to her, “As we discussed. You are more suited to handle him, I also have other matters to attend to.” He turned away from her and refocused his attention on Sookie.Samantha nodded, walking in the direction that Ryuzaki had been blown. She was impressed, her Valkyrie could barely see him coming and by then there the Valkyrie couldn’t even intervene. “This will be fun.” She said. -----The Valkyrie, the Archer, and the Knight----- Arrows of red magical essence soared through the air faster than a ballistic missile--hundreds of them, raining down from above the second Ryuzaki got back on his feet. When he brought his head up to look, The Knight moved in. He dashed forward and led with his shield, delivering a bone-shaking blow to Ryuzaki’s torso that caused him to step back. The Knight used his momentum to spin, swinging his long sword while he did to severe Ryuzaki at the hips and in half. The arrows rained down around them, each hardly a foot long and they left no shaft only gaping holes from wherever they pierced Ryuzaki. The Knight was unaffected by them--the arrows simply passing through him without doing any harm. Ryuzaki smacked his hands together and caught the longsword--arrows still raining down around them. He was about to whip it out of the knights hands when the force of a freight train going mach five landed on top him. The Valkyrie slammed into him--hidden amongst the thunderstorm that was the hail of arrows--her wings propelling her downwards and both feet kicking Ryuzaki in the back. She raised her spear that she held--a long, golden rod that illuminated the same red energy as the arrows and the Knights sword--and drove it downwards; aimed to pierce the base of Ryuzaki’s skull, where the spinal cord meets the brain. -----Samantha----- The Archer was next to her now, walking alongside her and the Brawler. She unclipped her cloak from around her neck; last thing she wanted was to get strangled by it, it fluttered away behind her. Her maroon unitard she wore glistened in the moonlight. Her third eye, in the center of her forehead, opened now and shined a burning red energy. Her other eyes seemed to look at nothing at all. She put a hand on the Archer, his hands were bloody and swollen. As she did they slowly began to heal. She put her hand to his cheek, “Excellent job, puppet, now quickly return they will need you.” Such a maneuver as using that many arrows in a short period of time is dangerous and requires a lot of my energy, I can’t make moves like that it anymore. It was only required because Ryuzaki slipped through our defensive perimeter, but now that he is within reach nothing of that level of risk will be needed again.
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    Elizabeth smirked at Ellie, “Sound’s like a plan El’.” As the situation stood, they were at a complete disadvantage--neither of them could exactly see their enemy. Hmm, an area effect spell should be best, I would think; serves the purpose of locating the enemy. She said to Ellie, “Alright, let down the bubble.” With a small whoosh of energy and pressure, the isolated bubble they were trapped in disintegrated; as it did, Elizabeth’s fingers tingled, arced, and sparked purple lightning. She stepped forward, past Ellie so she wouldn’t be in range of her attack. “Stay behind me, and within an arms reach.” She extended both her hand out and as she did the lightning shot forward, in all directions, jutting from her fingers. It spread out and formed a net, jutting in uneven lines and forming boxes, bouncing off the walls of the enclosed courtyard and splitting the trees and bushes in half. It worked its way behind them as well, completely blanketing the courtyard in a patwork of electricity that formed a closed circuit. Ellie let out a nervous laugh--one of the lines of electricity was less than a foot away from her. Elizabeth closed her eyes and felt out through the circuit, when she did she found the irregularity. The electricity simply bent and curved around a small, person sized, area. She didn't’ expect this to hurt her opponent--no, this spell was to weak--it was just to find them. Her follow up spell, was for that. She inhaled a deep, cleansing breath, and whispered a small prayer in an old Franconian dialect. Her veins became transparent and purple, shining a purple glow in the night. When she opened her eyes, they too were completely purple--not one solid color, though, instead a constantly shifting and changing and crackling purple. Ancestors, give me strength. She thought to herself as she readied, I don’t want to use my bow yet, and I only have one of these. I need to make it count. She reached into her pocket and produced a large coin. She placed the coin at the end of her forearm, where the bicep meets the elbow, and it stuck as if there was a magnet under her skin. She stuck her arm out, palm up and straight, pointing it in the direction of their attacker. Well in theory this is supposed to work. By now their opponent had realized her electric net was but a minor inconvenience, they went on the offensive. Moving fast and shattering the electric netting as she did. She whispered and weaved many different spells, Elizabeth could tell, as she moved. In front of her was a small crystal ball. “Oh,” she said, “It’s this bitch again?” “Eat shit.” Elizabeth said. Elizabeth sent a powerful charge, gigawatts in strength, through her arm. The coin followed the current and became a superheated and ultra powerful projective--the only thing keeping it from tearing apart under the stress of the electricity were the layers of wards imprinted on it. The old women realized this and tapped her crystal ball, trying to work more of her strange magic. The coin ripped through her, though, she wasn’t fast enough. Elizabeth miscalculated on her part, though, and instead of splitting her skull it grazed her side--grazed being a subtle word, the heat and concussive force shredded her insides and left a deep third degree burn. It sent the women whirling in the air and crashing into the ground. The path from Elizabeth’s arm to the women was a crater and leftover fire smouldered. The sudden surge of power left Elizabeth wheezing--she severely underestimated just how much several gigawatts was. She exchanged glances with Ellie, “I need” she coughed out, “a few” again several deep breaths separated her words, “a few minutes to recover.” Elizabeth’s body suddenly went rigid as she felt a surge of magic come their way. The women’s haggard voice screamed in the shadows. “You won’t get an opportunity to do that again!” The old women--the mangled half of her body illuminated by the flames--flicked her finger on the crystal ball with one hand. She whispered to herself as she did it. Shadows shot up around the women, tentacles whose sole purpose was to defend their conjurer. The flick registered as a sudden burst of force--completely visible as a wave of black essence slightly darker than the rest of the night, that cut through the moonlight as if it weren’t even their. As the wave got closer, it coalesced and formed into a single point--still ominously visible--and smacked into Elizabeth; sending her flying through the courtyard and smacking into a tree. “Little witch,” the woman screeched at Ellie, “Please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be on me.” She she spoke her tentacles came alive, spreading throughout the courtyard in Ellie’s direction. Elizabeth struggled to get up, as this was happening, and the purple energy in her eyes and veins flickered on and off. She was still going to need a few minutes to recover from her--now possibly fatal--attack. -----Willow----- The small hiss of pressurized air escaping her mother’s helmet alerted her immediately to her position. She subtly brushed her arms and legs; the enchantments that simulate weight restraints disappearing. Out of habit she began to touch her stomach, she caught herself. No, not yet. Her mother’s helmet clanged and clattered across the basement floor. Willow dashed, not forward toward the sound, but adjacent to it. When she caught sight of her mother she vanished. When she reappeared behind her, her hands were a purple blur of motion. Her mother’s strangely tattooed eyes was something that she wanted to steer clear of. She formed her hand into a spear and shot it upwards, aimed into the base of her mother’s spine. “I’ve been waiting for this day, mother.” She hissed, “Do you see how fast all of that running has made me?” -----Caine----- So far, he was entirely unimpressed. The flame tornadoes came quickly, he’d give Michael that, however compared to the speed of even his children it was agonizingly slow. He hurdled to the right with a quick side step and jump, landing caddy-corner to Michael as opposed to being directly across from him. He bent down and again his hand submerged into the shadows, only this time when it reemerged it produced a long wavy blade. It was the shape of a squiggly line, long and thin. It had no guard where the wooden hilt met steel. He held the blade loosely in his hands and said, “My name is Caine Vaunik, Michael. I am one of the last surviving Master Assasins. I killed the rest of them--competition is bad for business.” He began to walk in a circle around Michael, slowly, as he did his body doubled, then quadrupled, then it appeared that Michael was surrounded by the man; each one slightly faded. With the man’s non-occupied hand he reached into a pocket and through several needles at him--each clone it appeared threw three of them. Michael saw through the petty trickery instantly, however as the blades were thrown he realized they were all real. The instant Michael focused on the needles, the after-image clones vanished and Caine was underneath Michael, both legs bent and now forcing him down into a squat. He drove the tip of his strange blade upwards, aimed to pierce under Michael’s chin and through his head. His whole attempt was to overwhelm Michael’s senses--send Michael dozens of razer sharp needles as a secondary threat and then let the primary threat--Caine himself--deal a lethal blow.
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    -----Ariel----- She was wary about discussing the state of their current time debacle with Zane in the room; he didn't, couldn't know. Ellie finding out was an appropriate risk that had to be taken, that much Ariel could allow, but no one else at this time could find out. She was as vague as possible when speaking about it to Ryuzaki, “Arafel and Misa have returned from their journey and brought disconcerting news.” Ryuzaki stood with his arms folded, Ariel's small frame comical in comparison to his massive one, “Things are only degrading, we need to escalate--” “Ariel,” His voice interrupted, silent and furious,his eyes emanated a palpable force that, had she not been accustomed to his overbearing presence, would have left her wobbling for balance, “That is the last thing I care about right now. Where. Is. Sookie.” Ariel was careful not lose composure, “I understand your frustration Ryuzaki, but we really--” “I'm not going to repeat myself.” “Fine,” her agitation showed now, her body was tense. “we don't know, Ellie is searching for her now and--” “What happened?” “The only one who knows is Elijah and he's only half alive right now.” Ryuzaki turned to walk over to Ellie but Ariel spoke louder, getting him to turn around, “Misa is dead and Arafel nearly so--he only just healed himself” Ryuzaki’s eyes shot open for a minute and then narrowed, demanding a further explanation with just his facial expression. “We don't know anything yet, really, except that the same people who killed her are also the same ones who attacked her previously, and they are coming back.” Ryuzaki nodded his head and she continued, “Now, with the revelation of Ellie's mind-magic-prowess and the information from Arafel I received; I have worked out a theory to fix and correct everything. If we begin now--” Ryuzaki’s fury was evident in his voice, “And what of Sookie's?!” He stepped closer to Ariel, “I understand what your thinking, that if we go back and change everything then none of this will happen or matter anyway, but what if, Ariel. What if that doesn't?” “At this point there is maybe a 1% chance of that, Ryuzaki, I've been careful and--” He cut her off, “If there is a one percent chance, there is a one hundred percent chance.” He turned and went to go to Ellie, to study the map and see where Sookie might be, ignoring any further attempts from Ariel, on most things he would listen to her advice--she was wise beyond measure--but in this decision he was adamant. Ariel was exhausted, devaststed, and exasperated. She’d lost one of her best friends--all because of sokething she initiated, Sookie was being held prisoner somewhere--possibly dead, Elijah could still die--she hadn't even seen him besides helping carry him to the infirmary. And what have I been doing? She thought, tears welling at her frustration, I've been so focused on fixing everything that I'm breaking it even more. For the first time, she was lost. Never before had she not been able to speak to Things about someThing, never before had she been so conflicted with the decisions she made. She could feel her mind slipping to the brink of insanity. -----Elizabeth----- Elijah was stable now, he wouldn't be any help in the coming fights--or any fight for that matter. He was in a magically induced coma of sorts, his body and cells dedicating everything to recovering the damaged organs, bones, and tissues. Elizabeth had never done a spell like this--it was her grandmother's from seven generations back; luckily in her time of need the spirits came her and told her of this spell. Jensen was at her side, he stood with a stoic and angry silence--he and Elijah were good friends, close friends, Elijah had said he wanted Jensen to be the best man at their wedding. Jensen was angry and, when it was clear that Elizabeth was done with her spells he said he her, “Don't worry, Izzy, I’ll gut them alive. This, I promise you.” “I'm not worried, Jensen, however I am angry.” Jensen nodded, she continued, building into a trade, “and I am fed up with being kept in the dark. Ariel has been hush-hush about something for a while now--and I'm sure Ryuzaki is in on it, too.” She walked out of the room, her body charging, arcing, sparking with electricity. She reached her hand up and touched her necklace. Her body became surrounded in a powerful flash of light, overpowering and blinding. The form that emerged was not the same as the one who was previously standing. She hand on a purple bandana around her head--holding back her curly brown hair. Around her forearms several different bracelets, each tight. Several rings all across her fingers. She wore a purple tank top with black jeans and a pair of black boots. Around her neck was a silver necklace and on each finger was a different ring. With each step she took, her heavy black boots pounded like thunder. From Jensen's viewpoint he could see the vast amount of power stored in everything Elizabeth wore--from her boots to her jewelry, everything had some different type of enchantment worked into it. Every enchantment had the same overall goal; amplify her natural born magical abilities. This was her bread and butter, what earned her the well deserved title as the impromptu Prideux Guardian. Her boots, for a split second, became illuminated with a strange purple script, and in the next instant she vanished. Elizabeth dashed into her workshop, her body still cackling with the electricity and her mind a fury. Ariel looked distraught, Ryuzaki just angry, Ellie and Zane were surprised at her. Before anyone spoke she screamed, “What. Have. You. Done.” Ariel was taken back and nearly speechless, Ryuzaki was about to speak before the room began to transform. It elongated, stretched out in the center, leaving all of Elizabeth's equipment alone, just increasing the amount of space in the center of the room. All eyes were on Elizabeth and her fury as she hurdled accusations at Ryuzaki and Ariel. In the room was Jinkama, Michael, Ellie, Willow, and Zane. The Pentagram grew with it, and before long only Ariel, Ryuzaki, and Elizabeth were standing on it. In seconds her 4000 square foot workshop doubled in size. The house was responding to her anger, giving her what she wanted. Ryuzaki was about to speak, but the Pentagram crackled to life, purple electricity coursing through it, “Shut up!” Elizabeth was irate, “That was rhetorical!” Ariel was trying to speak, but Elizabeth wasn't listening to her. She didn't want to hear whatever excuse she had, “You've been exceptionally tight lipped about something, Ariel, and I'm sick of the secrets.” Ryuzaki began to speak to her, but again she didn't listen, “I swear, if I don't start getting answers then I'll cast you out of my house and have the wards deal with the two of you.” She was breathing heavily, the Pentagram surging to life with her inadvertent magic--her frustration expressing itself as physical magic that escaped into it. -----Ariel----- Is this the work of Time itself, or is it just me being a terrible friend? Ariel was at a crossroads, again, and she didn't know what to do. Ariel had never seen Elizabeth this angry, and she could tell that the threat to kick Ryuzaki and herself off the property was not an idle one. Her first thought was diffusing the situation, but she didn't know where to start. This has to be the time stream working against us, how can Elizabeth accuse me and Ryuzaki of somehow causing this? She took a deep breath, On top of that how can I determine the right course of action if Time is always present? Should I abandon my theories--Arafel's theories--and just tell her, possibly corrupting the time stream. Ariel could see Ryuzaki glaring, she wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Just as the room seemed to reach the climax of frustration, everything just sort of changed. Ariel found, for one of the very few times in her life, that she was at a loss for words. It was the middle of the afternoon, a bright and sunny day with a mild breeze that filled the large workshop--the window had been left open. It was subtle at first; the breeze stopping and the air becoming stagnant, the sunlight just fading into nonexistence, the chirping birds going silent. It was as if everything in the world had been put to sleep. Everything began to scream at Ariel, it was an incoherent babble at first that stung like a sharp blow to her head, but after a few moments she was able to make sense of it all. They all, essentially, we're saying the same Thing. “We told you so.” -----Sookie----- She was in a rage like none other she had experienced before. Her transformed body whipped and thrashed at the chains and manacles. The cacophonous noise was deafening and drowned out the chants of Raphael. They had explained to her, in some strange cultish way, her importance and the role she was to play. She was chained with heavy silver manacles, they were imbedded into the concrete of the floor. The platform she stood on as well was made of silver. She recalled that in her human form her entire body was blistered and inflamed from it. Now, in her transformed and more powerful state, the pain was gone. The silver simply held back her strength. And strength the likes of which she had never experienced before! It surged through her, as if a drug in her veins, she was invincible. She felt as if she could take on an entire army by herself. Each sense was enhanced beyond its maximum threshold, every muscle flexed anew and surged to life. This “Eternal Night” that they were creating was doing something strange to her, transforming her, it seems, into an even more powerful form. And with every passing second her strength just multiplied exponentially. -----Samantha----- She was sitting inside the ritual chambers, watching the werewolf very carefully. Every one of her bodies was out somewhere patrolling--giving them a maximum amount of time to deal with any threat that could possibly come their way. They were fully prepared for Ryuzaki to show up on his white horse to save they day--and they would be fully prepared to end him tonight as well. Samantha had been training and studying for the last several decades with one goal in mind; to become the ultimate warrior. Raphael may be her King, however every King needs a powerful army, and she alone would be that army. -----Elizabeth----- She was at Ariel’s side, she was kneeled on the ground clutching her ears. Her eyes were closed and she whispered her strange dialect, filling the room with a strange sensation of despair. No wait, Elizabeth assessed, that isn’t Ariel, that’s just the atmosphere. She then noticed the slow unraveling of every Ward around her. “Oh no,” She said, “Oh no, Oh no, oh no,” gradually she got louder as she reached out with her magic and tried to grasp at the fleeting spells--the generations and millennia of protections that afforded them all the luxuries they deserved. It was gradual at first, but in the next few seconds they were all gone. Michael, it seemed, noticed just as quickly as she did and he began to speak before Elizabeth interrupted him, “This will be their cue,” She could panic later, but right now she was going to act, “Those assassins, they’ll be here any minute now that we’re defenseless!” Michael stepped forward now, his presence demanding authority, “Ryuzaki you leave to go rescue Sookie, I fear that you must go it alone. We,” he smiled and the room suddenly got several degrees hotter, “We will hold things down here.” Ryuzaki nodded and glanced at the map with Sookie’s approximate location. In the next instant, before Elizabeth could blink, he was gone. Elizabeth said, “Alright, so before they get here--” Willow moved, her body a blur of black fabric. Her left hand landed on Elizabeth’s shoulder and forced her into a crouch, while her right hand whipped forward with a small dagger in hand. The dagger collided with something and a piercing metallic ring spread throughout the room--far louder than should have been possible. Willow said, “They are already here.” Elizabeth looked everywhere, she couldn’t see anybody. “Where did that come from?” She said, however she could tell now that Willow didn’t even know. She simply saw the attack coming and deflected it. That loud ringing! Elizabeth sent a shockwave out from her body, sending a small shock into every person in the room, jolting them out of the strange delusional state that the loud clang of blades had caused. She wasn’t sure the exact makeup of the spell, however it nearly got Ariel killed. -----Willow----- With the jolt of clarity she received from Elizabeth, Willow sent her mind and body into overdrive. She deduced that the spell, easily the work of her grandmother, would be hypnotic in nature--forcing them all into an instant dream. When it was broken. Regardless, she deduced, the past is the past, now assess threats. Dashing through the door, she could see, was her father. Not her father specifically, just a blurred figure that could only be him--no one else in the family moved like that. Hovering over Ariel was her youngest brother, his knife was inches away from her throat. He smiled as he brought it down her on her. Willow began to move, however Elizabeth beat her to it. Over her left shoulder, she heard Elizabeth call out, “Lightning step,” in small whisper and then moved in a flash. She was on Willow’s brother before his knife could get any closer. He raised his hand, hoping to ensnare her in an illusion, however Elizabeth was ready. With her right hand she grabbed Ariel’s small frame and whipped her to the side, her left hand glanced her brother. The instant it made contact, it sent him flying across the room--a large burnt whole left on his forearm where she touched him, spraying burnt flesh all over the wall. A few moments later the sound of impact followed. Willow moved, too, to cover Elizabeth as she recoiled from the sudden movement. Willow dashed and threw her dagger, coming inches past the back of Elizabeth’s head and catching her little sister’s shirt as she moved--pinning her to the wall. Willow followed through her attack and consumed her hand with the strange purple magic she always used. Her hand dug deep into her little sister's stomach. Her little sister wretched and pulled free, striking an elbow at Willow’s face that collided with her nose and reopened the old wound from before. -----Caine---- He had been in the house the entire time, it was just now that he decided to make his move. For someone as trained as he not even the mythical wards of the Prideux Estate could keep him out. The moment his child’s dagger flew through the air and, just as they had predicted, Willow rushed to block it and cast out the hypnotic spell his Mother had created he struck. He wasn’t expecting, though, for Michael to be completely immune to it. He emerged from the invisibility of the shadows, his right arm swinging laterally with a curved six inch blade in it, he held it in a reverse grip and looked half heartedly committed to his task, instead he focused on the mediocrity of his children and how they were performing at the moment. He was, slightly surprised, to see that before the blade ever made contact it had completely melted. He laughed, “Well Mr. Sanderford, I suppose it was rude of me to underestimate The Salamander.” -----Elizabeth----- She reached out and grabbed hold of the one remaining Ward she had left. It was the oldest and it required her input and power to use, however, seeing the disadvantage they were at she had no choice but to use it. She wasn’t even sure what it would do. She focused and in an instant she was somewhere else. Ellie was at her side, they were in the courtyard. The courtyard of the Prideux estate was large, it rested in the back of their castle, surrounded by ornate walls three feet high. Stones were laid out for sidewalks and interweaved themselves through the luscious green grass. The light of the full moon beamed down on them. Ellie was slightly shaken by the sudden change of location, Elizabeth said, “Ellie get ready, I still think there’s someone here.” Before Ellie could respond, tendrils of darkness--like the tentacles of mythical sea creature--coiled up from the ground, and dashed forward to grapple them. -----Caine----- Caine smiled, he and Michael were now approximately ten meters apart. They were standing in the front of the estate, the large castle behind them. Caine reached his hand into the ground, it disappeared into the ground, all the way down to his wrist. The moment he stuck his hand into the ground, a massive hand of decayed bones jetted from Michael’s shadow--cast by the bright moon--and grabbed him. Caine smiled and tensed, the muscles on his arms flexed and so did the massive hand that engulfed Michael. -----Willow----- She was alone, deep inside the basement--at least she thought it was the basement, she’d never actually been in this part of the estate before. It was cold and damp.
  8. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    -----Adelina----- The Winter palace was extravagant, it was newly built as well; the old one being destroyed after Ezralda’s death, as a symbol to the Fae. Adelina was new to the throne, she’d been Queen for some time, but she spent the majority of it in hiding--scared that if Ezralda found her and the small remaining group of Summer Fairies she’d finish off her genocide. This was the first time that she’d agreed to step foot into the Winter Kingdom. She was by herself, the rest of her cabinet out serving their people and helping to regain control of the Summer Kingdoms brutal weather and plats. Her armor was battle worn and damaged--plate metal with a green leather in between. Around her neck was a dark green scarf. Her hair was long and blonde, tied back in a bun. She rode atop a large stallion, brown in color. As she approached the soldiers opened the gates to let her through. She stepped off the horse, handing the reins to the nearest soldier, her feet melting the snow and green grass growing with every step she took. That palace was elegant, she noticed. “When we rebuild Summer Palace I will have to remember their architecture.” She said aloud. She bent at the knees and touched her hands to the ground, a large circle of the snow melted. Grass and then a tree sapling grew at her feet beneath her. It grew and in a matter of seconds became a full tree, the branches reaching out and grabbing her, pulling her up and towards the palace where the rest of the fairies had gathered. No sense walking through those annoying halls, I’d probably get lost anyway. When she reached her Apex she stepped off the branches and the ice parted, allowing her access. She landed softly, as if gravity were a tenth of what it actually was, floating down. She landed to see a young women being given a boost of power from the Spring Queen. As Adelina stepped forward to the table she said loudly, “Hello Sister!” She set her helmet down onto the table and then unhooked her sword from her waist, she recognized the girl immediately as a Hero of Winter, “What?! Who has injured her so”, what happened, Adelina glared angrily at the Spring Fairies, assuming that they had something to do with it. “An attack on a Hero of Winter is an attack on every Fae, Summer, Winter, Spring, and Autumn alike.” She was reaching for her sword, ready to demand more answers, when the doors to the room burst open. The Winter Knight burst through, a long spear of ice in his two hands. He yelled at William, “You dare bring an intruder, an invader into the Queen’s palace?! Such traitorous actions will not be tolerated! Prepare yourself!” He charged forward, the spear pointed at William’s throat. “STOP!” The voice was cold and angry, loud and absolute. At its utterance, the Winter Knight stopped completely, frozen in place by the powerful command. Behind him, through the doors, walked a young and elegant women, her skin was pale white and opalescent. She was wearing a heavy metal armor mixed with the pelts of sabertooth tiger. Her eyes weren’t the normal fairy eyes, they were more feline, one yellow and blue in color. She screamed at her Knight, “That ‘invader’ as you call her is a Hero of Winter, a royal guest of the highest honors here. Leave us, Now, Maximilian.” Maximilian was embarrassed, his face red and flustered, he began to stutter a response but the woman was not having it. With a wave her hand the floor beneath his feet opened up, leaving a massive crevasse that he fell into. She sighed, “I apologize for my Knights overzealous attitude. You must understand, there are many Ezralda sympathizers left amongst Winter, and many have made attempts at my head. She looked at Adeline and said, “Please, Adeline, I’ve observed everything that’s happened here from a distance, they meant no harm to Reason. It just appeared so to you. Adeline looked down at Reason as she began to stir awake. -----Ariel----- Arafel had out his laptop, a few minutes ago they had popped in the SD card and reviewed the footage. Arafel couldn’t stomach the dissections and attempted surgeries that the scientist had put Ezralda through, so he just clicked through until they got to the exact time and date of when the Queen and Erevis showed up. “Jesus Christ!” Arafel said, slamming his laptop closed. “Jesus Ariel how can you sit there with such a straight face and watch that?” Ariel shrugged and ignored him, “Focus on getting that spell together, then it'll be just life when we were inside the temple, I'll use the Story of Things to guide your magic.” It had been nearly a half hour since Michael summoned Ryuzaki, at the request of Arafel they left Ariel an him alone, “Where is Ryuzaki,” She cursed, leaving the room, “I need to go see if Elijah and Sookie are back, we discussed a maximum thirty minutes.” -----Sookie/Elijah----- She was screaming at Elijah, “Give me the fucking letter, Eli!” She was in her human form, her eyes becoming animalistic and her energy skyrocketing, “I swear to fucking God, Eli, I'm not fucking around right now.” Elijah stepped back, “Sookie, you don't want to read this, or see this, just--” She took a single, lightning fast step and grabbed Elijah by the wrist, amplifying her strength nearly a hundred fold, hurting his wrist and making him drop the letter. She snatched it with her other hand and step back, Elijah glaring at her furiously. “Sookie, calm the hell down!” She could smell him, on the letter, Ryuk. Not the smell of his corpse—which didn't smell like him anyway, that just smell like rusty metal—but the smell of his living flesh. She would have felt mildly bad for hurting Elijah had she not been blinded by instinct to get the letter. She ripped it open. It was just pictures, of Ryuk, from a very long time ago, probably World War two era, he was with a women, she was beautiful. Sookie immediately recognized her as Samantha. Ryuk only kept one picture of her that she knew of, and it was from just after World War Two, black and white, the two of them on the streets of Chicago. It was taken a week before she died, Ryuk had told her. There were more pictures than that one, though, several of Sookie and him, some taken from high above from probably a satellite, others from across a street, locks of his hair, her hair. Whoever had exhumed his body had clearly been planning it for some time. There was another scent on the letter, though, it was faint and hardly their. In an instant Sookie focused and picked it up, transforming into her massive wolf state. Elijah had coalesced his energy now; a massive green tentacle of energy extending out and wrapping around Sookie's back leg, catching her just in time before she dashed off. She turned her head her lashed down, her teeth tearing through Elijah's energy as if were butter. She let out a growl at him. Elijah said, “Sookie, it's been a half hour and we haven't found anything, we need to get back, what it--” Sookie flenched and Elijah reacted, drawing his sword, responding to her instincts. He'd fought alongside her long enough to know her subtle cues; something was close and she heard it. Elijah extended his left hand and prepared to open a gate when he felt the sudden surge of arrows fly at him. In the last instant his energy came to him, lancing forward and creating a wall, catching every arrow as they drilled into them, strange arrows made of some type of red energy, they dissipated into nothing against Elijah's wall as they sat there for a second. Sookie ran forward after the assailant, throwing caution to the wind. Elijah stepped forward after her but suddenly found himself face to face with another enemy. Sookie was too preoccupied with tracking down the scent she just picked up, the same direction that the arrows came from, the same scent from the letter, to notice the man that delivered a stern kick to the side of Elijah. Sookie turned around, hearing Elijah's grunt of pain, but she quickly found herself tripping over her two front legs, a roped weapon entangled around them. Sookie reacted quickly, shape shifting into her human form, freeing up enough space to slip her hands out from their bonds. Sookie, now ready for battle, forced her werewolf powers into her body, pushing her human form to the brink of transformation, almost transforming into a werewolf but not completely. Her arms grew hairy, teeth pointed and canine, fingernails turned to sharpened claws. Her eyes went feral. There was no enemy to be seen, whoever tangled her legs had gotten out of dodge before she regained her bearings and see them clearly. She heard the whistle of arrows coming and she moved, she spun to the right, easily avoiding the arrows, she ducked down too, jumped up and then, to her dismay, found that that was exactly what the archer had wanted, nine arrows flew towards her and, given that she was momentarily suspended in mid air, all of them ripped through her flesh. Just before the moment of impact, she reach up and let the one that would have skewered her brains--a fatal shot event to someone with her healing factor--and let it piece her hand. The strange crimson arrows dissipated after a few seconds and she was left with gaping, bloody holes. In less than five more seconds, though, her body had begin healing itself; bloody scabs healing over and clotting the wounds. She turned to see that Elijah was fighting another enemy, some strange Knight, and she ran towards him to be at his side. She was hit hard, by what felt like a freight train. She was sent flying into the safe house they came to investigate, breaking through the reinforced door and through the drywall. She stood up warily and looked at her arm. The moment before impact, she held up her left arm to block the man's punch--she got a good look at him even though he came out of nowhere. He was a mountain of a man, well over six feet tall and clad in a heavy red armor. His fist was illuminated with the same strange red energy as the arrows she was just impaled with--her scabs were reopened and she found herself in a lot of pain. Her arm was mangled and bruised, the forearm broken badly. Somehow that massive man had got the jump on her--something that given her abilities she thought was damn near impossible. She heard a soft rustle behind her and she reacted, spinning and jumping back, through the hole her body created and trying to get back outside the building. A string of crimson energy shot forward and wrapped itself around her leg, an assassin of sorts stood holding it, stopping Sookie in mid air. Sookie slashed witj her sharo claws and easily severed the strinf. The women through four shuriken at Sookie and, the moment Sookie landed and ducked to avoid them, the assassin was gone. Hundreds of arrows rained down upon her. She could feel them coming, though, after hearing them whistle through the air once identifying them was easy. She was faster than them, too. In an instant she was out of the house, smashing through the walls in a blur of woodchips and blood, her body reopening all the wounds before they could fully clot and scab over again. The house collapsed behind her from the onslaught of arrows. The man who had sent her flying before dashed forward again, faster than anything his size should be able to, and his fists lit up with the same energy as the arrows, the same energy as the string. She maneuvered easily though--her left arm uselessly dangling at her side broken. She mocked, “Jesus, if you guys have been watching me for this long you should know that you are, literally, fighting me the worst way possible.” She moved faster then, faster than she had moments ago, faster than she had in a very long time. She focused and concentrated forcing her magic into her legs and eyes, letting her see and react faster. She ducked under her opponent's right punch, she was a blur of motion, and dug the extended sharpened nails deep into his elbow, right where there was a gap in his armor. Her hand came away bloody. She stepped out as the brawler readied his other arm to hit her she was planning to do the same thing again. Only this time she would go dig deeper under his armpit, aiming for the vital organs. She felt a sharp pain dig into her leg. She looked and it was the assassin again, her roped weapon, pronged at the end, digging deep into the fleshy muscle of her left calf. It slowed her down and when the assassin tugged it threw her off balance, allowing her other opponents punch caught her square the side of her head, sending her tumbling to the ground, twitching and unconscious. The brawler grabbed her, picking her up as if she were a feather. He disappeared into the dense forest. -----Elijah----- Elijah tumbled and fell, back onto his feet, swinging his sword in a horizontal slash. He ran forward after Elijah, his sword extended forward and his shield ready at his side. He parried Elijah's slash easily—his opponent was off balance and thus an easy target. The knight was taken back, though, by a massive flare of green energy. It hit him hard, sending him flying nearly thirty feet and tumbling across the sandy beach and into the ankle deep water. He stood back up and readied his guard. Around Elijah's left hand was a long lance of energy, large and like a tentacle, he had used it to swipe away the knight. He rubbed his side, Definitely bruised a rib or two. The knight was back on his feet, covering the distance faster than Elijah thought possible. Elijah could react quickly, too, though. He put both hands on his sword and a swirl of emerald green energy went up around it. The knight met it head on, their words colliding, Elijah's green energy sparking against the knights glowing, crimson energy. The knight pushed back and Elijah's let him, he fell backwards into a gate, and then landed four feet above him, both hands slamming his sword down hard. The knight swung his shield and, as if Elijah were toddler with a toy sword, batted it to the side. Elijah, surprised, nearly dropped his sword. The knight's sword jabbed forward and Elijah was barely able to deflect it with his green energy, it shot out and deflected the sword from impaling him directly, instead it just glanced deep into his side. Elijah desperately opened a gate, falling into it, and far away from the knight, towards Sookie. He put his left hand to his left side, right under his ribs, and it came away bloody. He felt arrows shred through his stomach. They stuck out, all seven, burning arrows of crimson red energy. Blood seeped down his legs. Her turned to see Sookie and his gut wretched at what he had to do. Her enemy had beaten her--something that he didn't even conceive as a possibility. It all happened so fast, within the course of fifteen minutes, and he had her body in his arms as he disappeared into the forest. The knight walked slowly towards him, his sword at his side, he was getting closer, ready to deliver the finishing blow. Sookie, I’m gonna go get help. Elijah opened a gate beneath his feet, falling into the middle of the hallway just as Ariel was stepping out of the room with Arafel. He coughed up blood as Ariel reached down to grab him, and he shouted at her, “Sookie! Someone grabbed he, they ambushed us and in fifteen minutes they had--” he threw up blood, his body barely able to maintain its vital functions. By now, Elizabeth was at his side, her body charged with electricity and magic. She was yelling at Ariel to go to the Healing Chambers and get a bed ready. Elijah blacked out. -----Ariel----- It had been nearly no time at all since Elijah gated back into the estate, battered and bloody. Ariel was in the workshop with Ellie, Elizabeth was busy at Elijah’s side. He would live, but he wouldn’t be moving around for some time. She refused to leave his side, instead yelling at Ariel, Ellie, and Michael to do something about it. Ariel had just finished giving Ellie all the things she need for a locator spell. Ellie seemed a little out of place in Elizabeth’s workshop, but once she got acquainted with everything she got right to work. Ariel said, “The globe is already magically anchored to the pentagram in the floor, as soon as you empower the pentagram you should be able to easily attach it to the spell.” Ellie nodded, “I could give us an exact location if we had a little more to work with than her hair from a hairbrush, but with this we’ll get at least a twenty-five kilometer radius. Ariel nodded, “And we won’t be moving until Ryuzaki gets here, in which case we’ll have his keen instincts to rely on. Regardless we’ll figure something out.”
  9. -----Dr. Cavanaught----- The old man was dressed plainly and stereotypically for a research scientists--a white lab coat, large glasses, gray and balding facial hair, old wrinkled pale skin. His lab was state of the art, many different machines, test tubes, beakers, computers, cadavers--both human and inhuman--decorated the room. A soft white light from the overhead fluorescent lighting made him frequently forget what time of day it was. He walked with a slight limp as he went back and forth across the room, silently muttering to himself about results or current tests. A loud ping of an overhead announcing system buzzed, the man fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a small PDA, he spoke to it, “Answer.” “Dr. Cavanaugh,” it said, it was a feminine voice, “several new live subjects will be delivered within the next twelve hours.” “Gah,” he moaned, “alright, just, uh, take ‘em to holding cells on the second level.” “No, they are being moved to the maximum security section, they are level 4s, some teetering on 5.” The doctor whistled, “Oh neat! I'll ready some new instruments then.” “Also, I was asked to relay to you what a good opportunity it will be to apply the new enhancements we haven't had any success with.” “I'll be the judge of that, Melanie.” -----Ryuk----- He was still investigating the strange phenomenon and magical barrier when he felt the buzz of his Order communicator in his pocket, he pulled it out and analyzed the coded message. Responding would have been a mistake, he felt, as communications could be intercepted and monitored. He knew approximately where Ryuzaki would be based off his message, but he wasn't sure if he could get their as elusively as the vampire would be able to. Ryuk had on him one black flair in the event of an emergency, to let Ryuzaki know where he was and that he needed help; he doubted though that Ryuzaki would come to his aid. -----Lt. Ward----- The door to the Command and Control Center slammed open and a well dressed man in green camos and tan boots barged through. He was out of breath from sprinting through the halls. He immediately took control of the situation, “Pull up all satellite imagery we can get, live feed of each island on my screens.” the room was a darkened except for the illuminated computer screens, at each on was an operator of some sort, some male and some female. He took his seat in the center of the room, the rest of the computers and operators all fanning out around him in an organized fashion. One of the women called out, “Four minutes til satellite alignment.” “Alright good,” he pressed his hand down into the chair and suddenly seven screens appeared in front of him, completely holographic and translucent; each on with a map of each island. “Send the estimated location according to our sensors to me,” with several rushed but well practiced movements one of the operators did so, a red blip appearing on each one of his maps. “How much time until the Sentries launch?” “Sir, they are waiting on your call. All systems are green for their drop.” “Okay, good, we are only sending the Sentries to the islands where we don't know exactly what we are dealing with. The one with the vampire is getting Hunters sent after him.” Cautious looks were exchanged around the room before somebody said, “Spinning them up now, Sir.” “Alright, don't drop the Sentries yet. Also dispatch them from orbit not from the hangar.” Those things would hear those bastards coming from a mile away. If we drop them from the sky then hopefully we can get them before they get a chance to run away. “In orbit we have 10, a full satellite, the nearest satellite with more units is on the other side of the globe. We’ll hit em hard and fast, stun em and then launch 15 more from the hangars as backups.” He clicked and pressed and swiped at several things on the screen, “Roth, status of satellites? Smith, status of the Hunters.” “Live feed uploading now, switching them to your screens.” “Hunters 20 minutes out, moving via underground connected tunnels.” “Good, alright.” once he got the live video feed for each island on each separate screen he analyzed them carefully, “Okay so we know we have a Summer Fairy, Vampire, Winter Fairy, and a Demon. Any new Intel?” “Yes, sir, the sensors can only identify those creatures because they're common, there's a few others us but they are either human with magical traits or creatures of an unconfirmed species.” “Understandable. Get them on my screens, I need an exact latitude and longitude of each and I need it yesterday.” He took a second to compose himself, as the Planning and Tactics Officer this was his job, he'd been training for this. Remember, appearance and perception is the first step to achieving the results we want. Can't look disheveled, gotta make these people believe I know what I'm talking about--even though this is the first time other than practice we've been behind the computer the screens. “I don't think I need to tell you guys that everyone's watching, we've got the UN Security Committee pissed off, bitching about what a waste of money this is, so we can't afford to mess this up. Zero mistakes.” One of the operators laughed, “Sir, how can we make a mistake if it's the first time it's been done before?” “Great thinking,” Ward barked, “that's the kind of attitude I like.” -----Ezralda----- She was deep inside the security compound. She was underground in some type of massive tunnel that went on for miles. It was pitch black but she could tell there was a lighting assembly at the ceiling--she'd been spending the last few minutes searching for it. After a while she just decides to create her own light--she held out her and in a flash of blue fire a sphere appeared in them. The entire area around suddenly became much colder as well, the ball moved and shifted floating between her hands. It was several different shades of blue, casting outwards a powerful bright blue light. It was on fire, as if it was burning and as if the fire was cold. The underground road, she assessed, had to be the size of a four lane highway at least. The edges of light she cast didn't even fill it from side to side. She kept walking, further documenting everything, before suddenly feeling very uneasy. -----Combat Information Center----- “Sir, new estimates are showing s power level reading for the Winter Fairy on Nirvana spiking dramatically, it's estimated by our systems that it'll take four Sentries to bring her down.” “Alright, then send 8 to her, two to the non vampire, and where the hell is our Hunters at?!” “Hunters on scene, awaiting go phrase.” Finally. -----Squad 1----- They watched as a man tripped and fell over, “Shit, Benson.” He left and shit the door, locking it closed. “Our shifts over man, we’ve gotta go to Town Hall.” Benson’s eyes got large, “uh-uh-uh.” Town Hall was the distress code, it was a covert word they would pass that meant, act normal but there is a security compromise somewhere. Judging by his superiors reaction, they needed to get out of here. “Just come on, buddy.” The squad leader sighed a sigh of relief, Thank God our boys are getting outta there in time. “Towers Green, All Go.” The voice came over their installed headsets, and they didn't even need to think about their next movements. They'd been training for years, they were OSSUM’s elite strike team. Only fifty of them in existence and seven of them were right here. They were clad in a cloaking armor, completely blending in to their surroundings; every part of them from their guns to their helmets to their boots. They moved in complete silence, the special lenses they wore in their masks allowing them to see each other. Nearly all of them had some type of robotic enhancement of sorts, arms, legs, eyes, ears, something to contribute. The small communicator beeped, the first stage was complete. Heavy incoming fire, Sentries from thirty thousand feet, fifty caliber rounds. Stay put or we might get hit. The squad leader communicated to his men via an installed brain implant--allowing him to transmit thoughts as if they were a text message. We don't know which building he's in, but we’re hitting all three; stay completely still and when he emerges fire. Remember legs only no body shots. When he gets near us we pull the trigger on the Vamp Gas. Not four seconds later, the buildings the vampire could have been in became shredded with high caliber bullet shells. It went on for fifteen relentless seconds, heavy machine gun fire decimating the structures. The concrete hut--as the squad noticed, was the least damaged. It was designed to take a pounding, after all it housed the central processing network for the entire island. The other buildings were now completely unstable and would need to be condemned and rebuilt. The moved closer, staying low and staying hidden in the dust and by their state of the art cloaking armor. The dust helped hide them more. -----Sentries/Ryuk----- The two assigned to Nirvana did a quick, fifteen seconds barrage of machine gun fire onto the buildings as designated, then continued for their descent towards the unknown creature. By now, they would sound like jet aircraft buzzing overhead at near mach speeds. The element of surprise gone and now appearing with overwhelming force and firepower. Ryuk responded fast, aiming the black flare gun up and shooting it--if for no other reason than to alert Ryuzaki to get clear; although now that he thought about it Ryuzaki probably heard them before Ryuk did, but still. Procedure is procedure. Two massive and strange robots appeared in front of him, levitating by what appeared to be nothing, just floating in mid air. The armor was heavy and thick, brilliantly silver with a red OSSUM crest in the chest. One arm was a machine gun, while the other was a normal, five fingered hand. Their heads were triangular in shape, with a single red eye in the center. On their backs were two large jet engines, about four feet long and skinny, on each shoulder was mounted a missile launcher. They were nearly fifteen feet tall. They didn't give Ryuk a chance to blink. They dashed forward, one of them firing a missile that, had it been an explosive round, would have blown him to bits, instead it exploded into a cloud of dark black smoke. Ryuk jumped back as fast and as hard as he could, clearly nearly twenty feet, jumping out of the smoke. He emerged out of the smoke, sliding to a stop and slamming his back against a tree. One of shot forward, the trees not getting in his way as he smashed through them, and extended his right hand; grabbing hold of Ryuk’s left arm in an iron grip. Ryuk squirmed back and forth, his arm being crushed and broken in the meantime. He contorted his body, dislocating his arm out of its socket with a sickening crack so that he could reach down into his boot and pull out a large machete. He jammed it forward and into the robot's arms, in between it’s armor in what would be an elbow on a human. The arm went limp, however it still had an iron grip on Ryuk. The other robot by now was on Ryuk, it shot some type of missile at him and he could feel himself losing consciousness. The world went gray and his head was fuzzy, before long he went limp.
  10. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    -----Willow----- She paused for a brief second, thinking about what to say and how to respond. It was clear that her guidance would be invaluable, “My family is going to do a divide and conquer type tactic, that much I can guarantee you. If all of them worked together simultaneously they could take out even Ryuzaki.” She let that sink in for a minute, most in the room just scoffed or thought she was exaggerating. “I mean it.” She said, more seriously, “If my father, mother, older brother, younger brother and sister all struck at the same time, as long as they had the element of surprise on their side, Ryuzaki would go down.” She paused again, thinking about what to say next, “But that’s also their weakness. They divide and conquer, pick off extremely strong enemies one at a time. If Michael were here during their last assault, there wouldn’t have been a last assault because the cards wouldn’t be in their favor. As it stand we are at a mild advantage now that Michael is here, however that is to assume they don’t know he is here.” Elizabeth chimed in, “There’s no way they could know, I spent the four, sleepless nights theorizing how they broke through and as far as I can tell they used my magic to create a form of anti-magic barrier around themselves, it’s sort of like covering yourself in mud to mask your scent. It also meant that they weren’t fighting at their full potential…” “That is the next thing I was going to bring up,” Willow said, “my grandma is not a lightweight, she’s a heavyweight sorceress who could probably bloody Michael’s nose a good bit. It doesn’t make any sense at all why she stepped back on the sidelines. My brothers also seemed a bit weighted in their movements as well. And taking into consideration, Michael that you are part elemental, something that is all magic, you are quite literally the worst possible matchup for her in a fight.” Michael was about to say something in his defense but Willow cut him off, “You’d win, I’m not saying you wouldn’t, but by the time it did the rest of us would all have our throats slit.” “My father always used to say when he was teaching me or before our family would go out that you have to have your ‘Aces in their places’. If we want to win against them the first step is positioning ourselves so that they are at a disadvantage.” Sookie buted in, “No shit, Willow, now tell us how to do that.” She rolled her eyes, “You’re only stating the obvious.” Willow ignored Sookie’s outburst and continued, “Against my grandmother, Jinkama,, Cern, and Elijah you three will be best suited.” The two of them looked up, both were distracted and not paying attention. “As long as you keep moving you shouldn’t have too much trouble.” She scratched the side of her head, “Against my eldest brother, Ellie, Elizabeth, and Zane probably. I don’t really know, honestly.” She shrugged her shoulder and Elizabeth looked visibly annoyed, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know the full extent of what he can do. All he’s ever done is tie me up and pummel.” She continued, “As for my younger brother and sister, again I don’t know what they can do either.” Sookie groaned, loudly, “But Reason I’m thinking you and I will tag team them, I realize we’ve never fought together before, but I’m sure we can make it work.” She looked at Michael, “Michael you need to take on my father.” He seemed unimpressed for a moment so Willow elaborated, “Again, I don’t know what he can do, I just know that he’s strong and fast, and he has eyes seemingly everywhere.” Willow now turned to Sookie and said, “Sookie you’ll need to fight my mother, and--” “Let me fucking guess, Willow, you don’t know?!” Sookie was visibly angry, standing up and scaring her children, “How in the hell do you not know a damn thing about any of your family?! I mean really?” Willow was visibly shaken, an uncharacteristic emotion. “It isn’t like that…” Sookie dug in, “I have children to protect an we don’t even know when they’re coming back or where they’ll hit us at.” Willow said, “That’s why we’re going to set a trap for them.” Sookie was up and across the room in an instant, had it been anyone besides Willow, Sookie probably would have rung their neck. Instead Willow was now behind Sookie, “We are already trapped Willow.” Sookie growled turning with a fury to face her, Sookie’s random aggression surprised most of the room as the two girls had grown close over the last few years. “Remember what we saw? They are watching us! Waiting for us to leave. Tracking our--” “We get it Sookie,” Elizabeth said, “you’re mad. We are all mad. Hell, no one unwanted has stepped foot on this property in hundreds of years. How do you think I feel?” “More of the reason why we have to incinerate all of them, everyone of them.” Michael’s words were absolute, an end to the discussion. “Is that all Willow?” “No, not quite.” She said, “As Elizabeth said there is no way they can get through the wards again, so we are going to know when they are coming. Either my grandmother somehow has found the ability to throw around anti-magic equivalent to a nuclear bomb, or we are safe here. And I’m certain that it’s the latter.” “I think our best bet is going to be drawing them out outside the wards, and striking then. Sookie you’ll be in your wolf form, Elijah, Ellie, Zane, and Elizabeth will be accompanying you. When my family moves against you we will move against them.” Jinkama asked, “Can we assume that your family is as perceptive as you are?” “They are even more perceptive.” “Then that would mean that we all need to remain here inside the wards, exactly where they think we would be until they actually attack.” “Leaving us on our own for a good while in battle,” Elijah said, “Assuming I can’t gate back to the estate and grab the rest of them.” “No,” Willow said, “The second they notice you’re gone for more than a minute they’d bolt.” Willow said, “The reason why I put you in the group to begin with is because they’d want to see you away, they’d know then that you couldn’t bring back up. And the five of you are easily the most cohesive teams--obviously you’d break off, Elijah and Elizabeth, Ellie and Zane, and then Sookie you’d be solo for a moment. Draw the fight out for a minute, the rest of us will arrive and by then a strategic retreat will be nye impossible for them. The next step is to regroup during the fight into our predesignated positions, that’ll be the hardest part.” -----Ariel----- Ellie’s surprising revelation gave Ariel a tiny flicker of hope. She made sure not to speak or even breath heavily, giving Ariel as much silence as she would need to concentrate. Arafel’s mind needed to be fixed, Ariel needed the answers that lay dormant in it, no the world needed those answers. She stood up from her seat next to the bed and left the room. Hopefully by now Misa would have regained control of herself--Ariel had never seen her friend that out of control before. The walk to the lowest level of the castle, the dungeons as the family called them, was a solemn one for her. She reflected a lot, about her teachings, about her life, and the day before Arafel and Misa left for their expedition… They stood in the shadow of what once was the greatest civilization of it’s time, Sumer. The ancient Sumerians power and influence guided the world for years to come. They had traversed deep underground, through a hidden and complex maze of tunnels under the desert sand dunes. Cryptic symbols, runes, and hieroglyphs littered the walls and told a story no modern cryptologist or mathematician could decipher, it was the story of the rise of Magic, where it came from, why it was made. It was a story of Fairies and Vampires and Werewolves and Demons and Gods and everything else that this strange world harbored. It was the story of how man pushed them back into the dark and ushered a golden age of power and influence and beauty and growth and law and order. It was a story forbidden to be told to all but the uninitiated, to all but those who know The Name of Things. To all but the Master Vampires. To all but the Queens of the Fae. The Things were screaming at Ariel for it. Screaming at her for allowing not one, but two outsiders within these sacred walls. Two people that were both uninitiated and unholy, one tainted by a demonic lust, the other just ignorant to his situation. The temple they were in was underground hidden from modern society, hidden from all but someone who knows The Name of Things. They’d been walking through the tunnels for hours, Arafel tried speaking several times but nobody responded, instead they all just solemnly kept walking. After three and half hours of walking and hundreds of winding turns later, Ariel stopped and finally spoke aloud, “The last time I brought someone here, Ryuzaki, it was Ezralda after we slayed the Winter Queen, and before that it was you when you first donned the mantle and prestige and power of Master Vampire. As is custom and is my duty as the sole remaining Speaker to Things, now known as the Keeper of Things, to tell her the Story of things and I taught her of Things and of The Balance of Things and of her Origins, your Origins, my Origins, the Origins of everyThing.” Ryuzaki didn’t respond, no one did, everything Ariel was saying was rhetorical, she still had more of a story to tell, “It was then and it was here that I first felt the Things scream at me to stop. “This is the place, you see, where no deception can take place. As you may have noticed Arafel it exists outside Time itself. No one except someone who knows the Name of Things can read the Map of Things written on the walls and come here. This is it’s own dimension, Elijah couldn’t gate here and no matter how fast you run or how many walls you break you could never get out of here if I didn’t lead you, Ryuzaki.” Both Ryuzaki and Arafel nodded, clearly each had come to the same conclusion. “I didn’t bring you here to teach you of anything Arafel, you cannot know of Things, it goes against the very fiber of my being, the very magic that binds me to this body, it was a hard enough battle with my inner self to bring you in here in the first place.” Arafel nodded his head, about to speak, but the room itself wouldn’t let him, it bynded him from opening his mouth or doing anything except intently listening to Ariel. In this room, he realized, Ariel was god. She continued, “Misa, I brought you here because no one must be allowed to leave this place, if during our trance you receive the slightest urge or inclination you must kill us, all three, swiftly. If what I fear worked its way here then it must die here, along with all of us. In this space Things are everything, and I speak to Things.” “When I brought Ezralda here, she scared the Things, she made them scream and cry and tell me to kill her or make her leave. Things are not scared of the most dastard Master Vampires or the most malicious of Fairy Queens, as you can imagine this was disconcerting. It was to late though, for once we crossed the threshold of this place I was already beginning the transgression into Storyteller and it couldn’t be stopped, she was told of Things and that was that and then as we all recall years later we went to war and ended her cruel rain--only after she forced humanity into an Ice Age and crushed all forms of civilized mankind, an event that is likely leading to our utter and current demise. The Things speak to me of an end of the Story of Things, something that is impossible--or so it was believed. And this, I fear, is because of strange, otherworldly force. I bring you here, outside of our own world, to discuss it somewhere safe that this strange force can’t sink its claws into.” Ryuzaki nodded, the dimension easing its grip on him and allowing him to speak, “Then let’s talk. Arafel, you’ve supposedly been working on this for a while now, let’s hear what you have to say.” Arafel nodded, “Right, so as I said, Time doesn’t like to be messed with, it has a set course that it wants to follow and, try as you might to change it, it will 99% of the time just reroute and you’ll end up at the same destination with the same result. So that pushed me to get a little more mathematical with this and create an equation and, with the help of some brilliant minds from the past that I sort of ‘hacked’ into, I came to the conclusion that 1% of things you change in the past will have a real effect on the future, and only ten percent of that one percent will be of a noticeable and large impact. I wasn’t pulling 99% out of my ass, that’s a real result I got through A LOT of research. That ‘Butterfly Effect’ garbage is complete bull shit, if it were real then my future self coming back and alerting all of us of impending doom would have actually done something.” “So the real trouble here,” Ryuzaki said, demanding silence with his air of power and authority, “is finding that tenth of one percent that actually makes a difference.” “I’m not done yet, Ryuzaki,” Arafel said, smirking, “This isn’t what Time wanted, I’m sure of it. Time doesn’t want to destroy itself, and my current workings and discussions with Ariel only confirms that. Her Things which, theoretically anyways, ARE Time don’t want an end to things! And Time maps it’s own course. It wouldn’t chart its own course for disaster unless--again these are all theories but I’m willing to bet, and I am betting, anything and everything on them being true--some bad shit was about to go down that was worse for Time, worse our dimension, our universe, our reality--whatever you want to call it--than the complete and utter ceasing of existence of our reality!” Ariel nodded, “The Things only agree with you Arafel.” “And to add to that,” Arafel said, “Time does not like to be messed with. I have a feeling that if we did somehow locate that one tenth of one percent, that magical time and place that things all went to shit, it would be damn near impossible for us to actually change anything. Time will throw curveball after whirlpool after elephant at you to stop you from trying to change--that isn’t a theory it’s a fucking fact.” Ryuzaki said, “I agree, but I think we need Michael here, I’ll light a beacon for him--” “No!” Arafel said, with more authority than most would speak to Ryuzaki with, “This”--he waved his hands around--”is already making things difficult enough. Let’s say that we do fix everything and Time goes back on it’s normal course and all his well again, then that means that all of us will have the memory of changing it, which--again, guys this is just like theory and I don’t even know if it’s true, but I stole the brains of some really smart mathematicians and physicists and they all point me in this direction--is catastrophic to the flow of time.” “That makes no sense,” Misa said, finally breaking her silence, “if one were to change the events of the past then we should have no memory of the very events we changed. That just seems like common sense.” Arafel nodded to her and said, “I agree, but can we really risk it? As it stands Ryuzaki, Ariel, and I are all outside this dimension in terms of the timeline--we are beings of magic that transcends the bounds of what should be capable within reality. So us knowing about a change of events doesn’t really affect anything, again we exist outside of this dimension. You, Misa, you are the only one here who would hurt the Timeline or strain it or anything along those lines. Misa made a face of confusion, “Then why even bring me?” “Why indeed?” Arafel said, looking at Ariel. She said, “Because, Misa, I was planning on having Arafel show us the past, only briefly and guided by the Story of Things, into what exactly went wrong and where. You will be watching, if anything is amiss you will kill us.” Misa nodded, “I assumed it was for something along those lines.” She unsheathed her kukri from her thigh and her falchion from her hip. She sat cross legged, putting the kukri at her side on the floor and her falchion resting on her knees. She said, “Then these will be the last words I say, I will focus on watching all of you, act as if I am not here.” Arafel seemed a tad bit irked by the situation, “Ariel I’ve never done anything like that before. For one I barely think that I have the capability to have that clear of a view into the past by myself, let alone carrying three people with me.” He shook his head, “It just isn’t possible.” Ryuzaki rested his hand on Arafel’s shoulder, “You are right. It’s not possible, it’s necessary.” Arafel took a deep breath, “Alright, here we go.” -----Inside Arafel’s Mind----- Ellie had been fumbling around for what felt like days now. She was inside of Arafel’s head, piecing together this and that, laying the brick and mortar for his mind to physical repair his own damaged connections and synapses. The landscape of Arafel’s mind was strange, the color scheme was probably the strangest, if she had to single out the most obscure feature. Everything was black, grey, and a golden yellow. Parts of his mind were cities, other parts were plains and rolling hills, and in between all of them were large gaps, a vast ocean of nothing but blackness. Across them were elaborate golden bridges, some spanning kilometers and others hardly at all. There was place, though, that was the most extravagant and the largest of all bridges. It was built to model a suspension bridge--near identical to the Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco. The cables were snapped and the center of the bridge was caved in, falling and disappearing into the abyss below. Ellie came to the quick conclusion that if she didn’t do something fast, Arafel would most likely lose that part of his memory forever. “This,” she said, “is probably what needs repairing.” She stepped onto the bridge and immediately felt unsafe. Her body was beginning to tremble before she took a deep breath and remembered her teachings. “Everything here is fictitious,” she said to herself, “Everything. It’s just a figment of Arafel’s imagination and cognitive abilities. No physical harm can come to me in this place unless I believe it to be true.” She looked around the bridge as she walked down, no longer tricked by appearances. As she approached the broken part, she kept walking, as if it wasn’t there and as if it was complete. She stood on seemingly nothing, the cables suspending the bridges snapped and broken, dangling with the invisible breeze. She closed her eyes and eased the structures in place. Pictured in her mind a completed bridge and the projected that thought. It wasn’t perfect, but slowly pieces of wood and stone reshaped and reformed, mashing together one on top the other, connecting together to form a makeshift repair across the canyon. “Wow,” Ellie laughed, “I really have a knack for this.” -----Arafel----- His mind snapped back together, with a rush of nausea and a splitting headache he realized everything. The first thought, and the most important of them all, hit him first in a wave. Unfortunately, Ellie couldn’t get swept out of his mind in time and, thus, was stuck feeling the revelations with him. She, soon enough, would know everything too. “Alright, here we go.” He said, Misa sitting cross legged to the side watching Ariel, Ryuzaki, and himself, ready to cut any of them down if need be. He never tried anything like this before, but Ariel said she’d help, so hopefully he’d be able to. Something, or rather someThing, came over him and he could feel a strange surge of power enter him--no not power just an ease of pressure, as if he was holding his breath and now he could breath, as if the weight of gravity was lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly, Time magic became that much easier. The first part did, anyway, he felt like he could take an army with him now. He searched relentlessly through flow of time. It was represented in a way he’d never seen before, not once in his lifetime had he ever seen magic coalesce like this. He was on a road, Ariel and Ryuzaki at his side. The road was yellow, golden, like the Wizard of Oz. it went straight in both directions, continuing on forever in both the past and the present. There was nothing around them off the roads, over each side was just a swirl of strange colors, mixing and dancing around them, overhead and underneath. The road was yellow, reality around them was a rainbow, and Ariel, Ryuzaki, and Arafel were black and white. No pigment showed on them--except their eyes, their eyes were all colored normally. “Weird…” Arafel said outloud. Ariel opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, instead strange letters and hieroglyphs did, they flowed in a direction behind them. Arafel didn’t need to be told that he needed to follow him. He kept following them, and Ariel continued speaking. The words eventually stopped, breaking and shattering, unable to continue. “So,” he said, “this must be it.” Ryuzaki spoke to him, Ariel was clearly occupied, unable to stop her rambling. “Listen, Arafel, she’s speaking The Story of Things,” Arafel looked confused, he had no way of knowing just how important of a secret Ariel was entrusting to him, “She only speaks this to beings of extreme power and influence, beings whose fate affects the world, Things like Me, Things like Ezralda.” Arafel nodded his head, “So obviously whatever is happening here isn’t supposed to be happening, and it’s really important.” “Exactly,” Ryuzaki said, “that’s what I was trying to get at, whatever is behind there is literally breaking the Story of Things, it isn’t supposed to happen.” Arafel nodded, “Then let’s go find out what it is so we can stop it.” -----Ellie----- She didn’t want to see anymore. It hurt having another person’s memories forced into your own. She was bleeding into Arafel’s mind, literally, unable to pull away, when she touched her hands to her nose she found it bloody. The same was for her ears and eyes. She tried and tried and tried, but she couldn’t pull away; couldn’t pull wretch her mind away from this, she was scared that her conscious was about to merge with Arafel’s or Arafel’s with hers. There was a very real chance of her literally becoming a voice in Arafel’s head. Arafel’s strange and most prominent recent memory continued, forcing Ellie to her knees, leaving her completely motionless in pain, but also completely aware of what he was thinking: Arafel reached out and touched that part of the rainbow swirl, sending the three of them tumbling into the events of the past as flies on the wall, ghosts of the future sent to observe, unable to interfere. A young girl was strapped to a chair in what looked like a research lab. She wasn’t unconscious, she was awake and her eyes were moving back and forth. “Ezralda?” Ryuzaki said, “Is that her, from years ago?” Around her were several people. A man in a suit, “Erevis.” Ryuzaki growled. Behind Ezralda, with her hands around her head, looking down into her eyes, was a fairy. She wasn’t huge, her skin was an opulent pearl and her hair was a shining blue, her eyes were glazed over and glowing a shining ceon. She had a massive set of wings, they were resting on the ground and they were resting, dragging on the ground at her sides. They were angelic in grace and appearance. “The Queen?!” Ryuzaki said, more confused than anything. “What is that we are witnessing?” The usually calm Ryuzaki was beginning to grow angry. The events in the room began to play out, as if someone pushed the play button on the remote that controlled the past, and Ryuzaki silenced himself to watch. “Your Majesty,” The scientist standing awkwardly in the corner said. He was old, wrinkled face and graying hair. His stereotypical white lab coat was stained with a dark red blood--Ezralda’s blood to be specific, there were lacerations down her arms and in her sides, around parts of her head. “Nothing of modern medicine can remove that right eye of hers; it repairs itself to quickly. A shame too, because I think it will really help us control that alien metal we discovered--they appear to be of similar origin and biological makeup.” The Queen nodded her head, “Then we will use matters of Magic to deal with it.” The room got colder, glass beakers begin to crack and the scientists’ glasses did as well. Frost appeared on Erevis’ hair. “If she somehow incapacitates me, Erevis, kill her. Something this radical is a threat to our plans and shouldn’t be allowed to live.” Ezralda was suddenly able to speak again, and she yelled. “Get out of my head!” The Queen simply smirked, “Get out. Get out. GET OUT. GET! OUT!” Even as she spoke it it became clear to all witnessing that she was losing the battle, the Queen laughing and Ezralda’s black eye beginning to freeze and crack, more so than it originally was--pieces flying out in all directions haphazardly. Ezralda suddenly went limp; her black eye oozing and dripping to the ground, evaporating. Erevis sighed, “That was close.” He laughed, “Is all well now, will she continue down the path as a normal one of your monarchs or do we still have to worry about her in the future?” The Queen shook her head, “She will never be suitable for the crown, I’m afraid,” Erevis frowned but she continued, “Do not worry, I will strip her of the powers of the Royal Fae, of course the Magic of Winter will still course through her veins, but she’ll never be powerful enough to fight me--or any of the rest of the royal family for that matter. I will exile her to Earth, again, only this time there is no Dragon to protect her. She’ll live a terrible life of exile and distrust.” The Queen laughed, “After I tamper more with her mind and break it, shatter it, freeze normal impulses for regular cognitive abilities. In the next decade or so it probably won’t create to huge a difference, but give it a while and she’ll cause an inevitable self destruction ” “Good,” The scientist nodded, “now that we have the last variable under control, it looks like we can continue on our plan to reveal the paranormal to the public. Ezralda will be on of our case files. Perfect.” “That eye,” Erevis hissed, “what is that thing?” The Queen said, “It’s a genetic marker amongst us Fae,” Erevis’ ears perked up, “it means she’s the reincarnation of an old and ancient Queen, she’s inevitable to one day rule the Kingdom of Winter and usher in a new Golden Age for the world of both the Supernatural and the Humans, the last time we had on on record was when all four Kingdoms of the Fae were in a war that threatened to destroy the whole world. The Fae at that time, brought into the war with with them every supernatural and magical force conceivable. Each of our worlds participated in this war, it’s a well kept secret, Erevis, one that like many others you’ll learn about when you become a Master Vampire. A fairy of Summer Court rose up though, she had a black eye identical my daughters, and she had such great power that she ended the war, defeating each ruling class of fairies herself. She ushered an age of fairness into the Fairy and Human worlds that put them back on the path of mutual growth.” Erevis nodded, “Ahh, good thing this threat has been taken care of then. Next we--” Arafel lost it, and in the next instant they were all back in the underground temple, gathered in a circle, Misa watching intently. Ryuzaki’s rage was palpable. “I only met Ezralda once when she had that eye, and I never thought anything of it.” He shook his head, “I know exactly where that is too, it’s on Nirvana, underground somewhere; probably the main island. We were there doing recon before some things went wrong and I had to escape--barely with my life for that matter. I thought Ryuk was dead until he reappeared later; that strange black metal on his left arm.’ Ariel nodded, “We must stop the Queen from doing this to Ezralda.” “And,” Arafel said, standing up, “We have to stop the world from revealing the secrets of the supernatural.” Ryuzaki nodded, “But we must first think, and plan, and understand everything that could possibly go wrong.” Arafel shook his head, “This revelation about the story of things, it’s making me think, and here’s what i think. The Story of Things was only broken in that one spot, right, it rebuilt itself around that?” Ariel nodded her head, “That means that all of us meeting, you becoming a Master Vampire, all of this--”He waved his hands around--”It’s all part of the Story of Things and it’s going to happen.” Ariel nodded her head and so did Ryuzaki, “We’ve gotta do it guys. Me and Misa are gonna’ go to Nirvana and check this out.” Arafel shook his head, “I know this is the right thing to do, and I still think that all of us will meet each other, all of us will fight some epic battle together and meet again--only this time it won’t be against Ezralda it’ll be with her.” Ryuzaki nodded his head, “It never did feel right killing her.” Arafel shook his head too, “I felt the same way.” Ariel was physically shaking, “The Things have been speaking this to me the whole time, and it took me until now to listen…” -----Misa----- She knew she was going to die. Now that her bloodlust had worn off and her bestial instincts were subsiding, she began to feel the after effects of everything she had done. “So this is it,” She says to herself, laying on the floor of the dungeon, “This is what we get for trying to change something in the past.” She coughed and threw up, she couldn’t tell if it was her blood or the blood she had just ate, “Arafel was right, Time really doesn’t like to be fucked with.” The extremities of her body were for the most part healed, but it was inside of her that wasn’t ever going to. Using her demon as recklessly as she did took a serious toll on her body, her legs and arms were essentially wet noodles--the muscles no longer functioning to do anything except letting her stand for a few seconds at a time. Had she been able to receive proper nourishment after the battle perhaps she would have been able to heal fully. She subconsciously reached to her side to pull out her falchion and use it as a crutch. “Damn,” She coughed, “forgot. Looks like I don’t have that anymore.” She fell down on the ground. She put her arms under her and tried to get back up, “I haven’t not had those swords at my side since the Sultan gifted them to me after the Battle of Tours.” She was able to roll on her back, “This is a fitting end, I suppose.” Even though she was close to death, her sense were just as sharp and she could hear the pitter patter of Ariel’s tiny feet coming down the stairs. Damn. The world won’t just let me die without having to make me sad first, huh? Next she heard her strange mumbled speech and the bars disintegrate into sand. She wasn’t going to let Ariel see her like this, she wasn’t going to be picked up by her friend who had already done so much for her. In her last moments, Misa would give Ariel at least that. Misa was able to pull herself up and walk out, she may be dying, but she was still a Hero of Winter, and she wouldn’t be reduced to crawling. Maybe for any of the others, but not Ariel. She would see one of her truest friends--her truest living friend--on her feet, as if nothing was wrong. She’d known Ariel since before the concept of Algebra existed, although back then they weren’t on the best of terms, but as time went on and as the world has a way of doing it thrust the two of them together, or rather Ryuk did, and since then the two of them had become close. She learned quickly that you couldn’t hide anything from Ariel, Misa knew that, however you also couldn’t read Ariel’s face for anything, even seeing her friend knocking on death’s door would barely make the woman frown. Or so Misa thought. Misa saw Ariel’s body shake with frustration and rage, she whispered something, but Misa didn’t catch it. Instead, Ariel just hugged her. -----Ariel----- This was it. Her brain was breaking, shattering, her psyche separating and crumbling apart. She was reverting the child-like version of herself--a version that was very impulsive and powerful, guided only by the Nature of Things and her own selfish desires. She could feel herself losing her grip on reality and delving into that side of her, deeper than she ever had before. “NO!” She screamed inside her head, “Not now! There is still too much to do, to many wrongs to right, I need to be whole for only a little longer.” If she snapped now she knew it would be for the last time, she would never completely become one with her psyche again. She snapped herself back to reality. They were inside Ariel’s room, it was extremely basic. A small, twin sized bed, wooden floors, and a stand up lamp were all that was in the room. There was a window, to that the bed was placed under. Ariel was constantly arguing with Elizabeth about her room, Elizabeth hated that she lived in such a small and cramped space--it was probably as big as Izzy’s closet. Ariel wouldn’t give it up though, a ghost of Prideux’s past showed it to her, and ever since then she just felt at home in it; besides she spent most of her time in Izzy’s workshop anyways. The only thing personalized about it was a a large carpet that she had stuck to the wall, it was an elaborate tapestry of the Kaaba in Mecca. It was small, but invaluable to her. The Things it spoke of were Friendship, someThing that didn’t usually speak. Misa had given it to her. Misa was in her bed, awake but distant. Ariel didn’t know how much more time she had left. Misa handed her a small square, it was an SD card. “I forgot until just now, or well it didn’t really matter until just now.” Misa laughed, and Ariel took it, “Arafel said that this is it and that he found it. Whatever ‘it’ was.” Misa smiled and Ariel did not, “All is well, he said he did it. He said he found the exact time and place and that it was recorded on this.” Ariel was still at a loss for words, Misa spoke for her, “Please tell Elizabeth thank you for always having a bed and warm meal for me. Thank all the others for all they’ve done and all the blood they’ve spilt and that if I could do it all over again, the only thing I would change is that I’d spend more time here, and I’d spill more of my blood so all you could spill less of yours.” “Of course, Misa.” “And, Ariel, tell Ryuzaki, not to lose and to change this garbage.” Ariel laughed a little bit, and said, “When you get to wherever it is that we go when we die--for some reason it’s the one Thing the Things don’t know--say hello to Ryuk for us.” Misa closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep for the last time, and as she did she remembered. She popped them back open, startling Ariel a little bit, she tried to speak but it had become unbearably hard. No, not yet. How could I forget?! Then she remembered, Time. It didn’t like to be fucked with, it put these thoughts at the back of her mind so she wouldn’t think about them, took advantage of her emotions and had her spill her heart before she could say what was most important, what she had spent all this time and made this sacrifice for and now it was strangling her, pushing her closer and closer to death. She wouldn’t let it win. “Samantha!” She said, “She’s alive Ariel!” Ariel was blank for a moment before realization hit her, “Samantha? She died, we all saw it! You, Ryuk, and I.” “Yes, but it appears not. She has control over the strangest and most powerful of things I’ve ever seen! I lost in battle to them, before I was captured. I know she has something to do with all of this” Ariel shook her head, thinking, and it hit her in a wave. Ryuk’s corpse was missing. It consisted of a completely Nameless Thing. Something that she often considered otherwordly. Samantha was alive. She was so close, what else was she missing? Misa was fading, and Ariel was shaking her, trying to get her to say more and explain what she meant. She had to have had three quarters of the pieces to the puzzle but she was just missing a few more pieces. Misa tried to hold on, she just had a little more. Crescent Moon. She could only think it, for her thoughts were not able to be verbalized in any way shape or form. This was it for her, if she was knocking on death’s door before, now Death was opening it and she was stepping across the threshold. I’ll say hello to Ryuk for you, Ariel. She said internally, since that was all she could do, I wish I could have said more. Ariel shook Misa more and more, but she was gone. Ariel pounded her palms on her head and said in a whisper, “Samantha?” -----Sookie----- “If I leave Reason stays. Period.” Elijah shook his head, they’d been arguing with her about this for a while now, “Sookie, we need all hand on deck for this, they will be safe here. Elizabeth has family here who will watch them.” Reason was off to the side of Sookie, awkwardly not trying to take a side, it was clear to Reason that at this moment she didn’t have much of a choice, she was at the whim of an angry Sookie. “No,” Sookie said, “even if Reason is with them they won’t be that much safer, I know that, but they like her and they are scared. If Elizabeth is going to dedicated elsewhere than at the very least Reason will stay.” Elijah just sighed and said, “Alright, alright, I don’t really fucking care right now, Sookie.” He took a deep breath to focus his thoughts and said, “Alright, well we have to go to South America anyway right now and investigate the hideout of these people who attacked us. Sookie we need you for that. There isn’t anyone else with your tracking skills.” Sookie was shaking she was so angry, “Alright, whatever, but we’re there for two hours, at the most, I’m not up for being away from my children, Elijah.” “Yah, that’s fine, Sookie, it shouldn’t even take that long. And if it does I’ll just gate you back.” Willow walked over, “What are you talking about, South America?” “Yah, that’s where our interrogation of our hostage led us to.” “No, no, absolutely not, Elijah.” Willow was taking an uncharacteristically firm approach, “That is a trap, if I had to put money on it, my family will pick off whichever ones of us are stupid enough to go there.” Sookie butted in, “Willow, we don’t have much of a fuckin’ choice here. We are all forgetting that they took Ryuk’s corpse. They violated it and they are going to pay for that. One more step in the direction of the people who have it is reason enough for me to risk a trap. Willow shook her head, “I think that was just to antagonize us, Sookie.” Sookie’s rage was palpable. “I’ll antagonize you, Willow.” -----Ariel----- She stepped in the room in the midst of a heated argument between Willow and Sookie. She ignored it though, and her appearance distracted them enough for their tempers to cool. She went straight for Michael. Elizabeth tried to come up to her and speak, but Ariel blew past her, “Michael we need to speak of summoning Ryuzaki immediately.” And that quieted the room in an instant. Even Sookie didn’t have much to say to that, things did seem dire, however. “And also, Ellie’s work on Arafel needs to be completed now.” Her tone brokered no argument, Ariel was angry, she was determined. Time. She cursed, It’s getting in the way of everything, now that I’m not clouded by its misconceptions I can see it. The docile and cohesive team that the Heros of Winter are were at each other's; throats arguing over tactics and strategies, something that was entirely strange for them to do. Even the usually mild mannered Elijah is frustrated. Can I afford to tell Michael about our revelations? But what if he is influenced? No not yet, not until I’m sure. Elizabeth was at Ariel’s side now, Michael just opened his eyes wide at her question and said, “First thing’s first Ariel, how is Miss. Misa doing? I assume you went to visit her?” Ariel took a deep breath and said, “Misa is dead, she was unable to recover from her injuries sustained in her last battle.” The room was shocked, yet again, into silence. Elizabeth reached out her hand to Ariel but she just tried to ignore it. Mourn later. “We need to get Ryuk’s body back.” Sookie stepped forward, “Fuck yeah, we do.” She said, “we’re going now, come on Elijah.” Elijah said, “I really think Reason should come along, in terms of fighting, she’s a wild card and that’ll keep anyone else their on their toes.” Sookie nodded, Reason stepping up towards them. Ariel cut them off though, “No, Reason you have another job.” This is how they are supposed to work. Ariel internalized, Time may be persistent, but it’s also subtle. If i nudge it along it looks like it’s subtlest of things won’t seem to work. It still got Misa killed though. “Reason you need to go to the Land of the Fae and speak with the now Winter Princess. Mostly this, you need to tell me what her eyes look like.” Michael finally spoke, he seemed disturbed by the death of Misa, everyone did. It was clear though Ariel was distraught, she was just trying to deny it by focusing on other things. “Ariel, good graces, what fire has been lit under you?” He shook his head and chuckled, “Do you wish to hear of our plans for the coming attack from the assassins?” “Yes, but in time,” Ariel said, “First and foremost, Samantha, a powerful witch whom we all thought was dead--well not really all, just Misa and myself as we are the only ones who met her--is alive and is the one who killed Misa.” “Wait, do you mean?” Sookie asked, stepping forward, “You can’t really be fucking telling me that she’s alive. It’s not that Samantha, is it?” “Yes, Sookie,” Ariel said, “it is that Samantha. Ryuk’s beloved.” “Alright, alright, alright,” Michael said to Ariel, “While Misa’s death is disconcerting, what is even more disconcerting is that you you wish to summon Ryuzaki--when you know damn well that he specifically said not to.” “Yes, I understand that,” Ariel said, “however desperate times, Michael.” “We could significantly compromise whatever it is he’s doing, you know as well as any of us just how secretive those Master Vampires can be and whatnot.” “Michael, we can’t waste time discussing this any further, I cannot disclose things in detail, however I don’t think we have much more time left. Literally.” She turned to Sookie and Elijah, “Get to South America and back quickly. We can’t afford for you guys to be absent for too long.” She then turned to Reason, “Remember what I told you about her eyes, get there and back just as quickly.” Ariel turned to Michael, waiting for his response and if he had any idea on how to get ahold of Ryuzaki. They all powerful vampire always did have a way of showing up just in time to save the day, so perhaps he would walk onto the property any minute now. -----Samantha----- The moment Raphael dismissed them she left as well, she didn’t care too much for the company of the Crescent Moon. She did, at times though, miss the young girl Sophia. She wondered what she was up to at the moment. Samantha was on her back to Brazil, trying to guess if she was going to take Sookie alive or dead. “For Ryuk’s sake,” She said picking her nails, “I should take her alive.” She leaned back in the posh seat. She was on a newly stolen jet--well not so much stolen as enthralled, she overpowered the pilots and forced them to fall into her control. “Such a pity that the world had to delve in this direction, I really miss travel back in the early 2000’s and even up until the discovery of our ‘kind’.” As she neared the drop off point she, and the rest of her escorts followed her. The massive behemoth of a man known as The Brawler scooped her up and jumped backwards--tearing through the metal hull of the aircraft and sending them tumbling down below. The remaining six followed suit as well. As the dense jungle and beach began to come into view Samantha couldn’t help but think just how beautiful of a country this was. “You would have really loved it here, wouldn’t you, Ryuk?”
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  13. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    -----The Knight----- He stepped through the front door of the hide out, all in the room whipping their heads at his appearance. This would come as a shock to them, he knew, after all is was very rare that the Right Hand of the Crescent Moon made her appearance to anyone besides Raphael himself. He wore plated metal armor that was dark gray and worn, a crimson red sash went across his chest. At his waist were strips of crimson red fabric that hung loosely and Incorporated themselves into his belt, the clip of the belts was a red gym that radiated a glowing orange. Seeping out of the cracks of his armor was glowing red energy. In his left hand he wore a large shield and at his side was a medieval sword to match. His helmet faceplate was down, concealing his face. Upon stepping through the room he scanned the entirety of it; spending nearly thirty seconds doing so before taking a position with his back to the window, nearly all eyes in the room on him. -----Samantha----- Her feet touched the ground gently, making no noise as she moved through the crowded streets, people moved away from her like the current of a river flows around a rock. They were doing so on a completely subconscious level, her magical stature and power forcing others away from her and her escort naturally. She wore a long road cloak with sleeves for her arms. The cloak had a large hood and it was clipped in the center of her chest by a large, red clip. Underneath her cloak she had on a black elastic top designed like a one piece bathing suit. In the center of her head was a red gem, embedded beneath the skin. On either side of the gym was a pair of eyes consisting entirely of orange-red energy. The man next to her, whom she was interlinked arms with, was a true behemoth. -----The Brawler----- He was nearly six and a half feet tall, well towering over the average person. His shoulders were broad and his body was dense with muscle. He was wearing a sleeveless red vest with large crimson red shoulder pads. His bare chest was covered with a heavy metal armor and his sleeveless arms had a sort of leather and metal gauntlets on them. His left arm was held in a crook with the small women's--next to him she seemed dainty. His right arm hung loosely at his side, orange and red energy wafted off of it like smoke from a burning candle. Over his face was a large metal helmet with a cross cut into it for him to see out of. They approached their destination and the woman broke off, opening the public door and walking up the steps. The man waited outside, standing in front of and blocking the doorway with his massive frame. -----The Assassin----- She lurked hidden in the shadows, completely unseen and unknown by all around her. She would move from alleyway to alleyway, rooftop to rooftop, always within range of Samantha, never letting her get but a few yards away and staying concealed as an expert would. A black cloak hid her body from site, but every few steps a part of her dark red, leather armor would stick out, or her black boots, or her belt that housed many different weapons. Wrapped in a coil around the belt was a roped weapon of sorts, dangling silently. On her face she wore a cloth mask covering only her mouth. Here eyes were a dark red. When Samantha entered the building, the assassin moved to take up her position, moving around the brawler without even the faintest breeze of wind to give her away, slipping between him and the door frame like a snake, and crouched in the shadows under the stairwell. -----The Marksmen----- Across the building where Samantha had entered stood a figure clad in a mix of heavy and lightweight armor. Over his shoulder and arms were heavy, crimson red plates with orange runes etched into them. His face was covered by a metal mask, a scarf covering the top and side of his head, wrapping around the front. Over his body he had a grey and brown tattered tunic, with heavy black boots. In each hand was a lethal weapon--a large gun of glowing orange energy, modelled to look like a flint lock pistol. He stood with each gun in hand, ready to fire, staring across the street at the building Samantha had entered. -----The Berserker----- His massive frame flung itself through the air. With a single leap his mighty strength sent him flying until crashing onto the roof of the building Samantha had entered, shaking it to its foundation. Over his head was a massive helmet of corroded metal, it was bolted in place to his collar bone. He was bare chested, wearing nothing except for a pair of tattered red pants and worn, black leather boots. In each hand was a mace that dragged onto the building, chains of orange energy connecting them to a massive steel ball. -----The Fencer----- He was about a mile down the street, sitting on a bench, blending in with the people as if he belonged there. He didn't have swords or fancy armor, at least not with him currently he didn't, he was dressed completely plain with a pair of black boots, blue jeans, and a dark red T-shirt. His black hair was scraggly and hung loosely across his face. His eyes didn't let anything escape, they scanned every person that passed, ensuring that no threat would by pass him unnoticed. The road to the building Samantha had entered was a dead end, completely inaccessible from any other Street except this one. He would act as their forward, covert security. -----The Valkyrie----- Her body was positioned atop the Sears Tower, her heightened eyes peering in every direction; looking down at the populace like a hawk to a field mouse. Her body was clad in crimson and black armor, across her back was a long spear and sheathed at her side was a slim and sharp longsword. From her back sprouted massive wings of orange and red energy, they were coiled in. Her head moved slowly from side to side, scanning everywhere. She had on a metal mask with a large X for eye slits. -----The Archer---- Atop the John Hancock center stood a woman who’s longbow was nearly larger than her. She didn't wear much armor, instead she she wore black pants and a black shirt. Over that she wore crimson red gloves and a long crimson scarf that was wrapped completely around her head, only exposing a small slit for her eyes--they shined through the shadows of the scarf, a fierce and fiery orange. Her bow string radiated a burning red energy and the arrows in her quiver did the same. -----Samantha----- She stepped into the impromptu safe house gracefully, her otherworldly four eyes casting light in the dim room. She walked over to the table where Sophia was sitting and took a seat, "Honestly, Sophia, could you not have picked a more dismal location for a safe house? I mean really? There are so many abandoned estates that would do nicely, castles in the European country side, maybe even the White House?" Samantha laughed, "Oh well, I suppose it won't matter anyway, we have Ryuk's corpse in custody now. I've already planted the bait to trap Sookie and draw her out. That's two thirds of the formula. The last remaining thing we need for the ritual is the location. I do hope you lot didn't manage to screw that up as well?" -----Misa----- Misa’s thoughts were scrambled as she lay in the bed asleep. Her tortured mind speaking to her in fragments. In an instant and a spark of reality, it pieced itself back together and she regained clarity as to where she was, what she was doing, and why she needed to do it. She flashed back to a few months ago. “That’s it Misa,” Arafel and her were inside what used to be a top secret bunker on the island of Nirvana, now it was an abandoned husk--hidden away from society and completely in tact, a time capsule of a previous time when mundane and supernatural kept their distance from one another. Arafel was bent over at a large computer terminal, the monitor sixty inches across and the key panel a complicated array of buttons, dials, switches, and key boards. He had his own portable computer plugged into the larger one, and several cables connecting them. “I’ve just finished downloading all the information I could possibly get, thirty terabytes worth of documents, videos, spreadsheets, blueprints, and who knows what else.” He shut his laptop and began to put it away inside his backpack. Misa was acutely aware of him, instead focusing her attention on the outer passages ways. “There’s only one more place we need to go,” As he punched keys into one of the panels and a holographic map appeared in front of him, projecting three dimensionally from the screen, “It should be about five floors down, room B895.” Misa nodded to him, “Let’s get going then, I think something followed us in here. I can’t hear, see, or smell it, but I definitely feel it.” “We better hurry then,” Arafel said stepping away from the terminal and walking towards the entrance, this was just the icing on the cake, the real reason why I needed to get here is where we are going next.” Misa stepped into the deserted hallway and Arafel followed, “How sure are you that you’ll be able to rewrite this miserable future?” Misa asked. Arafel smiled at her and followed, “Not sure at all, but we need to try something. As it stands everything we’re doing is causing the timeline more damage.” He paused for a second and got serious, “We need to make a more drastic change, and for that to happen I need to know more about the past. More than what I got just a glimpse of. I have to know for sure about Ezralda.” -----Arafel----- He woke up to find his face bandaged. He could see out of his left eye, but his right one was covered up. He mumbled an incoherent babble of, “Jesus Christ, fucking shit donkeys.” He could hear some type of mumbling next to him, but he couldn’t quite make out what was being said. He self diagnosed himself with a severe concussion, staying awake was hard enough. “Arafel,” He could see a little better now, his blurred vision focusing together to form the face of a small child. Well, the body of a small child that is--long straight blonde hair and bright green eyes--but the mind of something inhuman. “Arafel,” She repeated and he muttered more incoherent babble, “Arafel, can you hear me?” He finally was able to get his senses together and he said, “Yes, yes,” He brought his hand up to his head and touched the bandages, “Yah, I hear you Ariel.” Ariel sighed, “Good, the things are talking still. Even Wind is scared of what’s to come.” Arafel looked at her and she kept speaking, she was visibly concerned, “Who caught you guys? And how did they find you anyway? And how did they fight both you and Misa and beat you both?” “Ariel,” He said, legitimately confused, “what the hell are you talking about?” -----Misa----- “Whatever you saw,” she said, “it seems to have both you and Ariel on edge.” “Not on edge, Misa, it’s giving us some hope.” The world had gotten increasingly more on edge, Ariel had noticed, and the only person that Ariel shared these concerns with were Ryuzaki, Misa, and Arafel--Misa and Ryuzaki because she had known them the longest, and, Arafel because he was the only one with the ability to change it. Elizabeth couldn’t know, or so Arafel said, the less people knew about them trying to change the future the better. He said multiple times how near impossible it was. She recalled the last time they were all together discussing this. “You gotta’ remember,” Arafel said, “time is a weird thing, changing it is nye impossible. The course that it wants to take will be the course it takes ninety-nine percent of the time. It just has a way of warping itself around whatever we change and doing what it wants to anyway. I think the only way we are going to make such a big change is by changing something equally as large.” He paused for a moment, saying, “I don’t think that this was the course time is supposed to take,” Arafel said, “I think that something happened that wasn’t supposed to. Somebody, or more likely something, changed the course of time to result in the disastrous reality we live in today. I’ve been working on a pretty complex theory that time is a living thing, and like any living thing it has a serious sense of self-preservation. It doesn’t make sense to me that it would create in its own course, its own destiny, such a terrible reality. After all as Ariel has said the ‘things’ as she refers to them are screaming that time is coming to an end.” He rubbed his chin and said, “Here’s what I think happened, I think that the time stream was altered somehow, something BIG happened that wasn’t supposed to, so now time thinks that that is what has to happen, so it’s keeping us on course for that to happen. We just have to find out what that big thing was. Maybe it’s the Master Vampires, Ryuzaki it might be and it’s worth checking up on, and maybe all these warning signs are for not, but I think that that our best bet is my current theory.” “Misa,” He snapped her back to reality, she had been following him and they were near the room they needed to be in now. A large “B895” placard onto the wall above the door. Arafel stepped through and Misa followed, there was nothing in the room except for a small desk, a filing cabinet, and a DSLR camera. Arafel walked over to the camera and picked it up. His eyes got wide as he touched it, as if he was seeing something. “This is it!” He exclaimed, it was in the room in my vision, they were recording it!” He tried to turn it on but it wouldn’t work. “Shit, dead batteries.” He opened the bottom of the camera and removed the SD card out of it. He then went over to the filing cabinet and began digging through the files. She could see him closing his eyes and concentrating. Mumbling something to himself before exclaiming, “‘Case File F-1365-Princess’! That’s what was written on the dry erase board in my vision!” He dug through the file with increasing devotion now before he found the one he was looking for.” Misa had her back to him, standing in the doorway, her hand gripped at her hip around her falchion. “Arafel, we need to leave here quickly.” He nodded, walking over to her and handing her the SD card, “Split up the results, that way if one of us doesn’t make it back--” She took it from him and nodded, hiding it in a sash around her waist, “Makes sense.” The both started walking away, Misa speaking to him again, “We’ve learned a significant amount over these last months. The Crescent Moon--a group we previously barely knew existed--are extremely close to creating an ‘Eternal Night’ and to do it they need Ryuk’s corpse, also they are hunting Sookie for her blood for the same reason.” Arafel couldn’t help but smile, “Misa that is just the tip of the iceberg! With what I just found out I think I know what we can change to fix everything! It all makes sense now, those visions I had a while ago, Ezralda going crazy, the Crescent Moon. It’s all connected, something has been playing the whole world all this time! Getting all it’s chess pieces into place for this one moment. Jesus Christ, Misa, if we don’t get back soon to stop all this there’s going to be some real shit going down.” “Arafel,” Misa said, ending his rant “Stop talking and start walking faster. We need to get out of here, now.” She was careful not to raise her voice, though, maintaining as normal a tone and volume as possible. Arafel looked confused, “Misa what you talking about? You’re worrying me. In fact, you’ve been acting strange the whole time we’ve been down here. What’s up?” “I can feel something hunting us.” Arafel nodded and didn’t reply, he’d known Misa long enough to rely on her sense of perception. It was too late, though, because that was the last time Misa saw Arafel until she was captured and tried to rip into his flesh. A man clad in black swooped him, and nearly her, up a net and tendrils of shadows--like tentacles they came out and grabbed him, pinning him to the wall and crushing him. They tried to work their way around Misa but she cut them down with her kukri before any could get near her. Arafel froze time. “Misa, I’m accelerating time for you and your body by an exponential amount. You’ll be able to leave this place in a matter of seconds.” Misa tried to protest but Arafel wasn’t having it, “No, Misa, you need to get that information to Ariel and the others,” “Arafel, if you get captured then it doesn’t matter because we can’t do anything to change it!” “Just go! I can’t stop time for much longer and we can’t risk losing! Take that video to Ariel and Ryuzaki and then come get me with the others. I’ll be fine!” She didn’t want to leave him, Misa wasn’t one to abandon her friends, but she knew he was right. Just as time was beginning to unfreeze itself and she could feel her body be accelerated she said to him, “I’m not leaving you, Arafel, we will be back for you, I promise.” -----Elizabeth----- “Elijah, get me more bags of blood from the cellar!” She was yelling at him, flustered. Her hair was curly and sparking with purple electricity. She had a metal wire in each hand and they were connected to two pads on Misa’s chest. Misa was laying face up, eyes glazed over and semi-conscious. She was stuck in some weird coma-like state for a while now. Elizabeth was attempting to shock her back into reality. Elijah bounded through a gate, several bags of blood in hand, “Izzy, I got seven.” “Good,” She said, “rip one open and dump it on her.” Elijah looked shocked for a moment before doing just as she said, pouring the red blood all over Misa’s chest and face--drenching her in the smell of blood. “Michael said she was starving so let’s hope that the smell of blood along with four hundred and fifty volts will wake her up.” -----Misa----- She came back to reality in a rush, her body burnt and bruised. For a moment she was conscious enough to realize that she was no longer in danger--she vaguely remembered in an out-of-body-sort-of-way that Michael had shown up and saved the day, but that reality was slowly fading as instinct took over and the smell of blood washed over her. She had forgotten how hungry she was. Someone was holding her down, but it only took her a brief moment to overpower him. She sent him flying across the room with a crash. She made a dash for a curly haired women, however she was met with a repulsive shock of electricity. She was frozen in place by it, her muscles refusing to budge and frozen by the sudden surge of electricity coursing through them. -----Elizabeth----- Elizabeth had both hands extended and was pumping a strong and steady current into Misa’s body, immobilizing her. “Elijah,” She called over to him, and he rushed over to her. His head was bleeding from his crash. “Elijah, open a gate under her into the dungeon, then throw some of those blood packs down with her!” Elijah did as commanded, Misa hitting the floor with a thump and six of the blood bags with her. In an instant she was tearing into them. Elijah closed the gate, giving her privacy. Elizabeth sighed, exasperated, “Jesus Christ, that was insane. I hope she can recover from that level of insanity.” -----Ariel----- Arafel was completely baffled as Ariel tried to explain the reality and gravity of the situation. He had no recollection whatsoever of the events of the past six months. As far as he was concerned he’d been in a coma. She put her face in her hand, it was a rare display of emotions for her, she usually was stoic. Depravity was beginning to set in and she wasn’t prepared for that--her job as someone who can Speak the Name of Things is to coax them into safety, maintain the balance. How can I do that if everything is truly this lost? She took a deep breath, trying to think. This could have been a temporary memory loss, that much would make sense, except what didn’t make sense is who suffers a six month memory loss? Maybe he forced himself, somehow as unlikely as it sounds, to forget mission so as to not give away information to his captors? Maybe if I reunite him with Misa it will trigger something and he’ll remember? Arafel reached out to Ariel and said, “It’s hazy, but for some reason I feel like I did something, learned something, really important. It’s on the tip of my tongue Ariel, but I just don’t know. I honestly don’t know what happened before I was captured and tortured. I can’t get their faces out of my head!” Ariel regained her composure, trying to comfort Arafel as much as she could, “I was so dizzy and sick, that little boy had some type of trance he could put me in.” Ariel’s eyes popped open, “Arafel, do you remember anybody else?” “Of course, I remember them all.” He began to describe his assailants, “There was a man, he had pretty long, black hair. He tied me up and pulled on strings, it felt like they were connected to my nerves and he was ripping out my bones.” He kept going on and on explaining in detail the men and women who kidnapped him, Ariel listened intently. It was clear, she relieved, that the same people who kidnapped him also attacked the estate. There was no way this could be a coincidence. Arafel and Misa must have discovered something that unnerved them and forced their hand. The attack itself seemed sloppy, Ariel and Elizabeth had discussed that in depth the other night. Arafel’s eyes shot open and he grabbed Ariel, jarring his body and sending jolts of pain through it from the sudden movement, “They’re coming back! Ariel they’re coming! That’s why they left I remember hearing them talk about it!” Ariel tilted her head, “Good,” Her eyes went cold and dead, “we weren’t able to kill any of them last time, now we get another chance.”
  14. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

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  15. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    -----Misa, a few weeks ago----- Her primary goal was to get ahold of Elizabeth, Ellie, Michael, or really any of the Heroes she fought with some time ago. I need to find a trusting mage who can send some type of signal towards them, then Elijah can get to me and I can get out of here, tell them about the Crescent Moon and how close they are. She approached the building she’d been suggested to. It was early still early, a hollowed out convenience store of sorts, glass doors that used to slide open automatically but don't anymore. A neon sign illuminated on the front building read “7/11”. This outpost seemed to have a functioning power grid. She pushed the doors open with ease and entered cautiously, her hand wavering over her concealed kukri, she wouldn't want to use her falchion in close quarters like that. The motion sensor lights flickered on and illuminated the room, the store still had remnants of what once was a convenience store, aisles and a counter with a register. An arrow on a sign led to a stairwell going up, just as the man in the bazaar had told her it would. She walked into the darkened stairwell, at the end she noticed the faint, orange glow of candlelight. She stepped passed the threshold and into the candlelit room that was probably once an office. A round table was in the center of the room and at it sat a woman. She was wearing a crimson red outfit, it was a dress with cutoff sleeves, under that was a black shirt. Her hair was nearly white, short and spiky in the back, and her face was young. She didn't speak to Misa, and instead gestured for her to sit down. Misa went to the nearest chair and did She does not match the description of who the man told me I’d be meeting. The women I'm supposed to see here is old and Armenian. The women spoke to Misa and her voice was harsh and raspy, as if she wasn't use to speaking, “Please, tell me what brings you--” Misa drive her Kukri into the woman's right eye, digging and twisting. She pulled back, jarring her small blade free and standing with her back to the exit, ready to flee. She brought the kukri up to her face in a guard, all senses on high alert, “That was, literally, the worst cover I’ve ever seen,” Misa mocked, “my specific instructions to my liason here were--” The women stood up and Misa tensed. Where her right eye used to be dripped with blood that pooled on the table and the floor--she didn't appear to show any pain whatsoever, though. Misa preemptively began pumping her demon magic into her body, a small enough amount just to heighten her perceptions, this women was certainly inhuman, the extent of which Misa was still trying to determine. The floor beneath the women exploded beneath the force of her feet as she dashed forward, shattering the support beams as she launched forward at Misa. Misa lept backwards and back flipped down the stairs, narrowly evading the crushing grip of her opponent. The women corrected her trajectory just as Misa backflipped, again shattering the building with her leap. This time, Misa couldn't react and was hit hard. The women had led with her shoulder, pounding Misa in the chest and sending her through the glass doors. Misa regained her footing quickly, not trying to think about her wounds and instead just trying to stay alive. She pulled out her falchion and pointed it at the destroyed building. The women emerged, Misa’s kukri sticking out the side of her head. Is she some type of puppet? No, focus on that later, I need to get my kukri back. She smiled, her fangs elongating and her eyes dilating, “Fortunately, I’m well fed.” Her skin became tinted red and a red aura gloomed off her body, her muscles got physically bigger, her body staging sleek though. In a flash she dashed forward, her sword her out to her side with her right hand, whistling through the air. Her opponent was unphased by her advance, she crouched and dashed forward. Misa’s sword swung fast in a lateral arc, the women raised her fist and punched the sword, nearly breaking Misa's wrist from the force of it being transferred through the metal and to her hand. Misa’s left hand darted forward like a viper, clutching onto the kukri and yanking it, driving the women with it to the ground. When she hit the ground, Misa jarred the kukri harder and deeper, caving in her exceptionally hard skull. Misa didn't stop, she pulled the kukri free and reversed her one handed grip on her falchion so she was holding it backwards, and drove it through the center of the woman's chest. She stood up and took a deep breath, it was then that she noticed the dead bodies littered around her. She'd been too focused on the women to fully pay attention, but there was several of them. One of them was the man she talked to earlier about setting up the magical consult, the others were probably his family. She wiped her kukri clean and sheathed it on the back of her thigh, then she wrapped her hand around her blade, unconvinced the threat had passed. The faintest patter of footsteps behind her made her swing full circle, ripping her sword free. A massive beast of a man was only meters away from her, he screamed a war cry and lunged, rearing back with his right fist. Misa saw the attack coming and raised her sword to block, turning it so the broad side would catch his fist, she held on to the back of her sword with the palm of her hand for added support. The man's fist exploded with more force than she could have thought even possible, even with her enhanced muscles he broke her guard, forcing her to step back and sending her sword falling to the ground. She cursed as she saw his left fist exploding forward. She pushed more demonic magic into her body at the last second, getting ready to duck out of the way and then counter. He was a slow and powerful type of fighter, Misa could tell, so all she needed to do was be faster. Her left hand blurred and went to her side, snatching her Kukri. The man's left fist brushed past the top of Misa's head, sending a powerful shockwave in its wake. Misa sprung up just the man reset his pose to throw another powerful right handed blow. I can take a few hits from his left, but if he catches me with a right handed punch I don't know if I'll be able to stand back up. The man's fist drew back in a powerful uppercut. Easy, I'll spin and stab him in the throat with my kukri, then make my escape. Misa turned and, as she did, she felt her left knee explode in pain. She glanced down to see the women whom she thought was dead kneeled over, both hands around Misa's right leg and crushing her knee. The women's bloody and disfigured head dripping blood at Misa's feet. Misa’s distracted gaze was forced skyward as the man's fist made contact underneath her jaw. Her body seemed to float off the ground for a few seconds, the force of the man's punch jarred her entire body and nearly made her blackout. Her body went on autopilot and her demon, for a brief second, was let loose. Misa’s left leg thrusted forward and kicked into the man's chest, sending him several meters backwards, stumbling to regain his footing. Next, her right and left hands wrapped around the woman's neck and Misa wretched backwards, severing the woman's head in a gruesome display of gore. By this time, the man was running back ready to attack again. Misa spun and picked up her fallen sword--her injury to her leg slowing her down severely. The man's right fist came hard and fast and ducked the blow--it was a feint though, she got nailed square in the face by his left hand. She was thrown backwards tumbling. Misa regained herself and steadied her footing, careful not to out weight in her right leg. As it stood. She wiped her nose with her sleeve and it came away wet with blood, the metallic iron of her own blood filled her mouth. I am not going to survive this battle. She thought, her mind racing. She didn't want to, but it looked like she was going to have to give her inner demon even more power than she felt comfortable doing. Fortunately I'm well fed…The last time I did this it resulted in a massacre, I'll have to push it just to the brink of my control. The man was coming at her now, and Misa focused on her inner demon, coaxing it out and feeding it and forcing it to come out. The demon roared inside her in response, red aura flooding off Misa's body and filling the twilight air around her with the essecne of bloodlust and murder. Her tired muscles didn't quiver anymore, her wounds stopped bleeding, her leg stopped aching. The man was close now, his right fist rearing back just as before only this time her prepared more power behind this blow than any other. Misa raised her sword just as she did originally in the beginning of the fight. His fist made contact with her falchion. The man's wrist and fist shattered underneath the force of his own blow. Misa was relentless in her pursuit. She slashed in a powerful downwards arc, slicing open his chest and spewing blood. As he fell forward she dropped her Kukri and grabbed his hair, bashing his face into the cement several times, shattering the pavement. She stood up and grabbed her weapons, taking deep heaving breaths. I've never pushed my limits like this, She thought, I'm still in control though. If I can maintain this state for another ten minutes I can escape and focus on recovery. Misa ran down the road, completely aware that she was still in extreme danger. The street in this area of town before was busy, and now it was completely deserted. She could tell she was still in the enemy's grasp. In front of her, Misa saw another two figures. One man, clad in crimson red just as all the others, holding a longsword and a shield--straight out of the middle ages. The other figure was another women, she had a long bow and was Asian in ethnicity. Misa didn't stop, she raised her falchion and ran faster, there's no way the can anticipate my strength and speed. She moved faster and aimed for the knight, she didn't want another close quarters battle and was fairly confident she could outrun any archers arrows, her sword was met by his shield casually, the knight barely flinching under her strength. She turned her head and readied her Kukri for the archer, but to Misa’s shock she had vanished. The knight pushed against Misa and she reset her stance, he brought his sword down in a powerful slash and she spun inside his guard and around his shirld, her Kukri coming up digging deep into his throat. Just as Misa’s kukri would have met flesh, she felt the sting of several arrows as the flashed into her arm, wrist, hand, and then deflected the kukri. Her left hand went limp at her side and her deflected kukri fell to the ground. The knight pulled back his head and drove it into Misa’s face, blinding her for a brief moment and sending her stumbling backwards. She spun and turned unwilling to give up, I have no choice. I have to let this thing take over, afterwards there's going to be a bloodbath. She swung her sword and, as she did, her body pushed passed every physical and mental barrier she’d put in place. The demonic power inside her surfing forth. The knight raised his shield but Misa was faster, she ducked lower into a crouch and cut off both his legs halfway down his shins. He fell and as he did Misa saw more arrows than she could count flying at her. They peppered her body, some sticking out, some flying all the way through her. She went to jump at the archer, now she could smell her, far away perched ontop a building. In this state and I can leap that in a single bound. She reared back and, just as her feet left the ground, she felt her back explode in pain and was sent flying several meters forward, tumbling through ground and drilling a crater into it. She jumped out of the crater, and dashed at her new assailant. She wasn’t surprised to see it was the same boxer-style fighter she had fought before. These warriors are resilient. He was wearing a different uniform now, though, he was all clad in a crimson and black armor. Over his face was a solid metal mask with a large X for him to see out of. His fists were glowing with a fiery red energy, reverberating power. As Misa ran forward, she was met with several arrows from all directions flying at her legs, pinning them to the ground. She ran free of them, tearing the muscles in her legs to shreds and, even as she was now overwhelmed with power, she was still shocked into stopping at the site of the women standing before her, behind and to the right of the boxer. She was wearing the same style crimson and black armor as the boxer. In her left hand was a shortsword and in her right hand was a spear. Protruding from her back was a pair of wings, the wings consisted of the same fiery red energy that surrounded the boxers fists. Her face was the same as the women she had just decapitated. In the next instant, though, the woman’s face was covered up with a metal mask, just as the boxers. Misa collapsed to the ground, defeated. The knight, now clad in a similar armor as the others appeared behind her, completely unphased and not wounded at all from his amputated feet. He drove her sword into her back. She collapsed to the ground in a pool of blood, gasping for breath. “Don’t worry,” An extremely familiar voice said to her, “I’m not going to let you die.” She pondered for a moment, she knew she’d hear the voice somewhere before. “Samantha?” She rasped, coughing, “”No, no, you died? We saw you die. Ryuk and I, we watched it.” “Shhhh,” The voice Misa could now tell was coming out of the woman's mouth, “don’t worry about any of that right now.” -----Misa----- She’d just managed to escape from the room they were holding her in. She could smell blood, a lot of it, and she knew it was somebody that she knew. The familiar scent filled her nostrils and left her drooling. It was her insatiable bloodlust that gave her the motivation to break free--for weeks now they’d only given her the bare minimum she need to survive, hardly enough to recover from the excessive injuries she had. She was so injured that she couldn’t walk anymore, instead she was dragging her body with her hands against the wall, barely able to support herself. The guard over her cell that she killed was bled dry, she could already feel her body beginning to repair its vital functions. It still wasn’t going to be enough though. She could hear men yelling in another room, “So who’d you call, bitch boy?” She could hear someone spit. She heard the hum of an electric drill and then a scream of pain. She looked through the threshold, finally beginning to get full control of her legs again. She saw a lot of blood. She blacked out. The next thing she knew, she was standing over Arafel--Arafel? How did I know that was his name? Who was he again? Is he a friend? The hunger and bloodlust inside her was making her lose her mind. Doesn’t matter, I guess, just more food. She stalked towards Arafel, still strapped down and unmoving.