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Post by Lillith on Feb 16, 2009 23:39:24 GMT -5
::Normally Lillith would be a little more understanding of Kenny's insecurity, but right now she just stares at Kenny and says the harshest thing that comes to her mind::
Are you kidding me? This isn't just the nightmare talking Kenny, you're always afraid of that. You're acting like I can't handle myself. Look, this won't work if you're always worried that I need saving. I'm not some damsel in distress. You can't just hold back because you're worried I might get hurt. There are a hundred other things going on right now, and I'm not as breakable as you think.
::She sighs::
Look, I'll admit I haven't been as sensitive lately as I could be, but we can't do this right now. We need to find Oliver. We can talk when this is all over.
::She doesn't even wait for an answer before sprinting ahead again::
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Feb 16, 2009 23:45:57 GMT -5
"Think smart for once...your letting your emotions get the best of you...."
::Eva mumbled to herself before jumping in herself prying the claws from Iole::
"I thought you learned not to touch my sister!"
::Eva narrowly dodged the tail and found herself caught by one of Echidna's tongues::
"More...tongues...get off of me already!"
::She swung her blade upward slicing the tongue off of her before finding herself swatted away by one of the claws while Echidna roared with pain::
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Post by Iole on Feb 16, 2009 23:54:32 GMT -5
::Echidna swings and lunges her pincers, trying to catch Eva in her grip, but the lithe and limber angel is too quick for her, and able to block the claws with her blades. The dragon, freed from the monster's grip raises its head and sends a blast of blue fire into its arm. The colorful plating starts to melt and turn a dull gray under the heat of the flames::
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Feb 17, 2009 0:09:03 GMT -5
::Eva cursed slightly as her blade started to roar with flames causing the claws to back away from her::
"Whats wrong I thought you liked fire since you conveniently used it to escape..."
::Eva smirked slightly as Echidna started to try and put more focus on her as the attacks became a bit more aggressive::
"King this, king that, when your creature Typhoon got destroyed did it make you looser than you already were back then?"
::She dodged an incoming tail as Eva continued to taunt Echidna making her more and more focused and enraged as Eva continued to use her natural speed and quickly changed her weapon to the elbow blades as Haste took effect making Eva more faster::
Thats right become more focused on me....maybe just maybe her mind wouldn't be so clouded....well besides with rage for me....
"COME ON is that the best you got? Tsk tsk tsk such a body going to waste because your tooo slow."
::She quickly dodged the claw and tongue before countering with a slash from her elbow blades::
Come on everyone I know your still alive hurry up and help me out here.
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Post by Dante Shadesang on Feb 17, 2009 6:15:11 GMT -5
Dante lies flat on the ground, dazed and unconscious from the slam of the ground as if he was dead. Then... his fingers twitch on the sound of a crack of his Memory Trigger rings into his ears... widening his blood-red eyes. Instantly, with a tightening of his fist, a torrent of water shatters and gushes out through the solid ground below him, getting everyone in the area wet. When the torrent eases down, Dante is no where to be seen other than a gaping hole of water from the docks... But then a rumble is felt heading towards where Eva, Iole, and Echidna are. Again, in an instant, something gushes out from the ground... but it was not a torrent of water. Instead, a snake-like, legless dragon made purely of pressured water headbutts upward at the mouth of Echinda to send her flying up the air and away from Eva and Iole; however, it absorbs the impact as Echinda lands on her 4 feet. The mist of water started to clear to reveal Dante, with a straight face with red-glowing eyes, and Leviathan, the dragon of the seas, sticking out of Dante's right-side back, hissing. Then... It has been a long while, Master-- Eh, eh, not now, Levi... glad I got into control of you sooner than Ifirt. I could get use to this new power... but right now... He throws Unforgiven up the air and grabs it to flick its sheathe off, being thrown aside, and slings Unforgiven on his shoulder. Time we show this woman our toys!... what a horrible cheesy pun, master....... and you owe me a drink after all these years. ... oh, shut up -.-..... and later. He turns to Eva, taking notice of him acting more differently and a year younger... as not being the same person. Eva, babe, aid for the wounded, especially your BFF Rainii while I... oh, forget the pun, just go. Oh, and I'll ex--Echidna starts up to fling rocks at Dante, but he turns back and smirks a bit as Levithan went back into Dante and water encases the blade for a dragon-head hammer head on the tip of the blade. She flings a large rock at him then... Batter... up! He performs the Hammer of Levithan to not shatter the rock but send it back at her as the hammer instantly disintegrates into mist on impact. The large rocks hits the body hard and shatters the armor, revealing Echinda. He was about to pull out his Revolver to take her out... but then he remembered of Iole's determination to change her. He did not care for it as he learned time from time again that ending the conflict without mecry will save lives he could have saved... but... Argh... I.... don't want to Iole to blame Dante for something he didn't do, he whispers to himself. ... if only... then she does it again, as she twist her finger to regenerate her armer. No, no, no, no, no, no! Crap! >.< You're kidding me, right??? If only I can fired something non-lethal while she's exposed. I left my tranquilizer gun at E-- Then a street lamp blinks on above him. Off course!! Kerion, where--He sees Kerion on the ground, possibly knocked out, and his rifle yards and yards away from him. KERION!! WAKEY-WAKEY, PLEASE??? He yells in hopes he can hear him. Dante goes for the rifle, but is uppercut by her pincher attack, flinging him up the air. However, lands feet first with a water splash, dashes forward, and perform Rising Dragon (cookie for those who know where this came from), uppercutting and spinning with Levithan swirling around him, and Fist of Hundred Dragons, punching rapidly forth a fury of dragon head bashes to the body to disintegrate the armor and slow down regeneration. He lands back on the ground and Backslides, tired. He looks up to see her lift a large rock above, ready to crush. Oh crap, KERION! Anytime now! She is about crush him but does a blank punch towards the rock, summoning Levithan to hold back up with its head. Slowly but surely, he leaves an opening for any attack from the others to keep the armor from regenerating any faster if possible... because it was starting back up again and has his hands were full.
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Post by Kerion on Feb 17, 2009 9:39:10 GMT -5
::Kerion weakly gets to his feet after being hit. He staggers as he pulls out what appears to be a tranqulizer gun and loads the serum filled round into it. But due to the attack, his gun arm keeps shaking, throwing his aim off as he couldn't use his other arm to stablize it due to the pain he felt while loading the round. His uncovered eye straining until he feels he's now has a bead on her:: "No guts ::His finger pulls back on the trigger:: no glory!" he whispered to himself ::The round fires form his gun. Things seem to move in slow motion as the round flies through before eventually hitting its mark, striking Rena in the shoulder and injecting the serum into her body.:: "I never miss my mark." ::He drops the gun and craddles his other arm as he felt the pain coursing through it::
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Post by Book of the Twilight on Feb 17, 2009 13:33:18 GMT -5
::The dart hits Echidna in her shoulder as she raises her arm to fix her shell, cutting her off midspell. She shrieks in rage as she recognizes the familiar sting. The armored shell around her starts to melt and lose its coloring, turning into dull gray ooze. She ends up face down on the street, struggling to get to her knees::
You're dead, all of you dead. The King will come, and skies will turn red. Dead, dead, all of you dead.
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Post by Iole on Feb 17, 2009 13:35:49 GMT -5
::While Echidna chants her strange ellogy, she doesn't notice that Iole has returned to her human form to sneak up behind her with a sleep potion in her hand. She brings the phial down on her head, shattering it open and allowing its contents to put her to sleep. It should hold her for now. Then she just sighs and kneels by her fallen form, too ashamed to look any of her friends in the eye::
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Post by Oliver on Feb 17, 2009 16:56:50 GMT -5
-Meanwhile-
Oliver leads the two Hooks away from the scene, making back to the underground utility tunnels, loosing them as he slides down the ladder into th darkness below. There, he makes his way back to the wooden spot under the warehouse where assuredly August must still be.
Surprise the monster, he thinks, looking up through the cracks in the floorboards and this gives him an idea. Hunching down, legs like springs, he jumps... *thawp* His had smacks into the floorboards but fails to break them completly. Oliver falls back to the ground on his back with a throbbing pain in his head. After a moment, he gets back to his feet in a daze, looks up to the now cracked floorboards and, without thinking, jumps up again, this time bursting through in a dramatic display of flying splinters and wood chunks. He plants himself a short distance away from August.
"Not gonna ges away now." He says, staring intensly towards August. "Ya lied ta me, you did... kill me mum... an all ta others. Yor a mon'ser, you are! I been 'aitin for tis, ya know. I ca't believe is wasyou... I 'ate you! An Im gonna cut ya dead!" With a fury in his eyes, like that night where he struck down Iole, Oliver runs at August with a raised hand and protracted claws.
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Post by August Krasnow on Feb 17, 2009 17:13:30 GMT -5
::Sitting in a chair, at a table centered in the room, with his various strange occult materials beside him, August prepares a spell. Then though, intrupting his concentration, there comes a loud bang from below. Curious and startled, he looks behind him too see nothing, figuring it must of been something from the outside, he continues with his work, adjusting his glasses as he returns to reading and reciting. A moment later, however, somethin bursts through the floor and lands behind him. Jumping from his chair, August turns to see little Oliver, burning in a primal rage, standing before him. August stands stotic, letting the boy speak, his experession never changing and when the boy charges, he doesn't flinch. That is until the poor boy runs smack into a seal inacted barrier that sends the small Burmacian flying backwards onto his tail.::
Little Oliver, how are you? Come to check on your old friend August? I must say though, you have gotten quite the rude mouth on you now, has that little brat Iole taught you to speak like that? Truly a shame that she can have such a negative influence.
::He speaks through his grinning smile, staring the boy down like a beaten dog.::
You can't honistly believe what your saying about your friend, the one who was there for you when your poor mother was sliced from that tainted womb to her withered breasts, her insides all suspended in her fingers as she begged for help. Oh how she held them in till her last breath which whispered out your name through choking blood as my blade sliced her throat, like an animal to slaughter. Really, thats all you and your kind are... and here, you walked right up to your butcher. It's so cliche but you truly are a little lamb to the slaughter.
::August grabs his broken dagger from atop the table where he sat and approuches the boy.::
((OOC: Please allow this to continue a little further before direct interuption.))
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Post by Oliver on Feb 17, 2009 18:56:45 GMT -5
Oliver quickly scoots back as August approuches him, a hint of fear bubbling up in his eyes. He rolls over, onto all fours and attempts to run out the door. His plan now failing to come to fruition, leaving him with this one option. With his tail exposed, August grabs it firmly and pulls Oliver into his grasp. He lets out a whelp of surprise and fear.
"Ges off me!" He commands, squirming in August's grip and with August's arm exposed, Oliver bites down on it. His teeth sinking into the man's flesh and releasing its grip. Oliver scurries away, though now backed into a corner.
"Why me mum!?" He yells, anger once again building in him as August's words begin to sink in. "Why ya pic her!?" His eyes begin to water up. "Lef me alone an for wat, huh!? Cause ya a freak or somtin!? Wat do ya want!?"
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Post by August Krasnow on Feb 17, 2009 19:15:42 GMT -5
::August grabs his arm, clenching around the bite wound as blood pools between his fingers yet, he continues to step forward towards the towering rat-thing with its back against the wall and nowhere to run.::
Oh, no malice towards her, none at all. She merely had what I needed and I took it from her, sorry if it appeared that I actually gave a damn as to what she was or is. I suppose it was a bit misleading but no, just a means to an end. Nothing special, just like her son. Worthless rabble in an even more worthless place, sorry to be blunt.
::August is now standing over Oliver, his tall figure shadowing him as he leans over the boy, his good arm supporting him against the wall as his bloody arm with the broken dagger in hand teases the boys fur with its jagged point.::
It was similar to this, the night I took your mothers life. My knife pressed up against her soft fur, gliding along her cheek and down her neck and chest just as I'm doing to you. I leaned in and smelled her, the fear just resonating off her body. It stank with intoxicating effects, pleasant in a peculiar way. Its very much like the scent you are excreting now, like mother like son. ::A pause as August looks Oliver over.:: I Wonder, whose name will you mutter with your last breath...?
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Post by Oliver on Feb 17, 2009 19:29:05 GMT -5
Oliver's breathing turns to hyperventilating as the blade slides through his fur, just barely slicing the surface of his skin. Over his coat and shirt and down to his belly, where August teasingly twists the point into his belly, as if he was going to uncork his stomach.
"Yea.... well-" Oliver's leg springs up, his knee planting straight into August's crotch. As August doubles over, falling to his knees with his hands clutching his impacted groin. Oliver steps away and now at eye level with the object of his hate, Oliver slings his arm back, his hand flayed out with his tiny but sharp claws blared and sweeps August across the face, sending his glasses flying along with blood and flesh.
"Won find out taday!"
August collapses to the ground, one hand over his bloody face, the other still clutching his crotch. He rolls on the floor, screaming in agony and pain, blinded and sick. He coughs and vomits as his head bangs against the floor.
Oliver stands over him, his hand blooded, a look of confusion across his shocked face. To take his life or not, it shoots through his mind like a bullet from a gun. His tail sweeps back and froth with excitement and joy, yet his ears press against his head with fear and confusion. What to do, he wonders, his brain and body sending conflicting thoughts. He looks at his dripping fingers, the smell of the blood like an aphrodisiac for his primiative instincts. An urge grows inside him, like before with Iole, but more powerful. He wants to taste the blood, his hand moving on its own according towards his salivating mouth. His mind struggles but his body refuses to listen as the blood gets closer and closer to his tongue.
((Alright anytime))
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Post by Lillith on Feb 17, 2009 19:35:32 GMT -5
::A crash from the front of the room behind Oliver heralds Lillith and Kenny bursting through the door. It swings wide to admit them in and is nearly jolted from its hinges. Lillith is in front with her wrist crossbow at the ready, pointing it at August::
Oliver step away.
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Post by Oliver on Feb 17, 2009 19:39:39 GMT -5
Oliver quickly looks back, his eyes crazed with a bloodlust that he can't control, his hands blared out in an aggresive, threatening stance. "Hes mine!" He hisses to Lillith, blarring his teeth to her like a wild animal protecting his kill. His breathing is fast and erractic and though Lillith never knew Simon, she can plainly see the boys father in his eyes and salivating maw.
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Post by August Krasnow on Feb 17, 2009 19:43:07 GMT -5
::August however, still in a haze of pain, struggles to find his glasses. His bloody hand reaching out to find where they fell, grabbing at air and floor in a vain attempt to collect them. He utters winces of pain and strain as his hand pats the ground.::
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Post by Lillith on Feb 17, 2009 19:43:32 GMT -5
::Lillith lowers her weapon slowly::
Alright, I won't stop you. But before you do it I want you to think. Will this bring your mom back?
::She waits a moment for the words to sink in::
That's all you really want isn't it? But you know this won't do it for you. This won't fix anything.
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Post by Oliver on Feb 17, 2009 19:52:57 GMT -5
Oliver stays silent for a moment, except for his breathing. His eyes just stare into hers, unblinking, behind them is plainly the genes of the father working on Oliver's young, confused mind, fighting for control. Tears begin to form, both of pain and sadness. He looks back to August, withering in pain on the floor, then back to Lillith. He clamps his eyes shut, his teeth gritting so tightly its as if they'll shatter in his mouth. His hands clamp to his stomach and he huddles over them. "S'op me!" He cries out in a pain deep inside him and in that breif moment that is clearly Oliver once again but, it doesn't last. Simon's face returns, growling back to Lillith as his tongue slides over his fangs and lips. He turns to August, clearly about to descend upon the beaten man.
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Post by Lillith on Feb 17, 2009 20:03:38 GMT -5
(OOC: Want Lillith or August to do something here? It doesn't really seem like August is totally down yet. He did have a trick up his sleeve)
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Post by August Krasnow on Feb 17, 2009 20:07:44 GMT -5
::August finds his glasses, finally, and struggles for a moment to place the broken frames over his eyes. He looks up then, through the cracked lenses and blood to see Oliver over him with that blood thirsty look and hungry mouth. He lets out a silent scream of fright, frozen on the floor.::
((OOC: Stop him please))
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