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Post by Iole on Mar 11, 2009 3:31:55 GMT -5
I was just thinking.... they were all ready to trade their lives. I... said I wanted to, but when it came down to it... I was afraid. I didn't want to die even though it could have saved a lot more lives. Does that make me... bad?
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Post by Oliver on Mar 11, 2009 3:37:40 GMT -5
Oliver shrugs, its a weird question for him to reply to, evident in his face as he thinks of a response.
"Nah, don tink so, dunno wat really was goin on but ye young jus 'ike me. Don wanna die anytim soon ei'her, I don't! Hell, I p'an ta live foreva... or die trin." He chuckles slightly to himself. "Ya must of don good though, no mat'er wat an..." He rubs her back with his hand. "Not'in wrong wit being afraid, been afraid since me mum died. Wat got me through, that an ye an ta others."
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Post by Iole on Mar 11, 2009 3:39:14 GMT -5
::Iole leans her head on his shoulder::
Thanks Ollie. You know, in your weird way you usually make more sense than any of us sometimes.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 11, 2009 3:43:07 GMT -5
Oliver chuckles for a moment.
"Guess its ta streets talkin through me, or sumtin."
With his hand still on Iole's back, between her shoulders, they follow the others to the deck outside.
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Post by Lillith on Mar 11, 2009 3:45:25 GMT -5
::Lillith smiles back at the two children, grateful that despite what hell they've been through, they'll come out of it okay. She just leans on Kenny and is silent until they reach the ladder that leads to the hatch to the outer deck. The night wind tries its hardest to blow them off the roof, but after what they've been through tonight, it's hardly threatening. When they all reach the outside, Lillith fires sparks into the sky to signal the Hijrah::
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Post by Vincent on Mar 11, 2009 3:50:21 GMT -5
"Captain, signal from the Variola."
Vincent stands as Tresk points to a spot ahead of them, Vincent nods and motions for them to prepare for a pick-up.
"Must be the signal, Tresk, take her in easy, and open the cargo bay doors. Be easier to jump to the ship at these speeds." He grabs the mic to the intercom. "Nahla and Rafee, to the cargo bay, prepare to receive passengers."
The Hijrah gets into a shaky position beside the deck of the ship where the others reside, the cargo bay hatch falling down, scrapping onto the deck of the Variola, shooting up sparks into the night. Nahla and Rafee wait just inside, holding onto the bulkheads, beckoning for them to get in quickly.
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Post by Situation on Mar 11, 2009 3:54:09 GMT -5
Oh how nice it would be if the heroes could just step up through that hatch where their friends are waiting for them. But it seems that this night holds one more horror for them. They feel the blast before it can register to their brains, like a delayed reaction. The Hijrah is forced away from the Variola as the grotesque airship is almost torn in half by wall of fire, jutting out of the side of the ship like a great knife. Iole and Oliver are thrown back while their friends are thrown forward on opposite sides of the blast. Iole catches Oliver's hand before he can slide further and they both sigh in relief... for now.
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Post by Vincent on Mar 11, 2009 3:58:47 GMT -5
An alarm erupts on the bridge of the Hijrah as she breaks starboard hard, throwing the three off their feet. Tresk is first on his feet and back at the wheel, stabilizing the ship.
Vincent crawls back into his chair and Miguel pops back up on the radar.
"What in all the hells!?" Vincent exclaims, shutting the alarm down then getting onto the intercom. "Nahla, Rafee, you alright? Report." "We're fine, just a little bruised. Something exploded between us and the Variolia, wasn't the Hijrah though. We'll try and see what happened, Nahla out."
Vincent leans forward in his seat, keeping his vessel a little distance away from the other airship. "This never ends easily..."
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Post by Guinevere on Mar 11, 2009 4:17:50 GMT -5
::Brilliant orange and red plumes of fire continue to jut out of the Variola whose interior it seems has now become an inferno thanks to the ealier explosion. Its metal hull is now full of holes, and the smell of scorched flesh permeates the air as the living parts of the ship start to burn. Oliver feels a sharp pain in his ankle, forcing him to cry out. Latched onto his little hind paw is a pale claw-like hand reaching out through a breach in the hull, its lily-white fingers stained with his blood as their nails dig into the flesh beneath his fur::
You're.... not.... LEAVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
::Beneath the hole, attached to that hand, Gwen dangles from her only handhold, his ankle being the only thing keeping her from falling to her death. But there is no fear in those hazel eyes, once calm and calculating, they're now feral and filled with nothing but rage. Her sand colored hair falls dishevelled into her moonlight pale face, whose scarlet blood stands in sharp contrast as it trickles from her forehead. As she pulls to reach the outside to escape the burning interior, to Oliver, she looks like a demon trying to crawl out of hell::
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Post by Iole on Mar 12, 2009 13:00:31 GMT -5
::Iole screams as her grip on Oliver starts to slip. Her arm suddenly changes shape, growing thick black fur and a massive gorrilla hand. But her footing is slipping and if no one does anything, both of them are going to get pulled in by Gwen::
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Post by Jas on Mar 12, 2009 13:06:49 GMT -5
*Kyran growls as they're thrown back, the fire cutting them off from Iole and Oliver* [glow=white,2,300]Damnit! The fire's too high for me to jump to the other side! Jas, what about your sword?![/glow]
"It's still sealed!" *he summons his wings and runs to the fire* [glow=white,2,300]Jas! Don't! We don't know how your lost of strenght will affect your flight! Let's not forget you still haven't recovered from your shoulder injury.[/glow]
What else am I suppose to do?! I will not let another die if I can help it! *Gets to the fire, but steps back due to the intesnity of the fire*
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Post by Oliver on Mar 13, 2009 0:16:03 GMT -5
Oliver lets out a yelp and grits his teeth as Gwens pale claws dig into his fur and flesh. He strains with both hands to keep a grip with Iole. He looks up to Iole, fear and pain in his eyes, his body tearing apart and grip slipping. He digs his claws into Iole's arm and hand, try desperately to not fall.
-Hijrah-
"Captain! Bring us about!" Nahla screams into the intercom. "Emergency, Iole and the kid, bring her about!"
The airship breaks off, diverts and repositions herself through the fire and flames, her hull heating up quickly till Nahla and Rafee can see Iole, Oliver, and Gwen holding on. With Rafee grabbing the back of her jumpsuit as she leans out from the cargo hatch, with an assault rifle in her arms, Nahla takes as steady an aim as possible through the waves the heat, fire and sway of the ship. *crack* *crack crack crack*
Nahla pops several shots into Gwen, striking her arm and shoulder and in the moment where the bullets pepper into her and her grip weakens, Oliver takes his tail and strikes down across Gwen's arm with a forceful blow, like that of a billy-club.
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Post by Lillith on Mar 13, 2009 0:26:59 GMT -5
::Gwen screams as she's forced to release Oliver, falling back into the fiery abyss below her. At the same time, that wall of fire that's kept the others at bay is split by a wind current thanks to Lillith's air magic, allowing the others to fly through and rejoin them. Iole hoists Oliver back up, releasing him to rub the scratches on her arm. Lillith takes Oliver by both shoulders::
Are you hurt?
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Post by Guinevere on Mar 13, 2009 0:34:03 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UShV4TURFgk::Behind the heroes near the wall of flames, they hear a sharp grating sound, like metal being torn like a sheet of paper. Something red shoots from the newly created hole to land on its feet. The flames backlight Gwen in a most terrifiying way, as she stands with her hair hanging dishevelled from her face and shoulders. her red silk skirt hangs around her legs in tatters, revealing her torn fishnet stockings and heeled boots. Her sleeves are torn, revealing her nearly luminescent pale arms, stained with blood. She lifts her head slowly to snarl at the heroes and pin them with her predatory hazel eyes, burning with rage as the firelight dances off of them like a spectrum. She growls as she flings her arms out from side to side as she summons her wolf-snakes that grow out of her wrists::
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Post by Lillith on Mar 13, 2009 0:36:11 GMT -5
::Lillith releases Oliver and pushes him behind her as she faces the crazed sorceress::
She's been driven completely mad by her sorceress power. She must have let it consume her after what happened with Kenny. She's beyond any reason now. I doubt she even remembers who she is.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 13, 2009 0:36:41 GMT -5
Oliver shakes his head no, looking at his ankle and rubbing his arms. "Jus a 'ittle cut an' sore." He sounds a little flustered and dazed, but alright.
Oliver then quickly runs to Iole's side as Gwen reappears looking disheveled. "Wat... happenin ta her?"
-Hijrah- Nahla, not wasting a second, runs from the cargo bay leaving Rafee confused.
On the bridge, Vincent, Tresk, and Miguel stare dumbstruck Gwens reappearence. "My gods..." Mutters Vincent. "She just won't die..." Yells Miguel.
Vincent sits back down, breathing a sigh. "Charge the weapons."
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Post by Guinevere on Mar 13, 2009 0:42:11 GMT -5
::Gwen's head twitches like a snake's towards the Hijrah, seeing it draw closer, intent on rescuing her prey. She smiles a snarling grin as she flings her hand at the ship, hitting its flank with a ray of fire that reels it off course and away from the burning Variola. She hisses with viscious glee::
No escape.
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Post by Lillith on Mar 13, 2009 0:59:42 GMT -5
::Lillith pulls her knife out, extending its blade to its rapier length::
It doesn't look like she's going to let us leave this ship alive. We'll have to get rid of her first.
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Post by Kenny on Mar 13, 2009 2:42:05 GMT -5
:Kenny made his way to stand by Lillith with his blade at hand as he sees the newly crazed Gwen as he shows no fear at all:
"She never seems to leave us alone at all now doesn't she?"
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Post by Lillith on Mar 13, 2009 2:44:25 GMT -5
::Lillith takes Kenny's hand::
Are you sure you're okay with this?
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