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Post by Kerion on Mar 30, 2009 13:20:09 GMT -5
::He aims again, but his PHS vibrates at his side before he could fire:: What now?! ::He keeps one hand on the trigger as he uses his other hand to answer it:: "This has better be good." he whispered. "And keep your voice down."
"We found Pantelei Bodnarenko."
"Where?"
::After a few mintues of listening, Kerion hangs the PHS up before looking back to his intended targets:: Lucky for you two, you get to live another day. I got bigger fish to fry. ::He sneaks off from his sniping perch and away from them::
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 16:05:44 GMT -5
"Get behind tat." Oliver whispers, gesturing to the fountain's reservoir's rim. Ducking there, Oliver thanks Iole. "Saved me head tere. So how ye enjoy'in Lindblum?"
Oliver rummages through his coat and brings out one of his father's golden combs. He steadily and slowly raises it above his head, over the rim of the fountain and winces... yet no shot comes.
"Humh... wonda if our friend up tere has moved..." Still cringing, Oliver raises his head slightly higher, his ear sticking up over the rim, and no shot comes. "Ya... seems tey gone." He breathes a sigh of relief. "Lets get outa here, teres an open door jus over yonder. Ye go first jus in case, less likely ta target ye, be right behind." He pats her back. "Les do tis."
Crossing the garden courtyard proves simple this time, not a single shot is fired from the windows. Once in the decrepit hallway of the run-down building, Oliver takes a breather. "Heh, notin 'ike bein shot at ta make ye feel a'ive."
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 16:37:48 GMT -5
I'll admit, it's been exciting so far. So this is the monster we're supposed to bring down on the enemy troops? Guess you were right about no one being here. This place is a dump.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 18:58:11 GMT -5
"Ye, but tis was somones home once. Lets try an fin'a good 'lace te blast it."
Walking deeper into the decrepit building, it feels as if a heavy sneeze or cough will cause it to come crumbling down upon them. The battle outside seems to be close, perhaps no more then a half a block down from them, the push sounds as if is working, now to rig the bomb before its too late to take advantage of the situation.
They come to a spot situated near load bearing posts facing toward the street side. The fighting is close, through the cracks and windows of the building, one can see Regent Guards fighting just outside.
"Iole, keep wa'ch as I rig tis up." Oliver kneels down, throwing his goggles over his eyes and begins to set the explosive charge.
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The LPA
Experienced Novice
?Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.?
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Post by The LPA on Mar 30, 2009 21:39:07 GMT -5
The push by the LPA has backed the Guard into a defensive position three streets down from the start of the engagement. The fighting has been fierce, very fierce. The streets are in discord, filled with empty shell casing, rocket bombs exploding into the sides of buildings, causing stone and burning wood to fall into the street like rain.
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 22:56:20 GMT -5
::Iole keeps her arms morphed into claws as they are, keeping her eyes keen on every point of entry::
Well just remember I've got your back, so you stay focused on your front.
::Meanwhile, perched atop the same battlement Kerion just abandoned, "Alicia Strauss" watches the two of them enter the decrepit old complex::
Astaroth: Let them slip through the net to catch a bigger fish did he? Whatever those two are doing it must be dangerous. Why else would they send underlings to do it?
::She takes in her surroundings in relation to the battle and it doesn't take her long to figure out their line of thinking::
Astaroth: They're planning to bring that building down on our troops. It's cheap, cowardly, underhanded... I'm starting to think we chose the wrong side. I think I'm beginning to like this LPA. Too bad I have to squash them like bugs. And to catch a bug...
::She holds out her hand. From the sleeve of her blazer, four spiders crawl from under her cuff and into her open palm::
Astaroth: Go with their natural predator.
::She blows on them, letting them drift into the air. They drift towards the building until they reach the window. Iole doesn't notice them as they spin their thread and begin to descend from the ceiling above them. But she does start to notice when there aren't just four anymore. In fact, now there are about twenty slowly descending from the ceiling, some bigger than others, the biggest being about the size of a man's fist::
Umm.... Ollie... this is going to sound so out of the blue, but... you're not arachnaphobic by any chance are you?
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 23:08:03 GMT -5
Oliver takes a moment to respond back. "Archna... wat? Dunno Iole, sorry, got a wire problem here." He's so focused on the bomb that he barely blinks, much less aware of the descending horror upon them. "How close are te LPA? Dun wanna blow tis with tem under it."
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 23:26:06 GMT -5
::Iole's eyes widen as the growing horde of spiders finally reaches the ground and starts crawling on their eight legs to get to them, a wave of black along the ground closing in. She crunches the first one under her boot, and a second until she remembers that she can breath fire. She takes a deep breath and exhales a cloud of flames, aiming at the front lines of the army of arachnids::
Just hurry Ollie.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 30, 2009 23:44:56 GMT -5
"I am, I am! Don need te breath fire down me neck!" He mutters back, air of frustration and annoyance in his voice.
Feverishly, he fiddles with the bomb. putting loose wires into their respective slots, checking the timer, adjusting and calibrating the device. After a few moments, it makes an audible beep and a little red LED light appears on the device.
"Tere, done." He stands and turns around. "So wats te hurry abo-" His eyes grow wide behind the goggles. "Ahh! spiders!" He hops back, away from the flaming army of arachnids.
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Post by Iole on Mar 30, 2009 23:54:32 GMT -5
(OOC: Wow, is he arachnaphopic?)
::Iole breathes fire at her left flank, taking out another advancing wave::
Is this kind of thing normal for you guys?
::Several of the spiders start to gather in the center, creating a mound of black that grows larger and larger. Then they scatter and shed off the mound to reveal what surfaced beneath them. A woman with crimson red hair that falls down around her shoulders to cover her chest. Her eyes are huge red discs, her mouth is a collection of fangs, and her upperbody is covered in a thick armor of plates that continue downward to expand into a massive round upper body with eight segmented legs. Her pale arms have no hand, but come to sharp points::
Umm... how long before that bomb goes off again?
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Post by Oliver on Mar 31, 2009 0:04:20 GMT -5
"Aah... minute..." Oliver, hanging from a load-bearing post, says sheepishly as the spider-woman emerges out from the mound of black crawlers.
He sweeps at the creature blindly with his own claws, though its clear he rather not touch the vile thing.
"Wat is it!?" He kicks at it with one leg. "An we gos 'ike for'y seconds!"
((Why not? Never actually considered it till now. Ironic considering his father.))
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Post by Iole on Mar 31, 2009 0:25:07 GMT -5
::Iole cartwheels out of the way of the woman as her spiked arm lunges for her. With one sweep of her claws, she takes the thing's arm clean off where it writhes and twitches on the ground::
Are you kidding me?! It didn't occur to you we might need a little more time to get back out?
::She breathes fire at the monster woman again, forcing her to back away, screeching as the ends of her red hair are scorched. Thinking quickly, she breathes a concentrated ball of fire at the ceiling above their enemy, a chunk of debris down on her::
That's our cue, let's run!
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Post by Oliver on Mar 31, 2009 1:08:26 GMT -5
"I WAS'IN EXPECTIN TO BE ATTACKED BY SPIDER-WOMAN! EAAHYA!" Oliver springs from his post, catching Iole as they both explode out from the building. Tumbling through a wall out onto the street, Oliver landing atop Iole.
A roar erupts behind them as the spider-beast emerges from the building, ablaze and flailing wildly. A loud crack erupts from opposite the street, a single shot from a high-powered rifle. The spider-beast's head flings back and the creature slumps.
Oliver grabs Iole, getting her to her feet, and quickly the two run from the building just as a rather large explosion erupts behind them, Oliver instinctually covers Iole from the blast. It's followed by a roar as the building slowly teeters then falls flat across the street, enveloping Guards unlucky enough to be caught under it. An advancing regiment of the Regent's Guard are cut off almost instantly, as remaining Guard are pushed against a high and dangerous wall. The battle ends before the dust even settles, the last of the Guard are either killed or surrender.
A shadow hoovers over the two, Iole and Oliver. "Well, quite a bloody mess. Least you two were on-time with the explosion. Here." Connolly helps them both up to their feet. "Can you hear me!? Blast still ringing?"
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Post by Iole on Mar 31, 2009 1:21:53 GMT -5
We're fine. A lot better now that you showed up.
::Iole dusts herself off::
You guys didn't tell me the Regent went in for demon summoning.
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Post by Oliver on Mar 31, 2009 1:31:58 GMT -5
"So... that is what that bloody beast was?" Asks Connolly. "Crazy bollocks! I had no idea, never seen anything like before in the Regent's arsenal."
"Vhat ever it vas, it didn't like a bullet to the brain." Sid approaches, his rifle slung over his shoulder. He looks as if he hasn't slept the night, his hair is ruffled and eyes blood-shot. "Better alert Col. Brenan."
Connolly turns slight, just enough so he can address the group. "Already on it. Iole, you appear familiar with those things, what's your take?"
Meanwhile, behind and around them, revolutionaries go about cleaning up. Cataloging the dead, securing the prisoners who line up on their knees along the sidewalk. Their hands over their heads, guarded by several LPA of the East Armagh brigade. Members of the Red Dragoons are acting as security, watching the former battle area for stragglers or hidden dangers.
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Post by Iole on Mar 31, 2009 1:37:56 GMT -5
::Iole looks back hesitantly at the creature's corpse::
Well for one don't touch it. That one's poisonous. It was pretty low level. Upper level demons are harder to kill, and they're a little smarter. This one couldn't even talk, it was just a lot of brute strength. That means it was summoned by someone else, maybe a spellcaster or an upper level demon. Maybe even a sorceress. Does the Regent have anyone like that working for him?
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Post by Oliver on Mar 31, 2009 1:47:00 GMT -5
Connolly listens, looks to the half buried demon, then looks back down to Iole. "It's been awhile, he has a lot advisers though and I wouldn't put it past him to get more, specially in these interesting times. The Internal Affairs office has most of the seedier bunch, could be someone from there, if anywhere. I'll have the embedded agents look into it, see what we get."
Oliver is busy getting dust out of his ears, banging his head with one hand to shift the dust out. "Yea. An. Ye. Know-" Saying each word between bang to the head. "Te. Red. Regent. Will. Be. On. It. Too. Ahhh" He shakes his head vigorously. "Tere we go. Wan me te blow te creature te kingdom come, Captain?"
Connolly nods. "Yes, after we're clear outa here. Don't like that blasted thing laying around, giving me the shivers."
Back with the prisoners, a East Armagh rebel is giving out cigarettes to the Guards. Some accept eagerly, others shy away. A group of the Armagh brigade has begun to form-up near the prisoners, rifles in hand. An officer of the unit is barking out some garbled orders.
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Post by Iole on Mar 31, 2009 1:54:33 GMT -5
Actually you don't need to worry about that. Just give it a second.
::The rubble that the creature is buried under starts to twitch, and the others are surprised, thinking it's trying to rise back up. But soon they realize that the rubble is actually sinking as the spider woman shrinks like a deflating baloon::
It's a defense mechanism. Demons and the people who control them don't like to leave tracks, so they clean up after themselves. It's probably the only good thing about them.
::Soon the thing has shrunk from view, and aside from the damage it caused, there's no evidence it was ever there::
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Post by Oliver on Mar 31, 2009 2:02:27 GMT -5
"Hmmph." Mutters Connolly. "Interesting, alright, you three are relieved for the day and Sid, get some sleep. We'll let you know when something comes up about the demon."
Sid nods. "Don't vorry about that comrade."
Connolly then walks away, gathering a group of Red Dragoons around him and issues out more orders.
"So, Oliver, anything interesting happen vith you tvo?" Sid asks coyly, with a hint of smugness as the three start walking away.
"ORDER ARMS!" A yell erupts from behind the three, near the prisoners. It's the East Armagh officer addressing the line of soldiers. "PRESENT ARMS!"
"Iole... mig't wat te look away and cover ye ears." Mutters Oliver, quietly, nearly ashamed.
"FIRE!" A series of rifle cracks erupt.
Looking quickly back, Oliver sees as the last of the line of Regent Guards, the ones taken prisoner, slump forward to the ground. "Come, 'ets get back to tey blue zone."
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Post by Iole on Mar 31, 2009 2:11:12 GMT -5
(OOC: How long have you been waiting to crack that gem?)
::Iole's heart pounds on the inside of her chest at the sound of the first shot. She doesn't need to look to know what just happened. Her head hangs down and her hair covers her eyes. Oliver tries to pull her away with him, but she's as still as marble. Her voice is low and hard and her clenched fists tremble at her sides::
I thought the LPA weren't murderers.
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