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Post by Jas on Apr 27, 2009 14:30:29 GMT -5
((OOC: Be our guest Iole))
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 14:51:54 GMT -5
(OOC: Okay, I'll leave the dexcription up to you though)
::Some time later, Iole wedges herself in between Sid and Oliver where they've gathered with the rest of the Dragoons in a bunker::
Nice place you guys have here.
::She looks to Connolly who's near them with a distant look on his face::
So what's the battle plan?
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Post by Jas on Apr 27, 2009 15:02:37 GMT -5
::The kitten moves quietly before getting to Iole, rubbing against her leg, purring all the while to get her attention::
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Post by Oliver on Apr 27, 2009 15:13:37 GMT -5
The bunker is hot and smelly, littered with people all bunched up tightly together. Soldier and civilian alike, waiting for the bombings overhead to end. Every few minutes a bomb drops and the bunker rattles from a surface explosion.
Connolly sits forward, arms resting on his legs. He looks up to Iole when she speaks. "We wait till the siren ends and the bombs stop, then we assess the damage." He sounds cold, calculating, very officerally. "It's going to be ugly up there when we emerge, hope your stomach can handle it. There's only four bunkers in the Crest. Each can house a few thousand people... not everyone can or will make it inside one."
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 15:18:46 GMT -5
(OOC: Jas this might be a good time to have Galeon and Jas moving on the surface)
::Iole bites her tongue for once, knowing full well she's not the only person this action is bothering. She knows Connolly, a soldier and commander who prefers to be on the front lines with his men, is probably sick with disgust that they've been reduced to hiding in a hole until this is all over. She decides to change the subject to keep the mood a little lighter for their sakes::
You know Connolly, usually when we meet it's too chaotic to actually get to talk to you. And since we have time now...
::He gives her a quizzical look::
What? I just want to get a better understanding of the guy I work for.
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Post by Jas on Apr 27, 2009 15:20:37 GMT -5
((OOC: Already on that, just waiting for Gal to show up and move it along))
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Post by The LPA on Apr 27, 2009 15:48:16 GMT -5
Connolly remains silent after she asks her question.
Oliver lightly elbows Iole in the side. "Mig't not be appro'riate." He scolds her, it was inherentily cheeky to ask an officer such a question.
"A hero of war..." Connolly speaks. "That's what I wanted to bloody well be. Just carry this gun and get paid and see the world and a hero is what I'd be. For Regent and Country, carrying that flag I love and trust into the grave for him, if he ordered it. " He leans back, running his hand over his mouth. "It's becomes so different when they're your own countrymen you're ordered to fight, in the city-state you were charged to represent. That's where the line begins to gray."
His eye look left and right, at the huddled masses around him.
"Suppressed riot after riot... kicked in doors, yelled my commands over crying children and took my man away with a bag over his head. I'd take off his clothes, piss in his hands and beat him with batons till I got the answer the Regent wanted. The Crest riot..." His eyes go distant as he remembers the events."She walked through the haze and bullets and I told her to stop, begged her, but she pressed on. I lifted my gun and I fired away, into that smoke. She collapsed with a flag in her hands, white and red as the snow she fell into. I picked up that flag with its Wrench and Bolt... brought it home, along with my scars and medals... and now its the only flag I trust and love."
His normal, military demoner returns to him as he looks at Iole directly with unwaverying eyes. "That's the man you're working for, a hero of war."
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 15:56:35 GMT -5
::Iole looks away, deciding Oliver may have been right. This wasn't really something she had a right to ask and something he didn't really have to share. But she's too stubborn to even listen to herself sometimes::
So... how did you get in with the LPA?
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Post by The LPA on Apr 27, 2009 16:12:38 GMT -5
Connolly appears distracted again, watching a family huddled in a corner near him. "I asked myself 'what's left of the flag for me'." He doesn't say another word as another bomb falls above them which rattles the bunker.
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 16:21:02 GMT -5
::Iole can't really think of anything else to say, so she settles for patting his hand sympathetically. She looks up towards the ceiling::
It's going to be really ugly when we go back up there isn't it.
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Post by The LPA on Apr 27, 2009 16:27:48 GMT -5
"Ever seen the body of a person that's been burned alive?" Sid asks of Iole, before Connolly can answer, if he was going to answer. "Ugly doesn't even begin to describe the horror."
Connolly stands then. "I'm going to check on the others." And walks away, skating around the crowds of people.
"T'e Regent rea'ly went to far t'is time." Exclaims Oliver, flicking dust from his nose.
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 16:51:58 GMT -5
::Iole glowers at Sid. She's getting really tired of him using what he's seen to try and rattle her. She puts her arm around Oliver and rests her head on his shoulder::
What do you think they're going to have us do next? This has to call for some sort of change of tactics right?
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Post by Oliver on Apr 27, 2009 17:06:52 GMT -5
"I'm guess'in all out war." Oliver mentions, looking up at the cement ceiling above them. He cringes as another bomb falls. "Show t'e Regent we won't stay down."
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Post by Kerion on Apr 27, 2009 17:56:19 GMT -5
::Above ground in one of the areas that haven't been hit by the bombing::
::Kerion eyes the creatures that mange to break away from the pack and assault the police as they entered the area. He quickly draws one of his guns and fires, putting a bullet through one of the monster's skulls. The remaining looked in his direction and charged. Kerion smirked as they ran at him::
Time to unleash some of this pent uped rage.
::He puts his pistol away and socks one of the creatures, sending it flying into a lamp post, denting it in and possibly breaking the monster's spine. He ducks as one tries to slash him before sweeping its feet out from under it. In that same moment, he turns and kicks the jaw of another one, persumibly breaking its jaw in the process and knocking it to the side. He jumps to his feet as one leaps at him. He quickly draws a revolver and fires, blasting its brains out. One tries to sneak behind him, only to be backhanded by Kerion fallowed by a kick to its gut, sending it into a building and through the wall. He creature he knocked to the ground got back up and tried to attack him, but he quickly jumped behind it and grabbed its head and twisted, breaking its neck. Putting the revolver away, he draws his Punisher and aims at the building the last one he sent flying into, the runes on the gun glowed red before he pulled the trigger as the creature staggers out, dazed from the hit::
"Fire shot."
::Flames shot out from the gun in the same fashion as a flamethrower. The flames consume the monster as it howls in pain before falling to the ground. He turned his attention to the remaining two before firing, finishing them off. Some of the survivng police stand there in shock at what they just witnessed::
"D-d-d-did you guys see that?"
"H-h-he took them out without breaking a sweat!"
::Kerion looks to the other police:: "Move out! We got terrorist to find!"
((OOC: ::Innocent smile:: Did I kind of overdo it with the monsters?))
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 22:23:23 GMT -5
(OOC: Well considerting they're on your side, I'd say yes)
::Some time passes and the sound of explosions gives way to gunfire. Iole tries to block it out, but there's one in particular that she can't: Kerion's Fire Shot. She whispers to Oliver::
I'll be back. Cover for me.
::Before he can ask, she shrinks and turns into a mouse before vanishing into the gathering::
::Outside::
::Kerion is knocked backwards to throw three of the men behind him off their feet::
Looking for someone Cyclops?
::Iole stands in front of him with her arms transformed into her white dragon claws. There's no sadness in her eyes now. Just rage::
You want to stop slaughter huh? How do you justify leading these men to kill civilians? I'm not holding back on you this time.
::The other officers move to raise their guns, but she bares her fangs, making the whole line jump::
I'm not wasting time with you. I'm here for him.
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Post by Kerion on Apr 27, 2009 22:30:21 GMT -5
::Kerion gets back to his feet, his eyes now locked on Iole. He throws his Punisher to the side and draws out his hand guns, attatching two blades to them, giving them a gunblade-like look:: "I was hoping I wouldn't run into you Iole. But now that I have, I have no choice but to kill you." ::He crosses the blades before charging at her, blades poised to strike::
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 22:41:29 GMT -5
::Iole catches the first blade in her claw and jerks it to the side, pulling Kerion with it to kick him in the ribs, sending him sprawling a few feet::
Oh you didn't expect me to be able to do much in my human form. Well my Auntie taught me hand-to-hand. I don't need my powers to take you down.
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Post by Kerion on Apr 27, 2009 22:47:22 GMT -5
::He quickly rebounds, not feeling the kick due to his armor. He drives his baldes to the ground before removing his trenchcoat and tossing it aside. It makes a audible crash as it hits the ground as he picks his weapons back up:: "And I'm just not a sharpshooter ::He rushes her, now faster than she thought:: I'm also an expert in close range combat!" ::He slashes at her quickly, giving Iole barely anytime to counter or dodge::
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Post by The LPA on Apr 27, 2009 22:48:01 GMT -5
Looking through a set of binoculars, a man in a dimly lit smokey burned out floor of a building watches the battle unfold. Several LPA soldiers attempt to go an assist in the fighting, but when the man puts up his arm, they stop.
"No, let her fight it out. I'm interested to see what she can do."
"Yesir." They stand their ground beside the man, waiting.
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Post by Iole on Apr 27, 2009 22:58:57 GMT -5
::Iole continually side-steps, ducking and dodging Kerion's blades. She's unable to breath fire at this range without hurting herself, so she settles for matching his rythm until she can counter. She finally finds an opening, and suddenly he's dodging her claws as often as she's dodging his blades. His weapons and her claws clang whenever they meet. She steps back and uses her other leg to hook her foot behind his knee, forcing him to loose some of his footing. Then her claw meets his face. She grabs his head, nearly engulfing it in her morphed claw. Then she throws him off his feet into a lampost which is then knocked from where it's bolted::
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