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Post by Iole on Jun 22, 2009 19:23:59 GMT -5
::Astaroth rips the barb of her tail out of Iole and lashes it back at Oliver while he's still drained, swishing it for his stomach. But her aim is off as Iole fights through the electric shock to gather some of her senses. She sinks her teeth into the demoness's wrist. Astaroth yelps and her tail skews left, missing Oliver entirely::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 22, 2009 19:38:57 GMT -5
Oliver calmly watches the tail-spike lash past him and in the momentary yelp of surprise and pain, Astaroth notices that the blood on Iole's neck is smeared and perhaps in Iole's struggle she notices red stains on Oliver's left hand and muzzle.
While Astaroth recovers, Oliver stands straight up, all the pain in his body washing away. He flicks the hair away from his eye and charges at the demon, leaping into the air and falling down upon her back. His claws on his feet and hands digging deep into her bloodless flesh, embedding themselves like thorns. He kicks at her, the claws racking across her flesh. He bites down onto her neck and jerks his head, mauling at her neck like a wild animal.
The claws in his hands rip out and then wrap around her head, the fingers digging her her eyes and mouth, pulling and tearing at the putrid matter she calls her flesh.
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Post by Iole on Jun 22, 2009 19:51:15 GMT -5
::Iole falls from Astaroth's grasp and scrambles back to her feet, adrenaline running the pain out of her body. She watches transfixed as Oliver rips into the demoness::
Ollie get back!
::But his intincts are in overdrive. He can't hear her as he tears away at her blue flesh and she screams and tries to reach back to counter-attack with her claws. In desperation Astaroth backs towards a wall and slams Oliver against it, throwing him off. But he takes a good piece of her back with him, leaving her right wing dangling by a few threads of sinew. But once Oliver falls to the floor, Astaroth goes up in flames from Iole's breath, shrieking and tearing at herself in pain. Iole can already see Oliver moving to bring her down again::
Ollie!
::She moves for him, but stumbles back down, falling flat on her face. Astaroth shrieks and flaps her wings again, taking off into the sky in a great fiery ball::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 22, 2009 21:14:35 GMT -5
With his target gone, and still trapped in the uncontrollable bloodlust inherited from his father, Oliver turns his attention to the nearest target. Iole is suddenly pounced upon by Oliver, pinning her to the ground with his arms and legs. He snaps at her with blood soaked teeth, what is Oliver is missing from his face, replaced by some strange, powerful creature.
That is till he is smacked off her by Sid's gun striking him in the head. It throws him to the side on his back, his breathing frantic and his eye still crazed but as his breathing calm, his face turns back to normal, his furled lip relaxes and his eye returning back to the softer tone it had before.
Connolly quickly covers him with the jacket Oliver threw off, asking if he's alright. He nods but asks for a minute to gather himself.
Sid kneels beside Iole, inspecting her wounds. "You going to be ok? Iole? Vhere else are you hurt?"
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Post by Iole on Jun 22, 2009 21:39:16 GMT -5
::Iole grunts weakly::
I... I just need... something... to eat.
::Her eyes fall on Oliver, and he feels a pain in his chest when he sees that they are full of fear. It's even worse than the fresh marks on her face where he bit her::
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Post by Oliver on Jun 22, 2009 21:50:19 GMT -5
"Captain!" Sid calls. "Got something to eat, quickly?"
Violette suddenly breaks from her spell, stumbles forward, then shakes her head. "W-what I miss?"
Connolly suddenly pats himself down, feeling for anything, then shakes his head. "Got nothing."
"Huh?" Violette question. "Nothing what?"
"Food, Iole need's it."
She rummages through he pockets to reveal a half-eaten fiber-bar, which she tosses to Sid.
"Here, all ve got." Offers it to her.
Oliver, meanwhile, has been watching Iole. In his gut, he feels something horrible, a cross between the last bits of adrenaline and a deep feeling of horrible resentment at himself and guilt. Once again, he nearly tried to kill Iole when trying to save her. If Sid hadn't been there, he tries not to think what he may have done.
He wraps himself in his coat and sits up. He covers himself, arms crossed and looks away, hoping that if he looked away, it'll all be better.
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Post by Iole on Jun 22, 2009 22:01:26 GMT -5
::Iole moves her hand weakly, groaning as she snaps her arm back to where it went. Her blood flows down her arm in a spurt from the shock. Sid helps her get the bar into her mouth. Once she swallows, the blood flow slows. Her wounds start to close. They don't completely vanish, but they look much older than they should, like they've already become pink scars. They'd probably fade completely in a few days. Then she falls back into Sid, her eyes closed and her breathing slow and steady::
Sid: Vhoah now, take it easy. Captain, help me get her legs.
::Connolly and Sid carefully lift Iole off the ground, being gentle so as not to re-open her wounds. Violette kneels by Oliver::
Violette: Come on Ollie, we've got to go.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 22, 2009 22:20:18 GMT -5
Sid catches her, then nods to Connolly. "Think ve need to get them to the ship."
"I'm inclined to agree, Violette can you walk?"
"Yes, just a little... light headed."
"Help Oliver up, I got us... covered - not like it would matter."
Violette helps Oliver, who acts like a beaten dog, tail tucked between his legs. He hobbles beside Violette who supports him. Ahead he watches as Sid helps Iole along, all the while feeling like the monster Astaroth claimed he was. Maybe she-it is right, watching Iole hobble ahead of him, made him feel like some-sort of monster - a monster he still doesn't fully understand.
Down the long, dark airdock, they come to a dark, desolate spot located in the farthest dock area. There, reclined atop a mound of crates is a sleeping mound of fuzz and fur with a long ring-tail under a flickering orange light.
Connolly approaches and kicks the crate the creature is sleeping on. "Hey, wake up! We're here."
The creature stirs awake, though cranky and sits up. "Bout damn time, thought you military types were suppose to be on time." His voice scratches out as he rubs his eyes.
"Ship ready."
"Aye, aye. Who we taking?"
"Iole Blakeney and Oliver Tipp."
The creature jumps up, onto his feet, now apparent what it is, some sort of humanoid lemur like creature, dressed very - swashbuckling. "Bull!" He yells
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Post by Iole on Jun 22, 2009 22:43:01 GMT -5
::Iole's head lolls down as she tries to wake herself up enough to get a proper look at him::
... Miguel?
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Post by Oliver on Jun 22, 2009 22:57:02 GMT -5
"Iole?" He asks, head tilted. "Well, this is interesting! Hah. Wait till the capt see this, alright this way."
Miguel circles around the crates, calling for the others to follow him, till they come to the end of the dock where as they approuch the Hijrah lights up, bathing them in a warm white light. The hatch opens up and several dark figures walk out, approaching first is Vincent.
"Well, isn't this a sorry sight." He states, looking over the lot. "Iole? How'd I guess something like this would happen again. You going to be ok there? Look like you got mauled by a bear."
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Post by Iole on Jun 22, 2009 22:59:07 GMT -5
::She has enough presence of mind to cast a worried glance at Oliver::
I'll be fine. I just need some rest. But what are you guys doing here? And... Vincent, am I seeing some gray?
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Post by Oliver on Jun 22, 2009 23:11:38 GMT -5
Oliver looks away, obviously ashamed and frightened by what happened back there. Violette pays no notice to his behavior.
"Yeah, well, some of us age." Vincent retorts. "An we're your ride out of here. Josh over there called in a favor, lucky he called when he did. We were going to be out of here hours ago. Whose the other one we're taking?" He asks, looking to Connolly.
"Oliver Tipp, sir." He says, motioning with his head to the timid looking male.
"Oliver... Oliver... that name is familiar..." Vincent thinks, pondering, when Miguel chimes in. "The little squirt whose mom was murdered."
Vincent is taken back. "My god." He looks over to Oliver, bewildered. "That's... Oliver?"
Oliver sheepishly waves to the captain.
"Hah! Wow, friggun typical this stuff always comes full-circle with us. Alright, let's get going." Vincent turns around, walking off, muttering to himself about the craziness of the situation.
Miguel hops over to Iole. "Well, another ride on the ol'airship. Been awhile since you graced us. You know, we ran into Lillith a while back, interesting story. Tell it to you on the ride."
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Post by Dante Shadesang on Jun 23, 2009 0:10:07 GMT -5
"Iole... Oliver?"
That voice was all too familiar. She turns to the direction of the voice and there he was... trench coat, blade, and all... including angel wings and eye patch.
Before any reaction could happen, he takes notice of their injuries. "Both of you, what happened?? Hold on..."
His left hand glows a great white glow. "This will not hurt a bit..."
In an instant, a thousand needles appear behind him. They clutter into a ball of needles and hover onto his glowing left hand, absorbing the healing power. He performs Acu-Regen, the needles disperse and poke gentle onto the wounds and dispersing the healing magic, giving a comforting healing feeling like water.
"If Eva were to see you like this, she is going to have a fit.... you are her little sister after all." He seems a bit distracted on the healing to have any formal greeting...
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Post by Iole on Jun 23, 2009 0:11:55 GMT -5
Dante? What are you doing here? Where have you been? How did you...
::She sighs, her energy leaving her quickly::
Never mind, I'll ask later.
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Post by Oliver on Jun 23, 2009 0:45:57 GMT -5
"Rattie? What's going on?" Violette quietly asks. Oliver shrugs, not knowing. This new person knew his name but he can't remember him or why he would know his name, but right now it didn't matter. They had to flee the city before the secret police arrived and all that concerned him was what Iole and his actions against her.
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Post by Iole on Jun 23, 2009 0:51:54 GMT -5
(OOC: Let me know when you're ready to move us to the Hijrah. I can't think of anything else to say)
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Post by Dante Shadesang on Jun 23, 2009 1:45:46 GMT -5
(OOC - I should have clarified.... Dante has been on the ship for a few days after the explosion...)
He raises an eyebrow. Ah..... he has not seen him yet.... thank god, it would have cause so much confusion. Well, that or she realized it is getting really old with the many, MANY bloody unexpected things about me. "That" is all over now though.... at least she is all right and she knows I am around now.
"Yes... well, things got complicated... " He sighs. "... really... REALLY complicated. Vincent and the crew can explain everything to you later if you are interested because repeating that story is more or less... well, complicated to explain... let alone unbelievable."
He takes notices of something behind them. They turn to see that there was no one there. When they turned back, Dante revealed his right eye to try to find someone. They see that he did not even lose an eye; the eye color, however, was red... but not the pupil. "That damn bastard..."
He puts his eye patch back on and finished healing. "There. Yes... well, sorry to pull another random moment, but this is my stop... there is one final thing I need to deal with. And Iole, this is the last random thing you will ever see from me..." He grins. "... I am not going to grow cat ears or speak in some otherworldly language, this is it... and please, it would be best not to ask where I got that from... that one world still disturbs me to this day. Farewell, Iole and Oliver. Keep in touch."
He gives Iole a final hug and turns to shakes hands with Vincent. "Captain Vincent, thank you for your help. And I am really sorry for the bloody trail we made on your floor... and I am also really, REALLY sorry if he was harassing on one of your crew members... Nahla, yes? Most sorry... he gets hard to deal with when he gets anything alcoholic. So next time, hide the rum really good. Farewell, captain and godspeed."
He departs from the airship...
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Post by Iole on Jun 23, 2009 3:29:34 GMT -5
::Iole grabs Dante by the waist and pulls him closer to her::
Wait. You can't just up and leave us like that. I've got so many questions! For one, your wings... and your eye... and where the hell you've been all this time? Does Eva know you're back? I should kick your ass for everything you put her through, but I'm too happy to see you right now.
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Post by Dante Shadesang on Jun 23, 2009 3:33:08 GMT -5
Dante almost loses balance as he always does as he was unexpected taken in by Iole. www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxkGP1efHOc"Iole... thank you, that is nice to know. It means a lot." He turns to see Iole but realizes somethiing. "You are a grown woman now; no need for me to kneel and speak with you like little Iole I once were. Sorry, I was not around those years... but all questions needed to be answered... all conflicts had to be resolved before I could have move on. And Eva... she does remember. She... just needs some time to recover her memories since she was encased in the ice for so long... Iole, I would really love to explain everything to you but--" His phone rings with an odd beeping sound. He flips it... "No, you idiot--" In the distance the building blows up, crushing the incoming flow of secret police and their radio tower. "You are not helping at all!!! Iole, sorry, I have to stop him and let him know it is all over." He speeds down the docks, disappearing in the horizon... Then: You can thank me later back at the hospital, kid.In an instant, the voice was gone and one can hear single gunshots and grunts of pain as the police and AA gun operators were scattering about being induced with fear of where they were coming from, giving a lot more time for the group.
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Post by Iole on Jun 23, 2009 3:42:52 GMT -5
::Iole watches him leave with sad eyes::
Good-bye then.
::She nearly chokes on it, knowing that might be the last time she sees him, or indeed any of the others for a very long time. Astaroth and whoever she worked for was still out there. She didn't know how deep her resources were, but she did know she'd never stop using them to hunt down both her and Oliver. She watches Dante vanish down the docks before turning to the other three, Sid, Connolly, and Violette::
I guess this is good-bye for us too then.
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