Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
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Post by Chains on Mar 4, 2009 4:29:28 GMT -5
As much as it would have amused him (and it would have amused him very much) Chains had turned away long before the others began arming themselves with makeshift weapons. He stepped over the corpse he had maimed and continued up the hallway, only to pause and look back when their voices caught his attention. He saw the bow and arrows, the de-brushed broom, and his grin widened. “And oh, what a merry band we’ll make,” he breathed softly. A part of him was insisting that he get a move on and leave the useless baggage train of humans behind. But another, wiser part—perhaps a vestige from his creation, urged him to wait and partake in their company. After all, there were no such things as coincidences.
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 4, 2009 4:57:45 GMT -5
Johnny and Veronica nodded at the Monk's words and looked up the hallway to find Chains looking back at them.
Veronica drew her gun back from her jeans and looking at Chains, she replied. "Care to dance?"
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monk
Sprout
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Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 4:59:15 GMT -5
Falcon lept off his shoulder and flew down the hallway and looked around. Monk followed behind slowly, watching the bird, letting him scout the dark halls ahead. Behind, he knew the others were going to follow or make their own way through the school. He could hear the sounds of insane people running around outside, but he was more worried about the ones inside. He heard the falcon's shriek again and rushed forward. Another of the people had found their way inside. "get back here you filthy little bird! imma cut you up and eat cha!" the man was jumping after the bird, swiping around with a knife, missing each swing. Monk rushed forward, dropped one end of the shaft and caught the man behind the knees with a quick swing. The man fell to his knee and swung around at him. He slide the wooden pole in his hands, letting the end crack against the man's wrist, knocking the knife out and he cried out in pain. He spun the staff over his head and brought it around and up into the mans throat. He spun around once more and shot out with a kick, hitting the man's jaw up and into his neck. Another lifeless form slumped over on the floor. The falcon landed back on his shoulder as he called back to the others. "dancing might be a little overrated right now..."
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
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Post by Chains on Mar 4, 2009 5:05:12 GMT -5
The scent of violence-soon-to-come turned Chains almost genial. He glanced at Veronica’s gun, then at her eyes, and favored her with the barest inclination of his head. “Very well. Let us dance then/ you, and I, and all the rest.” It sounded as if he was quoting something by the cadences in his speech. “And may the best of us awake.” Abruptly, he dropped the poet’s rhythms and watched as Monk took the point. The man vanished from view. There were sounds of conflict, stuggle, and then...from around the corner: "Dancing might be a little overrated right now..." Chains just smiled. "Death is a dance, my friend. It is never too late to indulge." So saying, he winked at Veronica and surged after Monk.
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 4, 2009 5:23:33 GMT -5
"Indeed, but then again it depends on how you look at it.", Veronica replied.
"Cheers!", Johnny cut. "Are we just going to stand and talk about dancing or are we gonna boogie?"
Johnny liked the sound of that.
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Post by Trist on Mar 4, 2009 9:41:18 GMT -5
Trist finally got up the urge to come out, he did so quickly and quietly as not to alert what was sure to come. Trist wandered into the hall with caution.
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Post by sacredrapture on Mar 4, 2009 10:00:04 GMT -5
Myzraels eyes shot open. There were cries in the night, cries of pain, of murderous intent. His pupils flashed, and the crystal surrounding him shattered. His wings formed, and turned to the glass window overlooking the city from the Admiral Hotel. He saw movement, far below. Many forms seemed to be heading to what appeared to be an old school. Myzrael stepped forward, and passed through the glass, as it rippled slightly. He took flight towards the school, a malicious smile on his lips.
'This looks to be fun'.
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The needle caught up to him in flight, and he smiled as he saw it was red. He pocketed it as he hung in midair above the school. He saw many criminals making their way in, rabid mindless creatures with no other thoughts but to kill. He deduced they were criminals by their garb; featureless clothing with utilitarian design. He sensed other beings inside the school, undoubtedly those meddling humans and whoever else.
Some of the criminals saw him in the air and stared up at him with hungry eyes. Myzrael met their eyes with a crazed look of his own. 'Hear me mortals!' He thundered. Some others stopped to look up at him. 'Come, have you, to bring death to those who oppose the ideals of destruction, death, and detriment.. I stand for those ideals, alongside you! However..' A finger went to his lips. 'I fancy a massacre tonight. And i like playing with many toys, not just a few' he said with a relish in his tone.
He raised his hand, from each of his wings a feather detached and floated beside him. Slowly they lost their form, and each became a completely black humanoid with no distinguishable features except bat-like wings and red slits for eyes. Both of them fell to the ground without a sound, and on each of their hands formed a long blade. They wasted no time in slashing through the criminals. Blood scattered as bodies fell, but the two dark clones were relentless in their assault.
Myzrael laughed, as balls of black fire surrounded him, and he threw them at those who were trying to escape. Explosions resounded in the night, and dead bodies dotted the school yard. More of them were coming.
'More to send to the Morning Star' Myzrael said as he intensified his black flames.
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Post by Trist on Mar 4, 2009 10:11:04 GMT -5
Trist was blindsided as he could feel an arm wrap around his neck. "That's right lets see if your pop, hahaha!" The laughter shot through him and then black. Trist rose from the ground as his eyes turned black, Jace began to take form behind the man who had Trist in a head lock.
"Hello dearest of the insanity, let me be which you never knew." The Jace took one of his claw like fingers and pierced the mans head killing him in one sharp precise blow. The man dropped Trist and he began gasping for air. This time was different for Trist, as he came to he could see what was going on around him but he could feel Jace looming behind.
"Whats going on?"
Jace swooped in front of him and grinned, "It looks like you've grown some courage, we will see how long it lasts." Jace melded down into the floor as Trist began to work his way farther down the hall.
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 4, 2009 10:11:29 GMT -5
Johnny heard something happening outside the school. Quickly, he rushed to the door and opened it an inch to find the angel Myzrael hovering over the criminals.
Knew it...
But wait.
Two feathers fell from Myzrael's wings, burst into bat-like beings and began chopping the criminals their bladed hands.
More criminals approached the school yard and Myzrael set them ablaze with black flames.
He's on our side...
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Post by Tig on Mar 4, 2009 10:28:01 GMT -5
The scent of blood woke Fiona up. She sat up, clenching her jaw, the scent was overwhelming. She licked at her lips and got up. Something was happening, she could feel it in her bones. The blood always got a reaction out of her, a craving, and almost brought the werewolf out. She rushed from the house and went in the direction the blood came from.
She came to the school and glanced upward. She saw Myzrael. She glanced around at the dead bodies and blood. "Ooh how pretty." She reached out and grabbed a man that the black fire wasn't getting. She ripped out his throat, and broke his neck. She dropped the body at her feet and stepped over him.
Anya heard something outside, and the scent of blood was stronger than before. She came up beside Johnny and glanced outside. Her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of the dead bodies. She noticed the werewolf. Then she froze as she spotted the angel. She watched what was happening. "Hell," she whispered.
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Post by Trist on Mar 4, 2009 10:39:21 GMT -5
Trist stepped slowly down the stairs, careful of each move, he could hear a commotion outside and couldnt decide whether it was friend or foe and didnt want to take pot shot guesses. Your holding your own this time boy,"Jace hissed.
"Yea well, I think I am finally starting to understand what I am, you are, we are."
"Good good, but it makes no matter, in the end your body is mine."
Trist had become almost apathetic towards Jace,"You talk an awful lot you know that?"
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Post by sacredrapture on Mar 4, 2009 10:47:08 GMT -5
Myzrael sensed he was being watched, and saw a pair of eyes staring at him from the front door of the school, which lay slightly ajar.
He blew in the direction of the door, and blades of wind formed from his breath, and sliced the doors into chunks. He saw Johnny standing there, with a woman he didnt recognize. He smiled at both of them, and turned around and continued burning the infidels.
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 4, 2009 12:27:27 GMT -5
Great, Johnny though. And just when he was finally getting on his good side, the angel breaks the damn door down.
Some of the burning criminals approached the open door.
Johnny turned to the rest and yelled, "Start running!"
Johnny picked the arrows off his back and began shooting at the criminals; getting some good hits at exactly where they needed to hurt.
Johnny figured whatever has doing wasn't gonna hold good any longer. Johnny grabbed Anya by the hand and made a run for it into the hallways of the school.
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Post by Jake on Mar 4, 2009 13:05:31 GMT -5
Jake slowly exited the door of the mall, looking at the streets. He noted the sudden surplus of people on the streets, and looked cautiously at the man approaching him. He felt his head collide with the ground as the man tackled him, pulling a shard of glass on Jake, trying to slit his throat. Jake brought up a foot, kicking the man off of him. He hurried to his feet, feeling the drop of blood run down his neck. He brought up his hands, watching the man.
The man lunged forward, glass in hand, attempting to pierce a lung or his heart. Jake quickly attempted to grab the man's wrist, shocked when he succeeded. He quickly twirled the man around, putting his free hand on the man's elbow and pushing whilst pulling his arm, snapping his elbow. Jake shuddered at the sound of the crack, letting the man go and resisting the urge to hurl. Of all things, he was glad he had payed attention in class.
The man screamed in pain as his arm broke, and looked at Jake, anger bubbling from his glare. Jake drew his sword, watching the man with a terrified expression. The man once again tackled him to the ground. Jake looked the man in the eye, and resisted the urge to scream as he felt a fist ram into the side of his face. He took up his katana, bringing it to the man's neck and pushing upwards, decapitating him.
Jake looked up in horror, pushing the bloody corpse off of him and looking at the blood on his white shirt. He couldn't hold down the bile that had built up in his stomach, and watched as more loonies came from every direction. He sheathed his katana and started to run, ignoring the pain in his jaw. He shoved his shoulder into the door, trying to push them closed as the loonies slammed into the other side. He put an iron rod in the door handles, and ran down the corridor, his footsteps echoing all the way.
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
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Post by Chains on Mar 4, 2009 13:40:34 GMT -5
All was chaos and fire and blood and terror and smoke and death. All was as it should be, according to Chains. As it was, he ignored Johnny’s command to run and instead darted the other way: towards the angel and the werewolf and their calculated massacre. Only once before had he indulged in such a killing spree. His was the delight of lovingly slow torture. But something inside told him that for these particularly mindless creatures, the only true torture would be death: the inability for them to go about whatever purpose animated them now. So he leapt gracefully over the bodies of the fallen and slammed into the ranks of the still living. He moved almost like a dancer, in controlled pivots and bounds and ducks and bursts of speed. There was no visible weapon in his clenched right fist, but the first victim he slammed a punch into, doubled over the curled knuckles buried in his stomach, gasped wetly, and then burst open in a mess of entrails and bone and offal. Red letter day, Chains thought to himself. A second tried bull-rushing him but the Clockwork Angel side-stepped with ease. As the man crashed to a halt, before he had even properly turned, Chains was on him. He surged up behind him, spread his fingers wide over the man’s face, placed a foot in the small of his back, and then yanked hard. The man’s head was wrenched backwards. There was a sharp snap of bone, and his neck broke. Chains had already let the body fall and was moving forward, up the corridor. He ducked under one of Myzrael’s shadowy subordinates, unwilling to risk contact with the beings under the other’s command. He felt the heat of the angel’s incineration and stayed at the fringes of the burning, picking off and incapacitating those that managed to survive the fires—darting from one victim to the next with bloodthirsty grace.
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