Geinkotsu
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Post by Geinkotsu on Sept 29, 2009 11:33:23 GMT -5
The long day was coming to an end. The sun sinking bellow the buildings’ horizons. The color of oranges and pinks seeping through the sky and clouds. The night meeting in between with hues of purples and blues. Few stars visible as the meeting of day and night sunk over the city. Winds gently blowing through the streets. It was like a perfect painted canvas that slowly moved away from your grips. A perfect moment since you’ve managed to come here. The silence of night was always peaceful when there were no villains or demons ruining the starry blanketed skies.
This night was one to remember, events placed by the inhabitants actions. All the active city inhabitants couldn’t sleep during such time. It was strange how this peace could make one paranoid, or just want to stay up and enjoy it. Lights from buildings came on, street lights blinking on as the dusk wrapped over the city. Shadows hiding behind objects where the light couldn’t touch. Crickets began chirping lightly as the sun dissolved completely into the horizon. The orange glows disappearing with it. Clouds thinning. Leaving a large blanket of stars and the beautiful glowing round moon. The shading of the craters in the moon looked sketched out and planned. Almost as if an artist had painted the sky, the city his canvas.
Zachery laid stretched out on top of a seven story building. Its purposes once were for a business, but it had died out as the mindless couldn’t do the work given there. The company eventually died, leaving it as it was almost like they all just got up and left. With the few occasional maintenance problems, it was in good shape. So he would spend the night here since it seemed no one would come near the abandon building, let alone search it. The pale light of the moon trickled into the windows, resting upon desks and papers and computers. But they were of no use. The building had been cut off from power long ago. Leaving it to gather dust inside for it has no further use except a shelter for people like Zachery who was out and about at all times. He claimed this building his new shelter. Perhaps he could rest while he had the chance. Because surely, a night such as this, wouldn’t last long. It was perfect, too perfect for such an eerie city. Zachery had always thought of the calm right before a war. And this reminded him just that. But who would even cause a war? There were only Mindless here, and he had not encountered anyone with a brain to acknowledge him.
But maybe that was because he was just not one to care. Even if he did meet someone other than the Mindless, he would only ask a few questions, then move on with his life. He was a simplistic guy this way. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to care, and he didn’t have anything worth of value to have a reason to care. Zachery tended to ignore things. Just walk past them without even acknowledging them if they were hiding in obvious places. He could easily pass as one of the Mindless if he tried. But that was just his lax nature. Though at times he can be very annoying with his ‘dark opinions’. Always pointing out the bad in ones idea or their actions. Though sometimes he hated people in general and liked to be alone in silence. Like he is now.
He laid on his back with his arms folded underneath his head like a pillow. His hair and shirt loosely swaying as the wind gently breezed past the rooftops and around buildings. His figure only outlined by the moonlight. Magnificently brightening his pale skin and silver eyes. The cool pavement underneath him pressing against his skin. The night was a perfect temperature which made you want to lie around and be lazy. The feeling was the far most greatest experience since Zachery had been pulled here.
But that wouldn’t last very long. As the night’s shadows will come around and purge through the streets, searching for you and everyone else like Zachery. They are demons that walk through the night and steal you away before you can come close to figuring out the City’s secret. Their purpose to kill those who dare try and come in between their goal. Will you be kidnapped and killed? Or will you fight back and push ever further into the darkness that surrounds this city? It is a choice that only one can make on their own. The Night of The Shadows has begun……
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Post by citizenmike on Sept 29, 2009 13:12:35 GMT -5
As far as Johnny and Veronica were concerned, time never existed in Animus. It was just the days and the nights, and the spaces in between. Clocks no longer dictated their actions and motions. They could stay here forever and it didn't matter, as strange as it sounded, they were happy in Animus.
Under the pale night, Johnny and Veronica strolled along the streets hand-in-hand. There wasn't anything to say, anything to think about, or do. All that mattered was the feeling they generated from having both their hands locked around anothers.
Occasionally, they'd stare. Johnny would look at Veronica, she'd notice it, and then Johnny'd turn away- and then, the same thing for Veronica. Veronica would look at Johnny, he'd notice it, and then Veronica would turn away. Despite how far they've gone together, there was still something there. It was like a game... They couldn't show that the other was looking, and they both knew it didn't matter, but still, they indulged in it.
"You know, Roth.", Johnny began as he cut the silence. "I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be looking forward to the future in a place like this."
"Neither did I.", Veronica replied.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Sept 29, 2009 14:25:24 GMT -5
Zachery let out a yawn, it was time for him to start moving again. Although there was no sense in walking around aimlessly, he thought it’d be a chance to stretch his legs and whatnot. But something struck him as odd as he stood up. It was darker than it was a moment before….
He looked up and saw the moon had been blocked by a large grey cloud that seemed to threaten rain upon the city. But there was not even the faintest smell of rain. It was as if the cloud had came out of nowhere. And it was gathering heavily with others. Zachery watched for a moment until the moon came out from behind the clouds. It was an eerie yellow, and the skies turned dark, the stars not visible as it was just a sea of darkness. As if time had stopped and something was seeping out of the crevasses of space and time. Street lights stopped on the light they showed and began to flicker on and off, almost like the one he had passed earlier. But something was amidst, and it wasn’t a very wise idea to stick around and find out.
There was an odd sound, something you would hear if the sink was clogged or perhaps a wet gurgle. But it was a cross over from a gurgle and a growl, a very shallow one at that. A black inky hand grabbed the ledge of the building, followed by a few more until a brilliant blue mask was raised over the edge. Zachery froze, wondering if this was something that happened every night in this city. He had only been here about a day and everything was new to him. Especially this… this monster.
It heaved itself over the edge and it’s goop like form made a sickening smack onto the pavement. It had obviously noticed Zachery. And it wasn’t going to ignore him. It made the same gross sound from before as it was climbing the building and large spikes came from the ground, trying to impale him. He jumped back a few times and used his Kido to deflect the last one. A large see through shield appeared around his arm. It successfully blocked the attack, but broke in the process. The shards evaporated.
This wasn’t the only shadowy demon to come out from its depths. Down bellow in the streets, they rose from alley ways and seeped out of cracks. Their masks all different by class as they came out into the street. Their forms were like large ink blobs with mutated amount of arms. Either holding their mask or it was stuck to their form. A large group came from the alleyway where Johnny and Veronica were near. The on in front had a dark red mask carved with flames, the others all had vibrant blue masks like the one Zachery was fighting. The street lights had flickered off, the only light was that of the eerie moon hanging through the clouds. The shadows killing Mindless if they got in their way, pools of blood soaking the streets and walls as they slithered out to find all the inhabitants of the city that had any intelligence to be prying where they shouldn’t be. Which would be all the active inhabitants of the city that were dragged here through Hotel Room #4.
A dark cloud move faster than the rest, coming down to the city from the sky. But it was no cloud. They were demons, just as the others. But they all had either a bird like form or that of a human with wings. Each having their own individual masks that varied between their abilities.
Demons of the Shadows. Forced to come from where ever they lurked before hand. They were swarming through the city this night, destroying the calm that was before. An group of demons that have never been seen before. Their masks will shatter upon their death and the inhabitants Animus City will be attacked mercilessly. This night… will be the longest they’ve ever endured.
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Post by kaybeezy on Sept 29, 2009 17:39:22 GMT -5
Chrystabelle walked quietly through the desolate streets, used to the relative silence of Animus by now. She carried a large, nondescript backpack, which was nearly bursting with books. She had just been leaving the library; it had become a custom for her to go to the library every couple of days and leave with almost half her weight in books. She'd find a quiet place and soak up the information like a sponge, learning so much about the things they didn't have back in her original home.
As she rounded the corner and turned onto a different street, she paused, immediately sensing something was amiss. This was the same street she always walked down to get to her apartment, but she'd never seen it so dark. Where were all the street lights? The only light seemed to come from the moon, and even that seemed dim.
Feeling strangely uneasy, Chrystabelle quickened her pace, small time skips helping her to move faster. She was sure she'd feel better when she was in her brightly lit apartment. Her feet splashed lightly in warm puddles, accompanied by a sickeningly familiar aroma. A shadow crossed the moon, and she found it hard to believe it could be a bird. It was much too large.
She decided to stay calm. Her apartment was only a few more blocks away, and then she'd feel silly for freaking out. She nearly laughed; she'd obviously been spending too much time alone. It was making her paranoid. In the street, she noticed a puddle of what could have been oil, with it's black and inky appearance. But unlike oil, it started to move, similar to the slithering of a snake. She stopped walking just to check if she was imagining things, and in a split second it'd darted across the street and onto the sidewalk directly in front of her. Chrystabelle could only stare with wide eyes as the puddle morphed into a shadowy, human shaped being wearing a vibrant blue mask.
In that next second, she'd screamed, turn, and ran.
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Post by Chains on Sept 29, 2009 21:55:11 GMT -5
Alexander almost collided with her.
It was the first time in a while, that he had dared to brave Animus at night. And even as he had gathered his courage to him, and heightened his senses by drawing on Senge's, he considered it an act of foolish bravado. There was no good reason for this venture. Well. No sensible reason at the very least. What goaded him to emerge, slinkingly, like some primordial creature, was a strange combination of self-loathing and deprecation. He was sick of this festering city. By day, he slept because he needed to. By night, he sat in the derelict building he had taken to calling his own, and watched and listened, as things moved in the darkness. He avoided outside. Avoided the alleyways which gaped at him like toothless mouths. Avoided the streets which crawled with nightmares that had no names. In his dreams, Senge snarled at him-impatient and restless, but during the night he sat, unmoving and hollowed eyed, carefully thinking of nothing at all. He hadn't been himself of late. And it had started to chafe.
( Riddle me this, his reflection had told him once in a dream in which his eyes were mirrors and glass fell from his mouth, Why be half alive, when you can be half dead?
By which, having woken up in cold sweats and shuddering, he had taken to mean- his current existence wasn't much of an existence at all. It took him another day to gather up his fortitude, but he felt more like the Alexander of old with even that shaky effort. And although his heart hammered in his ears, and his stomach had taken lodging somewhere up in his mouth, he forced himself out, into the night.
And he had gone for a walk.
See? Not so bad. He knew he talked himself through it, as a swimmer might do, braving deep water for the first time. He kept Senge right below his awareness, overlaid so shallowly that he could slip into the second skin with a single thought. Not so bad at all. He used Senge's eyes when the last of the light had faded, letting the golden pupils pierce the darkness for him with ease. Cars lay scattered, hunched and brooding on the street, picked out in the flickering illumination of mournful streetlights. Once an owl flew by him, silent and predatory, and Alexander flinched at the whisper of its pinions. But: It's manageable. Just keep walking.
He had been keeping careful track of the streets in his head as he wandered, and he had just turned onto a new one-about to double back and head in the direction of 'home' when a scream split the night. He flinched again, mental hackles raised, as he whirled towards the noise-and almost ended up turning straight around, into a young woman that came flying up the street towards him. Reflexively, Alexander had put out his arms to catch hold of her and stop her from falling.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Sept 30, 2009 3:09:28 GMT -5
Zachery backed away from the strange blob and mask. It was oddly frightening and had a sense of murderous intent to it. He darted for the edge of the building, he had only the dagger strapped to his leg. But not even that would stop this thing from following. Only stall it for a few moments. He reached the edge of the building and quickly stopped to see the enormous amount of bloods squishing through and out to the street. He couldn’t escape by jumping, even as high as he was, they were clearly visible as their shadowy forms piled through the small area and spilled out onto the open street. He was lucky only one of them had found him so far. But what about all the people? The defenseless citizens that were usually called the Mindless. He had to do something to protect them, shouldn’t he?
He pulled the dagger from his pant leg and held it ready. The masked demon wasn’t going to back down over a simple runner. Zachery threw the dagger at the mask. It hit, but was reflected of easily. Only leaving a faint scratch. He was obviously going to have to try something different. As he was trying to deflect off the one demon, the cloud of others was scattering over the skies, and dozens of them had spotted him and were coming his direction.
Zachery’s eyes glew white as he held his hands in a triangle shape, pointing at the Blue Masked Demon. “Carriage of thunder-” he whispered, almost in audible, A large pole of light emerged from his hands, “Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six.” He finished, throwing the rod at the demon and it split into six separate ones in mid-air. Piercing the Masked Demon and binding him there. Zachery quickly used his fire Kido to finish it off. Its mask incinerated with the rest of its body. He quickly turned around to see another demon, but this time it was in a different form. It was like a large bird with a green mask over its face. Before he could react to the sudden encounter, he was thrown off the building and into the swarm bellow.
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Post by citizenmike on Sept 30, 2009 3:50:42 GMT -5
It was as if the night had grown darker when Johnny took Veronica into his arms; standing horizontally paralleled on the alleyway, the world as far as they knew belonged to the adoring eyes that stood before each of them, respectively.
Johnny and Veronica didn't know what it was, but they could feel it. Whatever it was, it was foreign to their world, a trespasser. As far as Veronica was concerned, she knew Animus, and that thing... Whatever it was, wasn't part of Animus. As for Johnny, it was his killer's instinct telling him something was wrong... It was bad no good.
They both looked into each others eyes, each hiding the cry of worry that seemed on the verge to break through tear.
Quietly, Veronica recited her incantations beneath her breath, and Johnny, he just drew for the only thing he could protect himself with... The cold steel of his .45.
Veronica saw the hideous masked globs approach Johnny from behind as Johnny watched them crawling up her skin.
It was time. Veronica's eyes dilated as she motioned forward and pushed the masked glob off from behind Johnny, as he in turn, lunged forward and fired a shot past Veronica's shoulder, hitting the glob that had tried to motion up her body.
With their backs pressed against each other, Johnny and Veronica circled the alleyway and found that they had been cornered by... These things.
Johnny resigned himself to the fact that Veronica could take care of herself, with that power she gained, she could do anything. But no, it wasn't an excuse. He wasn't going to let her fight it alone; hell, if he had his way, he wasn't gonna let her fight period. But here they were, and damn it, they needed each other.
Johnny cracked his neck, and from the inside of his mind, he heard the sound of guitars paving his actions. "Let's play!", Johnny shouted as he charged forward and began shooting at every one of the glob that came at him.
Veronica kept herself against the better of Johnny, as she opened up three portals that sucked in and tore the globs. More of them were coming, and Veronica didn't know how much longer she was going to hold it.
"The moment the spell wears off and Johnny runs out of bullets.", Veronica spoke to herself. "That's going to be it for us... No, it can't happen!""
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Post by kaybeezy on Sept 30, 2009 13:23:00 GMT -5
Chrystabelle nearly screamed again when she felt the arms, struggling in their grasp. She jumped backwards with a small time skip, realizing after a moment that the person in front of her was not like what she'd seen back there. He was a real, not mindless man.
She immediately went back to panicking. "Please sir, you need to run!" She pleaded, beginning to pull his arm in the direction she'd been going. "There's these...things, like murderous shadows! I know it sounds crazy, but we really must go-" Her voice was cut off by the sound of gunshots nearby. Eyes widening, she looked around, wondering who else was being terrorized tonight. She didn't know what they were or where they came from, but she couldn't stand the thought of these creatures roaming around and hurting people.
"What on earth is going on here?" She asked quietly, eyes scanning for shadows while alternately glancing at the stranger.
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Post by Chains on Sept 30, 2009 14:00:42 GMT -5
Alexander quickly released her when it became clear that she was panicking in his supportive grasp. He studied her carefully, in the short interval of time he had before she started to, rather frantically, pull him down the street. Young. Certainly no more than twenty- and extremely frightened. She was jabbering something about shadows as she grabbed his arm and tried to drag him in the direction he had just come from. Shadows? A spike of uneasiness lanced through him. He stood very still, resisting her efforts to move, barely breathing, staring into the darkness of the Animus night. And then, interrupting both her pleading and his intense survey, came the sound of gunshots piercing and desperate somewhere nearby. The young woman froze, and Alexander froze with her.
What on Earth is going on here? she breathed.
"I don't know." He flashed a glance her way, aware that Senge's eyes shone a brief gold in the darkness. "It doesn't sound like anything good." To run or to stay. To vanish before the storm hit, or to weather whatever was heading towards them. Shadows. For a moment, Alexander was absolutely split down the middle, torn between new fear and old resolution. Seconds passed and he was etherized by indecision, hanging there-unable to make up his mind, as the young woman looked to him, waiting for him to say something more, to move, to react. Damn me for all seven kinds of fool, he snarled viciously at himself. Enough is enough. "But I'm going to go find out." He stepped in front of her, discretely hinting that she was by no means obligated to go with him.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Sept 30, 2009 16:31:51 GMT -5
Zachery had fallen seven stories off a building and strait into the clutches of a mass group of these Shadow Demons. He couldn’t use any of his binding skills on such a close range, his incantation would take to long. Before he could escape, he was pulled under into a seemingly pool of black slime. Either they were trying to kill him with suffocation or trying to capture him. Each Shadow pilling onto each other. Unable to see anything within the pitch blackness, his lungs deprived of oxygen, he couldn’t hold his breath any longer. Taking in the disgusting oily slime that made up these Demon’s forms. Seemingly the death of Zachery in an alley way with no way out.
Something clicked and echoed out of the alleyway. Only to be silenced by a barrel of flames. It was as if an entire casket of jet fuel was ignited and exploded out of the alleyway. The flames was like a strait shot of clouded fumes. Hued with whites, oranges, and reds. Reaching all the way into the other alley as it’s flames licked the building. The shadows in the line of fire were incinerated into black dust and evaporated. Their masks cracking into millions of shards, then dissipating as well. The funnel of fire quickly ceased, the light from it dimming as it left. Leaving terrible scorch marks across the street and the sides of the buildings. The blackness charred onto their material and never to come out.
Zachery came running out of the alleyway, coughing up the sludge from his lungs and wiping it off of him. He had burn marks on his skin as well as his cloths were ripped and tattered. Small trickled of crimson colored blood dripping from the minor cuts. Even as much as he wanted to stop and collapse to his knees to regain the air in his lungs. He saw groups of shadows following two people. And they were running, unlike the Mindless, whom were slaughtered on contact. But only if they were to be in the a Shadow’s way. The sounds of lightening came from Johnny’s gun as he shot at the demons. Which was probably only helping a bit. But Zachery wasn’t going to stick around and fight the group that followed. He spun on his heel and took off at a quick sprinting speed, hoping the two didn’t get a good look at him before he ran. Because he never saw anyone before this strange attack of Shadow Demons, so he assumed they had to have been part of the occurrence somehow.
His shoes slapped on the wet blood paved road. Dead bodies of Mindless laying in middle of the street, lifeless and limp. The crimson shade gleaming off the eerie moon light. The reflection of demons flying overhead glimpsed off it as their black figures raced in the sky to find anything living to kill. He ignored the dead Mindless, hit shoes splashing in the small puddle and impressing his shoe mark in them, as well as expanding the puddle in messy spots and spatters. Red blood smearing on his shoes and the bottoms of his jeans.
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Post by kaybeezy on Sept 30, 2009 17:57:55 GMT -5
Chrystabelle paused. This man seemed to be giving her a choice, something that only a decent person would do. She didn't have the time to be grateful for this occurrence as she scrambled to think of the best plan of action. She had no idea what the shadow things were, or what they wanted, though she was absolutely certain the puddles she'd ran through were composed of human blood. She doubted she'd be able to fight them; she'd never been in any sort of conflict before.
But did that matter? Her sense of morality would not allow her to stand idly by while innocent people were being slaughtered. In whatever way that she could help, she would do it to the best of her abilities. With that decision firmly resolved, she felt her fear slip away, replaced with a sense of fierce determination.
She turned to the man and looked him directly in the eyes. "I'm going with you," she declared, leaving no room for debate. She silently promised that no matter what, she wouldn't let herself become a burden to him. She began to walk in the direction of the gun shots; someone must be there, including whatever these shadow beings were. "I'm Chrystabelle by the way, sir," she added in a surprisingly calm tone. "Even though these aren't the most pleasant of circumstances, it's nice to meet you."
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Post by Chains on Sept 30, 2009 18:29:27 GMT -5
The briefest of smiles flickered across Alexander's face, there on minute, then gone the next. If nothing else, this Chrystabelle had spine. Of course, spine alone was only an invitation to get killed, and tempting death was exactly what she seemed to be doing by striding off past him, seemingly unarmed to confront the darkness. Alexander jogged to catch up with her reclaim the lead, keeping her protectively a step behind him. "Alexander," he replied. He glanced back over a shoulder, fleetingly so as not to take his eyes off the street ahead for more than a moment. "And the pleasure is all mine." Cautiously, he stalked forward deeper into the warren of streets that made up this section of Animus. The sound of gunfire had faded, but there was something on the air. He raised his head and sniffed silently at the heavy breeze. Smoke? Fire? Blood for sure. And a fair bit of it. Come on. Where are you? What are you? Shadows, Chrystabelle had said. Discretely, he eased the Sinful Sisters a little in their sheathes. He was rapidly coming to lose faith in the power of steel in this city: but it was old habit. The Laughing Girl's hilt was cool to his touch. There. What was that? If he had been wearing Senge's skin, he would have swung his canine head to the right, ears pricked and the beginnings of a warning growl rumbling in his throat. As it was, he flung out an arm to halt Chrystabelle behind him and listened as the sound grew nearer. Footsteps. "Hear that?" he asked her softly. "Sounds like they might be coming our way."
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Post by Geinkotsu on Sept 30, 2009 19:29:38 GMT -5
Zachery kept his pace as he ran through the slaughtered. The marks on their limp lifeless bodies varies from cuts, burns, ice, and even somewhat of a dark residue. The innocent Mindless were killed and they had not a chance to even escape. He bared not much emotion for these humans, but he was determined that he would find a solution to this sudden swarm of demons. Or at least the reason. A small group spotted him running, and he raised his right arm, palm vertically strait towards the group, bracing his arm with his left hand. “Hado 24!” He shouted out with a strong and forceful voice. In muddle of his palm a round thin disk of blue and white fire swirled in a circular motion until a sudden burst of funneled fire came from his hand. Striking the few blue masked shadows. Their blob like form evaporated, following with the familiar shattering of the mask.
He was tiring himself with the use of these spells since the Life Energy here was so low. It was peculiarly strange. Before the moon had turned an eerie yellow, it was just fine. But only small leaking of Life Energy came from the plants that inhabited street cracks and the dark leafless trees that would have been used on a Halloween night. Zachery took a quick look back, seeing more of them following him. He had not the power to fight them in such a thin layered Life Flow. It was like the entire city was cut off from it except the few plants that emitted it.
He still wanted to rest somewhere, get a better view on this entire situation. For now it seemed no where was safe from these masked shadows. Zachery started running for his life again, turning on the curb and onto another street, where he saw two people coming this way, Alexander and Chrystabelle. Jesus, was everyone in pairs today?! He ran strait past them with only but a simple glance of his eyes to warn them of the swarm that was following him. He hadn’t gotten far when the sound of the gurgling nasty stomach churning growl came from a few of them as they saw two more targets. They quickly spilled around the corner and started racing their way towards the three. And Zachery looked back for a moment, only to quicken his pace and go for a sprint. As horrible as it was, those two were on their own.
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Post by kaybeezy on Sept 30, 2009 19:58:34 GMT -5
Chrystabelle followed Alexander, intrigued by his desire to be in front. It reminded her of the research she'd done about bears, and how mothers were always fiercely protective of their cubs. Though she knew this situation was different, it was interesting to see how animals and humans harbored the same characteristics. However, she didn't want to be the cub; she pulled herself up straight and proud, in hopes of coming across as strong as Alexander.
'Focus,' she mentally scolded herself, easing the thoughts of bears and forests out of her mind. Her wandering mind had always gotten her into strange mishaps, and there was a chance she could die here if she didn't stay on her toes. Already her ears tuned in on the sound of footsteps, which she'd been oblivious too before.
"Do you hear that, Ale-" She paused as a young man came running down the street, offering them nothing but a slight glance as he continued hurrying away. "I never met him before either," she stated thoughtfully. She wondered when he'd been plucked from his old life, and immediately brushed the thoughts away as she again gained focus. It appeared that as the boy ran off, he'd left them a whole congregation of the shadows to deal with.
Going on a whim, she tried speaking to them. "Hello, shadows!" She called, doubting they'd respond. She'd been wondering recently why the heroes in stories never tried speaking to the monsters before they slayed them, when it could save so much time and trouble. The shadows darted towards her and Alexander at an alarming speed, and she realized why heroes never bothered.
Because it didn't work.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 1, 2009 9:44:13 GMT -5
Veronica began to quiver; the hold she had on her powers was slowly thinning and Veronica wasn't sure if she could hold herself out any longer. Holding her hands out as she kept the portals open, Veronica dropped against Johnny's back.
"Johnny,", Veronica spoke with a tire in her voice. "How much more bullets do you have on you?"
"Not a lot, Roth... Not a lot.", Johnny replied as he shifted his head back and looked at her. With the baby growing inside her and those powers taking what energy she had in her, Veronica didn't look good... Girl was on the verge of fainting. "Let go, Roth."
"What?"
"You heard me, Roth. Trust me... Please."
Veronica nodded and let go of her powers, closing the portals before her. Veronica slumped against Johnny's back as in a quick and sudden motion, Johnny turned over and scooped Veronica into his arms.
"Grab the gun.", Johnny said in a rush as he hurried down the alleyway. Veronica took the gun into her hands and began to fire at the globs, paving a clear, yet sticky path into the street.
Johnny panted as he reached the street. Looking at three others, residents, new residents, he hadn't met, Johnny offered them a smile and a nod. "Nice evening we have out, don't we?".
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