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Post by monk on Mar 7, 2009 0:28:21 GMT -5
Monk stopped just after lifting his foot off the ground. His old training had taught him enough in ways of restraint that the only sound coming from his person, was that of the his clothes being played with by the small breeze. He strained to hear, but no amount of his training would have helped him with that. He tilted his head slowly to look around, then back over to Chains in wonder.
Reduk stepped to his sister's side and draped an arm around her shoulders. "I know sister. If you want to bleed them, go ahead. What say you we draw them to the roof and then bring them back down here? Do it right and they will be hurting for sure." He drew a small pouch out of his pocket and opened it, pulled out one of the small pieces of candy and started to suck on it.
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Post by Tig on Mar 7, 2009 0:40:25 GMT -5
Fiona lifted her head as she gazed upon the asylum as she approached. She glanced down at her blood stained hands. She giggled with delight, then moved inside the building. She moved quietly through the halls, curious as to why the insane beings had been released.
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Post by Chains on Mar 7, 2009 0:59:22 GMT -5
Bast leaned companionably into her twin. "Sometimes I fear you indulge me too much, brother. But then I remember that you enjoy my suggestions as much as I do, and my guilt vanishes. Very well then. Let us prick them and see if they bleed as much or as prettily as the good doctors did." Bleed, bleed, bleed--went the echo. And when it faded, so had Bast. Reduk's arm was resting on nothing but air...
Chains glanced at Monk. He can't even sense it, he thought to himself. Humans. Have I truly forgotten that they are good for nothing but raw material-- the building blocks in my pyramid of experimentation. He thought about disemboweling the man just to spite himself, and then noticed with a jolt that Monk's clothes were moving slightly. In a...breeze? They were on the third floor of an airless, lightless building. Chains' instincts screamed at him. The breeze intensified almost in the same exact instant, became a slightly stronger current of air, then a full fledged-wind, shrieking down the corridor at them both. The hallways filled with papers blown out of the destroyed rooms. The light flickered and dimmed. Chains stood firm in the swirling maelstrom of debris, his fists clenched loosely and called out to Monk above the roar of the sudden storm, "It seems like the puppet master has grown impatient with pulling our strings!"
The wind grew more and more furious in intensity, gathering strength until it seemed that it would sweep them away. And then, just as unexpectedly as it had come, it died down. The lights spluttered and clung fitfully to life.
Chains blinked.
Bast stepped out of the air several feet away from them both. "Hello gentlemen," she grinned.
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Post by monk on Mar 8, 2009 6:01:19 GMT -5
Reduk smiled as he popped another piece of the odd candy into his mouth. He lowered his arm and put the package away, spat out some of the candy onto the wall. He watched for a moment, waited and listened. He could hear the faint echo of her voice, "hello gentlemen," and he cackled for a moment. "Dear sister, you always had the better manners." He spat on the wall again and left the room. He knew where he wanted to meet their newest toys.
He maintained his stance through the storm, he felt his head tilt to one side as the storm died, and a girl appeared. Something about the voice chilled his spine, but he suppressed the urge to shiver. He felt his arms grow heavy and his vision started to blur. He started to walk slowly forwards. The few papers that still drifted to the floor seemed to have froze themselves in midair. No, they were moving, barely. He felt his head move slowly to look back behind them, where he had been standing. he thought for a moment he saw someone else, or was it himself? He studied the face and realized it wasn't someone else, but not quite himself either. "Call me crazy," time slowly started to speed back up. He was facing Chains now. "But, that feeling I mentioned earlier? I think she might be a part of it all..." Those few papers had drifted all the way to the floor now, and he was several paces ahead of Chains. His grip on the staff tightened, and each step was short and quick, he held the staff in front of him in case he needed to defend himself quickly. He eased his way within twenty feet of this newcomer and started to study quickly. "hello lassie," his head bowed slightly to her as he spoke. Somewhere deep inside he knew this was a very bad idea, and yet he must do it. He hoped that Chains' previous displayed love of violence would turn out benefical when the time came...
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Post by Chains on Mar 9, 2009 22:20:30 GMT -5
Where Chains' smile was the slow, calculated grin of a sadist, Bast's was the toothy, malevolent sneer of a shark. "Oh my," she said softly as Monk stepped forward and offered his courtesies, "I have to say, it always pains me when they're so polite. The rude ones are the easiest to kill but the polite ones...well... The polite ones give me a trace amount of guilt." She reached out a hand, beckoning him closer as if to share a secret. Her smile never faded. "Careful," Chains said unnecessarily. "It looks as if the bitch might have bite." Bast's eyes flicked to him. "I will get to you in a moment. Hold. Your. Tongue." The air thickened and writhed as if tortured. Chains' hand shot out and grabbed something invisible, something hidden, that had been aimed at his head. Caught it, held it, and then, with his eyes on hers, crushed it. The thing shattered. "I rather like my tongue," he said amiably. "It lets me ask all sorts of questions to my, ah, my volunteers, when they still have the capacity to answer. After a time, they do so unfortunately tend to fade into rambling gibberish, but such is the nature of human fallacy. And human weakness. There's only so much your kind can take, when you get right down to it. And you're no exception, my raging telepathist. You might think yourself immune, but trust me," he stepped lightly forward, all taut readiness and provocation, "You're not. You're no better than all the rest of them." Bast vanished from in front of Monk. Re-appeared a split second later in front of Chains, in a rush of snarling air. "The rest of them are all dead, fool. I killed them. By the time I'm done with you, you're going to wish I had done the same to your sorry carcass. But for the slights you have given me, and the arrogance of your nature, I intend to bleed the life from you one drop at a time." "Ah, then you and I share a fundamental interest," Chains smiled. "But I can guarantee you, my friend, you are limited by a very basic and very mundane imagination. Let me show you what I mean." And then he was moving--moving far faster than a human could hope to move, his hand going for her eyes, his fingers stiffened to do significant harm. But Bast wasn't there. She blinked into existence behind him, holding what looked to be a blood-encrusted double headed spear, its ends trailing fire from their honed tips. She lunged as Chains with the new and deadly weapon but somehow, Chains had sensed her presence and had already stepped inside her reach. His ensuing punch caught her fully in the face and Bast reeled backwards, bleeding from the nose. He followed her retreat, but the critical distance had been broken and Bast warded him off with a surprisingly quick sweep of her spear. The two circled each other in the flickering hallway, each grinning, both looking for blood.
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Post by pyro on Mar 9, 2009 22:22:50 GMT -5
Mona quietly followed behind the two men until she finally lagged behind and lost them as they walked down random corridors in the huge building. After a few minutes of wandering aimlessly, a sudden wind blew everything into more of a mess than it was before. She faintly heard a sly voice greeting somebody which was followed by a cackle. Mona followed it hoping she wouldnt lose her way again.
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Post by monk on Mar 10, 2009 1:14:05 GMT -5
Monk didnt move as the girl started to move, then as she appeared between him and Chains, he simply turned to watch. The fight seemed interesting enough, but he knew that these two would have more fun without him around. He tried to follow their movements as best he could, however it was still trying to do so. He crouched down, letting the staff stand straight up next to him as he did so.
He walked slowly down the hallway, he could make out his sister's voice. One hand traced the scars on his wrist and arms, the other hand reached out to the naginata leaned up against the wall next to the door. The blood of the doctors had finally dried on the shaft. Their agonized screams still echoed in his ears, their joyful twitching bodies in his eyes. There more outside that would be even more fun then those weak doctors. More would be outside too. So many more. He came around a corner and looked around, spotting a female wondering around. He looked her up and down, thought for a moment as one hand tightened around the shaft, the other started to move to his chin as he shifted his weight to one side. "Hmmm... You look like a nice treat, my sister would love to meet you. I don't think you're worth my time, however." He started to walk off, starting to whistle slowly, letting each step echo as he drew breath for the tune. He paused and looked over his shoulder for a moment, "don't you want to see the show?" He pulled out a small stone from his pocket and threw it in the direction of his sister, and the lump squating on the floor.
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Post by Chains on Mar 10, 2009 4:57:54 GMT -5
"Limited imagination," Chains said, as he prowled around Bast in a tight, cautious circle. "Limited experience." "Your talking is beginning to annoy me," Bast laughed. "Limited knowledge. Limited courage. Limited potential." "I know now that when I have you pinned to the ground at my feet, your tongue shall be the first thing you lose. The rest can wait." "You are certainly welcome to try, but your delusions of grandeur are as misplaced as your sense of your own self worth," Chains said with another of his smiles. "Better beings than you have attempted the same. They normally live just along enough to apologize. Although in your case, I might make an exception. I might keep you alive long enough to apologize twice." They came together then in a rush of motion as if on some pre-agreed signal, like two stags locking antlers, like two storms clashing in a void. Bast crow-hopped forward, only to transfer her momentum into a sudden and powerful lunge at the last possible second, thrusting the spear with all her force at Chain's chest. The tips wept flame through the air. Again, Chains managed to somehow duck past the initial thrust and come up inside Bast's reach but the telepath was ready for him this time and she pivoted on her back foot, bringing the weapon down as if to shatter his skull. Chains raised his hand and the spear slammed down with bone-jarring force into his open hand. Undeterred by the impact, he closed his fist around the weapon as if to wrench it from her grasp but before he could do so, Bast laughed in his face and did something with her eyes that bordered on the inhuman. Chains saw himself for a split second, reflected with terrible clarity in her pupils. Not as he appeared now, but as he had appeared Then. When he had been newly formed. The image was raw enough to make him falter for a fraction of a moment, and then a needle of mental hate, honed by Bast's mind punctured his thoughts and ripped them to shreds. His vision exploded into crimsons and purples and blacks. Bast leaned back and yanked with all her strength but the blow hadn't proved adequate enough to dislodge Chains. He hung on to the weapon by a miracle of will, and the two went spinning in an unco-ordinated circle, fighting for the spear. Chains' awareness returned slowly. He blinked and his vision came back up out of the darkness. He realized that she had made him bleed, from the mouth and from his left eye, quiet trickles of red that ran down his pale skin. "Well now," he said, flashing her a smile that glinted with gore. "That wasn't very nice, was it? Normally I wait until I have my enemy defeated before I stick my fingers into their grubby little minds." "Perhaps it is you who is constrained by their imagination then," Bast laughed. She reared her head back like a snake about to strike, and lashed out again with a razor-edged extension of her venomous mind. Chains turned the majority of the blow and though his vision wavered, it didn't dissolve and although the trickles of blood intensified, his thoughts hadn't scattered like before. But unlike before, Bast had followed this attack up with another one. The spear dissolved into so much ash, and Chains was suddenly holding onto nothing. Before he could compensate, she had flung herself on him. The two hit the ground hard, Chains beneath her, but their positions were quickly reversed. Rolling, he managed to pin Bast beneath him and then while she snarled at him and struggled to rise, he took her head in his hands and commenced to slam it: once, twice, thrice, into the ground.
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Post by monk on Mar 10, 2009 7:09:59 GMT -5
Monk felt something strike the back of his head. He was actually enjoying the fight of Chains and the crazy girl. He slowly got up and turned around. The owner of the stone and come closer and was turned sideways, still facing him. "You look bored, allow me to entertain you while you wait for your friend to finish." He glanced over to watch as the two jumped, fighting over the spear. Monk stood up and walked closer, spinning the staff around to bear infront of him. He gripped the staff a little tighter, still facing the man straight on. "I am Reduk, may I know your name?" he bowed slightly as he spoke. "I go by Monk, for I am unfit to hold any other name." he returned the bow as he spoke. "Now that the formalitles are out of the way, let us continue with the entertainment, neh?" "agreed. Those doctors were all business." Reduk jumped forward, bringing the naginata upwards at the monk's arms. He spun around to avoid the strike and the blade cut through his shirt. He ducked as the blade swung around level at his neck. He brought his eyes up in time to see the weapon coming down on his head. The staff found its way up to block the strike. "Ah, he does value his life. Come, Monk, show me what you know." Reduk stepped back, allowing him to stand up. He brought the staff up and slide one hand to one end, the other near the center of the shaft; one foot slide ahead of the other and stopped under neath a chunk of broken bricks. He started to slide the back foot forward, the naginata came up. Monk quickly flicked the bricks at Reduk, took two quick short steps forward and planted the shaft against the ground. He pulled himself up as his moment carried him forward. The naginata blocked the brick, while Reduk prepared to counter, Monk kicked the blade out of the way, landed and spun the staff down from over his head; Reduk jumped back and glared at him. "What I value is not life." Monk stood back up and held the staff to his side and let go, letting it fall against the wall. Reduk jumped forward, his leg shot out at him and caught his side. He dropped his right arm to block and his left arm darted to the man's knee. He retracted his leg and swung again, then again, and again. Each time the monk blocked and tried to strike back at the man. The last kick, he spun around and dropped, taking the other's leg out from beneath him. He came back up and went into neutral stance, waiting for the man to get back up; glanced to Chains and the sister. "It appears your sister is getting her ass kicked." The man swung his legs up and hopped back to his feet. "You will pay, both of you will pay!" Reduk jumped forward, bringing his fist down at monk's jaw. He took the hit, stumbled back and tripped over the rubble. He hit his head hard, and the world started to blur. He felt a sharp pain in his legs, then in one arm, the monk forced himself to look down and tried to make out what had happened. Reduk stood on his knees, the blade rested on monk's arm. "Ill finish you really quick and cut off that bastards head." He watched as the blade came up over Reduks head before he reached around, his hands found something. He watched as the blade started its path towards his neck and sat up, his arm thrusted to the man's side as the shaft hit his head. The world blacked out on him. Reduk stumbled back, away from Monk and his rabid attack. A piece of concrete stuck out of his side. He pulled on it, yanking the piece of rebar out of his side with it. He stared at the monk and stumbled away. He rushed over to Chains, bringing his blade up as his pace quickened. "Get off my sister!" he swung the blade at the man.
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Post by pyro on Mar 10, 2009 21:39:25 GMT -5
Mona watched the monk fight with somebody who was obviously out of the ordinary. As she watched, Monk suffered some pretty painful blows by the looks of it. Not thinking, she rushed forward as the man walked over to Monks partner. She drew out her sword and swung, hoping it would at least distract the man to give the others a fighting chance. She never thought of this being her possible death, she only acted. Even though she could remember nothing of her life before Animus, the sword in her hand felt natural. Like she was meant to wield a blade, like it was her job.
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Post by Trace on Mar 11, 2009 11:53:00 GMT -5
Why here? He'd been in this damn city for less than a day but already Trace was getting in to deep. He didn't know why he had been drawn here, but there was a smell, that smell, it had drawn his attention, brought him here, to where the crazed lived.
Or used to live. He could feel it, everything in his body was screaming at him. But they were screaming different things.
We should leave, I'm sure we dont want to die.
Trace wasn't so sure about that. He didn't really care what was waiting for him inside there, whether it meant death or something completely different.
It was that smell, the smell of pain and death. Of something more. Trace walked forward, into the depth of insanity. Towards the shouting and the screams.
If felt good.
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Post by Chains on Mar 11, 2009 23:59:56 GMT -5
Reduk’s shout gave him away. Chains surrendered his hold, reluctantly, on Bast’s skull and rolled lithely to the side. He half hoped that the new attacker’s wild swing would continue unchecked and take off the telepath’s head in the process, but then where was the fun in that? He wanted his enemy alive at the end of this all: teaching the dead to beg was still a work in progress. Chains came up in a crouch, his back to the man behind him. His eyes took in Monk’s motionless body, lying prostrate on the ground, and his smile grew fractionally. Humans. Useless, the lot of them. When you wanted something done, you had to do it your- His thoughts broke off with the sudden realization that they weren’t alone. The two killers had been joined by others. Chains whirled around, to see Mona striking out at Reduk with a blow mean to open the twin from throat to groin. His eyes widened (where had she come from?) and behind her was another recent arrival, edging forward like a wolf drawn into the hunt. On the ground at Reduk’s feet, Bast lay in a puddle of blood, but even as he watched—she was stirring like something stepped on. Chains’ surprise grew. He had felt her skull shatter beneath his hands: shatter like a rather stubborn eggshell. She shouldn’t be moving, let alone struggling, weakly, to stand. “Brother!” Bast yelled, her voice made shrill by pain. Her words were accompanied by a sprayed mist of blood and an out flung hand. “Behind you!”
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Post by monk on Mar 12, 2009 22:25:52 GMT -5
"duck once in a while, junior. Also, when your opponent swings like that, you should block and slide your hands up one side of the shaft, that way you can bring it around and strike." Two monks stood facing each other and demonstrated the movements for him, each taking turns till it became clear.
Reduk watched as the man moved. idiot, why did you give yourself away. He quickly stopped running, let himself slide up to his sister and lifted one arm as he swung, bringing it upwards at the man and away from his sister.
"come on, junior. you must learn to control yourself, mentally as well as physically." he felt another lift him back to his feet and dust him off. "dont you remember watching the others training with the pillars. the masters were taking hit after hit from them and never budged. all this training will help you be like that. now, again..."
Reduk stepped forward and brought the naginata to block the others attack. He glared at the one that was beating on his sister and spat blood.
Monk groaned and rolled over slowly. He shook his head, the refexive move to clear his mind hurt like hell. He felt his blood pulsing around his head, and felt the blood running down around his ear, along his cheek and jaw and dripping off his chin. He pushed himself to his knees and sat up. He grabbed a piece of rebar and slowly stood up. He wobbled slightly and stumbled forward, then slowly built up speed as he rushed forward, he walked past the other and stabbed upwards with the rebar at Reduk. He brought his head down at the same time, crashing his against Reduks and the man stumbled back. The rebar protruded from his side, one hand let go of his weapon and pulled out the rebar. He grunted and stepped back, looking to his sister then to the others.
"Perhaps its time for another game, sister."
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Post by Chains on Mar 16, 2009 20:15:33 GMT -5
Bast had levered herself up somehow, impossibly, onto her hands and her knees. She raised her fractured head from where it hung to fix Chains with a stare that was inhuman in its hate. Blood was sheeting down her face. "Brother," she whispered and there was nothing weak in the sound, "Remember them. Remember every. last. fucking. one." And then the telepath was gone in a second rush of wind. The air closed around the space she had once inhabited with a greedy snarl. Chains had already been moving, darting forwards to restrain her if he could, but she was too fast for him. He stopped when he realized how futile it was. Then smiled and looked at Reduk. "I told her she was limited in her abilities. For all your blood lust and all your fancy weapon skills, you two are nothing but humans. And eventually, even the most resolute human, breaks before me. Please don't do me the disservice of vanishing. I hope to demonstrate what I mean, first hand to you." He circled Reduk like a grinning shark, and his eyes were full of promise.
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Post by monk on Mar 16, 2009 22:44:32 GMT -5
Reduk nodded to his sister before she left, he waited till after she left to smile. He eased all his muscles and watched the monk. "You will die next time we meet." he spat in his direction and slowly looked to each. "perhaps your right, but what human can simply vanish? take beatings such as that and still survive? perhaps the closest thing to human we've done before showing ourselves to you was rig this place up. have a nice day." He spun around and there was a bright flash, several darts shot out around from him and he was gone with the lights died back down. Monk looked down at his body and the blood soaked clothes. He ripped off a stripe of somewhat cleaner cloth from his shirt and wrapped it around his head and walked over to the one holding the sword, patted her shoulder and nodded. he stepped over to Chains and shook his head. "It appears we either misjudged them or we just totally fucked up. I have this urge to eat, how about you?" He started walking down the hall, almost oblivous to the last comment.
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