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111minx

maya
Nava Arnumi
Outside of Ma's Diner


Outside the diner things had become chaotic as a generic pop song blared into everyone's ears, and a graphic hologram of a live performance took place. Even if it seemed random, there was something dark and alluring about the whole set up, that seemed to almost draw the listeners outside ( Neo Alice Neo Alice ).

The woman who had come into the diner had come back out again, blue eyes as hard as steel ( Silver- Silver- ) as she told them that they were in danger and needed to get out of there as soon as she could.

It was at this time where Nava felt like she wanted to hide. Whenever she felt like this, to anyone who wasn't trying to look at her, it was hard for them to notice she was there, even if she was right in front of them.

She watched at the witch Hemlock and the man ( Yahhah Yahhah Pacificus Pacificus ) were in discussion in hearing range, the woman having an assortment of what looked to be materials with magic components in her hands.

She turned to Selef as he said they should leave, her eyes wide ( Aurus Aurus ) as she nodded quickly.
"Yeah... I'm... not so good at fighting," she said, fumbling around for her knife in her purse. She was better at disappearing than at taking offense.
 

Silver-

冬狼
Farron Giroux
Tags: Pacificus Pacificus Aurus Aurus 111minx 111minx Yahhah Yahhah Neo Alice Neo Alice

Farron watched with a mixture of surprise and anxiety as the group she’d warned mostly began preparing themselves for battle. The human slipped on an array of weapons, stacking on artillery until only the most necessary areas of his body were free to allow efficient movement for the battle to come. The dragon had admitted they wouldn’t be of much assistance, Farron nodding her head in acknowledgement to this and knowing now that there wasn’t enough time to convince them nor should she really waste her breath trying to spare details that would be forgotten in the heat of the skirmish. The music that played was a tell-tale sign of the appearance of The Hive and its handful of members that were as powerful as an entire group of Hunters. A sigh of what sounded like exasperation left the woman’s lips, her hand coming to rub the back of her neck in a casual gesture. “There are three members of this group. They’re called ‘The Hive’. They’re all ex-Coven, Athena and Hunter members.” She knew they would require some context if they were to really jump into the fray but her eyes grew unusually cold, steeling themselves as she murmured. “If you come across a tall woman whom speaks directly into your thoughts, you have to do everything in your power to suppress her and leave the vicinity.” Farron would also drag them away from this if the situation called for it as well but she wouldn’t mention that for their sake.

“Anyone that cannot fight, has to leave, now.” Her words were firm, steel gaze cutting towards the dragon and Nava who’s image was beginning to waver for whatever reason, as if she were simply fading from existence. Casey had already begun to apprehend the vampire huntress whom hissed an excited taunt to him, Farron nodding to Hemlock now to answer her question in regard to whether or not she could take care of him. “I’ll take care of him if you could see to bringing these two to safety.” Angling her head towards Selef and Nava, her eyes softening a bit at dryad’s fumbling through her bag. “Keep each other safe, please.” There was a hidden note of something in the way she spoke, as if she’d already known each of them for years and the thought of losing any of them would be a weight she’d carry for far too long. Bowing a bit to the witch, Farron bounded around the corner to help Casey fight the vampire. The sound of air whistling as something fell rapidly had her darting away to catch a glimpse of a hand receding into thin air whilst a cube-like object hummed with hot-white energy that sent her instincts to the loudest level. The blinding light of a cage zapped into view, recognition hardening her eyes once more as she rolled into a crouch, having just barely dodged it.

What had been meant to incarcerate her instead cut a clean part of the diner with it, shrieks from inside uproaring as people began to scatter. They would be safe from all this if they ran as The Hive had an agenda and didn’t seem to be going after civilians. The relief was brief though as the cube proved to be more than just a familiar tactic, but something that she’d seen before during her time in Athena. “Galadriel..”, her eyes widened at the sight of the cube morphing rapidly, distorted roars emitting as a golem tore itself from the light and defined its shape into an enemy that would now keep her busy. Hopefully Casey could handle the vampire for a little while but she’d keep a definite eye out for him when she could. Her stormy gaze lifted skyward, a brief sadness flitting through them as she slipped red and black fingerless gloves onto her hands that she’d had in her pockets to ready herself. “I wish I’d tried harder to find you.”
 
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Silver-

冬狼
Silver Blackwood
Tags: BoomersAndMash BoomersAndMash PixelSymphony PixelSymphony Neo Alice Neo Alice

Stay out of my head. The woman had spoken as if she was overreacting; simply washing her hands of any anger or pain that Silver had held for her as if it meant nothing and held no purpose. A part of Silver wished she could be so logical, to approach situations without even a hint of wavering towards who stood underneath their prowess, but then again she knew better than to have such an obvious weakness. Ophelia spoke temptations of being able to relieve her of the Coven, to destroy the very establishment that had both made and broken her. She couldn’t face that—not yet.

Silver snapped at empty air where Ophelia’s face would’ve been, her taut body lunging upwards before Harper momentarily replaced her image as Silver focused once more. The shifting between reality and illusion would make this far more difficult than intended, but still, she could not pass this chance. The older werewolf was quick to leap away out of range, Silver allowing a deep growl to rumble from her chest now as her amber-gold gaze clashed with Harper’s, her fur bristled but her body was loose, readied for sudden movements.

Silver observed the werewolf closely, her paws splayed defensively and her body positioned in a manner that she could capture movements from either of them but she did not move from her spot now. Not yet. Hesitance flooded the older wolf’s eyes, giving Silver a moment to cut her blistering gaze towards the demon whom made the decision to make the first move. Her movements were nearly a blur as she lithely made her way onto the truck bed in order to brandish a shotgun that now perched atop her shoulder, the older wolf now sizing her up as she circuited her. She didn’t seem to want to fight, but not because she wasn’t up to the challenge but because there was someone she wanted to protect.

Silver stared straight into Harper’s eyes, unwavered by her snarls and warnings. She was a seasoned werewolf for sure, her aura exuded Alpha tendencies but without the strength of her pack behind her and Silver’s feral roots, she had no concept of a pack nor of their traditions to lower themselves to those of greater strength. A husk of a human with a beast trapped beneath her skin.

The white wolf couldn’t tell if Harper’s warning was for Val or out of pity for her but she didn’t give either of them a chance to react this time. Fueled by Ophelia’s oppressing presence, Silver lunged forward in the blink of an eye and sunk her bone-crushing jaws around the side of Harper’s neck, using the truck to partially cover her flank from being shot at point blank by the demon with her finger on the trigger. It would prove to be far more difficult for the demon to shoot if their companion was engaged in a wild haze of fang and claw. Blood rushed into Silver’s mouth, painting her muzzle crimson as a flurry of guttural snarls escaped the dancing wolves.
 
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BoomersAndMash

Hibernate and vibe
HAPER STEELBITE

Location: Sheriff parking lot Time: 2:56PM

The display that Val put on with her flips and what have you did not impress Harper in the least bit. She told her no flashy moves and what does Val do the minute she is ordered to get into the truck for safety? Flashy moves. But her unimpressed look turned to slight panic when she saw the demon grab her shotgun and point it straight at the feral werewolf, saying that it was going to be alright and she had her back. No! No no no! This was not the plan at all! She was making herself a target to the feral, pointing the gun at it!

'No what is she doing!? She needs to get into the truck! She needs to get to safety! She needs to-'

A loud cry cut through the air. Harper's eyes widen in shock as she felt the fangs slice into her neck and the warm liquid of blood began to pour out. Barging her fangs her eyes snapped from where Val was to Silver, who had a grip on her neck. Her eyes changed fully to a golden hue, the beast, though injured had been summoned to fight. Her body started to change, grey fur replacing her skin, her arms turning into front legs and her paws were larger than that of an average wolf. Her back legs spread apart as her body seemed to stretch longer, but her eyes, her eyes never once turned away from Silver. They held anger against the feral but also a hint of regret for what she was about to do.

Bringing up her front paws Harper pushed on Silver chest with all her might to get her off her neck. She snarled loudly, curling her lips up baring her fangs, as her growls rumbled like thunder. Harper pushed with her paws while pulling her neck away at the same time. She needed to get free and then gain ground. The wound on her neck, though serious was nothing she couldn't handle. It was just a werewolf bite, not like it was pure silver in her veins. A werewolf bite will take time to heal but it's non life threatening, unless they are mortally wounded. But what is mortally wounded to a human is different to a werewolf. A bite to a neck to a human would spell death. A bite to the neck to a werewolf spells blood loss and scarring.

'I'm going to return the favor, feral. I don't seek revenge but this is a lesson you need to be taught.'

Interaction: Silver- Silver- PixelSymphony PixelSymphony
 

Neo Alice

Mahō Shōjo
Ophelia, Galadriel & Verónica
Location: The Hive's HQ (Formerly known as God's Eye Foundation for Humanity's Survival)

Interactions: Pacificus Pacificus Silver- Silver- BoomersAndMash BoomersAndMash



The real Ophelia, still concealed in the illusion of her own death, pressed her ear activating the communicating device inside of it. It would be far easier to have a psychic link between the three but it's only on rare occasions that Galadriel lowers her psychic firewalls for high risk missions. "The Agent has recognized you, Cypher, somehow. It appears that Athena has gathered more information about The Hive than anticipated. Not nearly enough, of course, just the tip of the iceberg." The Psyqueen smirks as she focuses now on the target, from the records gathered by Cypher it was easy enough to figure out his major weakness. Still, she would have to search in his own mind and bring those weaknesses to the surface. Her hands reached deep in his subconscious mind, plucking every fear and secret buried within it until finally she chose the one that could petrify him, even for a second. His childhood trauma, the instability of a world filled with monsters ready to eat you and your loved ones at any second without a warning.

For Casey it was like being a kind all over again, he was physically smaller as well as psychologically. The gun was heavier and the armor bigger, his confidant and confortable stance was now an awkward shriveling body not strong enough to carry such weaponry and surely not capable of fighting the monster inside of him. "Oh, you mean like this?" Finally Verónica spoke, she's taller now... no, she didn't grew at all it's him who's no longer at eye-level with her. The vampire put both hands up, crossing them at the wrists like waiting for handcuffs. However, she wasn't alone anymore as everyone else in the vicinity were also Verónicas with bloody mouths. In Casey's mind information was totally disturbed to make him see and hear everyone else as a copy of Verónica, even their voices and words were changed to fit the illusion's purpose.

After taking care of Casey's immobilization, Ophelia spoke through the inter-communicators once more. "Slight change of plans, a secondary target is in place. Cypher, handle the white werewolf. Diasomnia continue your task as planned." The Angel knew better than to question Ophelia's motives during a mission but she was clearly intrigued by this new directive, this promised to be interesting. Meanwhile, the real Verónica drew out a vial with a neon red liquid in it and loaded it in one of her pistols. WIth a quick pull of the trigger a flash of neon energy flew from the pistol to the Human's head and knocked him backwards, ending the illusion he was in from the shock of course. "Primary objective cleared." She said through the intercom and smiled while vanishing from the stage, her body hidden by the illusion of a stage being there to begin with.

Still invisible Galadriel takes out the vials in her purse, she only brought them as spares in case the main one would break on the fight. "Let's see... Hm... Oh, i know, an arctic wolf duh." She thought to herself while putting away the other colored vials and leaving in her hand the neon blue one, she forms a replica of Verónica's gun in her left hand and loads it in. The angel takes a moment to aim at her distracted target and pulls the trigger without hesitation, the flash of blue ice lands on the wolf's head and shocks her a bit as her brain is overloaded by the psychic energy. "Roger that, Secondary target has been administered the serum as well. All ready to go." She spoke through the inter-communicator after finishing her new task, in record time at that. The Golem was furiously fighting the Athena Agent but that wasn't enough for her at this point, she recognized it as one of her creations and from the golem she heard how they wished to have searched more for her. The furious angel clenched her fists as her voice was spoken by the golem itself. "Oh, you'll wish it harder now, that's for bloody sure. Initiate Querub Protocol!" The golem's eyes burned bright red light and it stopped fighting the athena agent, instead he began to consume inorganic matter from all sources available. Of course big part of the dinner was part of that, so the owners would have to cash big at their insurance company.

"Querub protocol initiated, Battle Seraph awakening in 3... 2... 1..." The golem was engulfed in iridescent light for a moment, all of its form melted in pure light shaped like in a cocoon. The light solidified, beautiful white feathers with a tint of metallic gold sprouted open like an angelic butterfly emerging at last. Her skin was milky white, flawless and her hair made from pure strings of shiny gold carefully placed to mimic regular hair. "My master is upset, you shall pay the price for your crimes!" She flew as fast as she could towards the agent and directed her left fist to Farron's chin, although her body appeared to be flesh and blood it's also made from hard metal like her hair.

 

PixelSymphony

Tactical Operations Meido
~(Sr.) Val'sharra Nightshroud~
~ Whirlwind ~

Status
Condition: Nominal
Wearing: Semi-formal outfit
Holding: Harper's Shotgun
Carrying: 2x pistol, 2x dagger
Location: Outside Sheriff's office, Hartfield, AZ
Time: 2:56 PM

Damnit! Harper getting into close combat with the other wolf was exactly the opposite of what she wanted to have happen; between the enemy wolf pulling some strange angles to her position and now this, there was no way she was going to get a clear shot off. Well shit, now what do I- Her thoughts came to a halt as the wolf took a large bite in the side of Harper's neck, blood spraying into the air crimson and wet. "Harper!" She screamed, aiming the shotgun anew but having to hold her fire as she saw the older hunter began to unleash the beast. The transformation was faster than she expected; one moment there was a weather woman in a flannel shirt standing there bleeding in the parking lot, the next a vicious, growling monster of a gray wolf, still bleeding, but now ferociously indicating to the other to back down.

At the same time this was all occurring, a crescendo of sound caught Val's attention, and, turning her attention momentarily to the distance, she could faintly hear the music... stop? Change? Something about it was off, and it was beginning to get more and more worrisome, particularly with this all happening at the same time. "HARPER!" She yelled again, hoping to get through to the werewolf. "SOMETHING'S GOING ON AT THE DINER! WE NEED TO GO, NOW!"

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Interaction: BoomersAndMash BoomersAndMash
Mention: Silver- Silver-
 

Pacificus

Vibe Checker
"Wooah." Casey was began taken aback by the sudden and intense hallucinations. Clones? Duplicates? Illogical. Unheard of. He ignored them. He moved to talk but suddenly couldn't find the strength to move the 10 muscles associated with the action. "When in doubt..." He used the mere 3 muscles required to pull the trigger. The muzzle had drifted down to point at the vampires chest. He couldn't control the recoil, but it didn't matter. He held down for as long as he could before something struck him on the head and he was knocked down, causing the gun to fall to fall from his already loose grip.

Casey's head snapped back and he fell down onto the pavement. The impact wasn't alot, but he could barely stand up as he was. When he hit the pavement, his mind began to clear. He rolled over onto his hands and knees and didn't hesitate to retaliate. He spat onto the pavement and yanked his 1911 from its holster. He brought the powerful .45 pistol to bear, but found no target. He hesitated. Was the stage an illusion too? He grinned. "Probably." He pulled the trigger slowly and unloaded 4 rounds into the vampires previous place on the stage.

( Neo Alice Neo Alice Silver- Silver- Yahhah Yahhah )
 

Silver-

冬狼
Silver Blackwood
Tags: BoomersAndMash BoomersAndMash PixelSymphony PixelSymphony Neo Alice Neo Alice

Harper’s cry flattened the white wolf’s ears to her head, jaws sinking down on the target she’d deemed as prey whilst a familiar irony tang swept into her palette. Power strummed from the older werewolf like a trigger that had been pulled once her eyes shone a golden hue, the real opponent now being forcibly summoned from its den. Pressure struck down at Silver’s chest, splayed wide as Harper’s large paws collectively held her weight to strike her as a means of removing her iron grip. She could hear the sound of her own ribs beginning to groan as the older werewolf didn’t hold back this time, her breath coming in aggravated sputters in response to Harper’s snarling and her head feeling lighter and lighter as the scent of blood melded with the taste and her swift gasps until her grip eased and Silver tore herself away.

The air itself seemed to stir as something drew close, Silver snapping her head to the right for a split second as something was being hurtled towards them. Without thinking, she lunged forward without her fangs bared, barreling Harper over in order to force her onto the ground just as something stabbed straight into the back of her head. At first, a flicker of self-doubt sprung into Silver’s mind. Had she just protected somebody? Why hadn’t she simply attacked the werewolf again? Ophelia’s words whispered tauntingly in her thoughts, you hate the Coven, don’t you? An icy chill flared in the nape of her neck, bringing Silver to a stagger as she struggled to stand like a fawn that had just gotten used to it’s legs. Her head lowered, allowing both Val and Harper to catch a glimpse of the neon blue serum draining into Silver before she fell to the ground, labored breaths and choked cries escaping her maw as a cold fever shocked her body and mind.

Silver could feel her body fighting whatever had been administered to her seconds after it had drained entirely, her vision blacking out briefly as if vertigo had wrapped itself tautly around her, her concept of time blurring as her head seemed to be spinning. Blindly, she scrabbled for pawhold as everything felt all too hot yet so very cold at the same time, her body convulsing at it threatened to shift and reveal her human form. Her instincts screamed for her to leave, to give up her task no matter the cost in order to conserve her life and what little energy she had left as she could feel her limbs going numb with what felt like frostbite. Her eyes were unseeing as her pupils constricted to bright blue slits, an eerie breath of cold radiating from her body before the snapping of bones echoed as Silver convulsed, shifting between human and wolf repeatedly; dark and light flashing before them while cries of pain howled from both bodies.

The last time she’d been forced to transform had been during her first shift when her wolf had taken command. The first shift was always the worst and now she had to re-live it more than twice. It wasn’t long before her pupils dilated back to their regular size and color, amber-gold burning like weak embers as her flank rose and fell with ragged breaths. She focused now, a stubborn growl rumbling from her scrunched up maw as she lay there at the mercy of both the demon and the werewolf now. Val’s voice faded into her ears with increasing volume but her words were important: the music was gone. Ophelia would not have left so easily after making a racket so what had she just done? Had she been a part of whatever was chilling her to the core now? Flashes of heat and cold still ebbed and flowed through her in waves, the scent of fever mixed with whatever had been shot into her could be easily picked up by others of her kind. She couldn’t stand feeling so weak.

Silver started to get to her paws, having obvious difficulty as she staggered into a low crouch, her eyes narrowed slits as she looked between them both. That demon has a great shot at me now, she huffed to Harper in a manner only she could translate. Doing her best to appear not as inept, Silver lifted herself and made space between her and Harper, edging in the direction of the front of her truck as if to take cover in order to escape. It felt like her legs were made of jelly, sinews threatening to buckle her as they ached with every wave of temperature influx but her fur remained bristled, eyes staring at those whom had the upper hand with indecipherable thoughts. Whatever she’d been hit with was now beginning to flow through her and she could feel her body succumbing to its effects.
 

Silver-

冬狼
Farron Giroux
Tags: Pacificus Pacificus Neo Alice Neo Alice | Mentions: Yahhah Yahhah

“Shit!” Farron could only watch as her promise to the witch was broken as the human she was supposed to have protected was immobilized by the vampire before him. Any attempt she made to draw closer to him was blocked by the golem to which she snarled at wolffishly, her gloves having worn exponentially at their knuckles, the fabric barely holding on as blood drenched it from Farron’s constant scraping and healing over. The furious dance of jabs, pulled punches and kicks continued as Farron learned the way the golem moved swiftly, her window of an opening turning into distraught when after looking away for a few heartbeats resulted in a shot being fired. One, no, two? She didn’t know.

Farron rolled through one of the golem’s moves, hissing in pain when she was clipped on her side as pain stabbed her insides. It didn’t matter, something had happened to the one she was supposed to protect. The others seemed to have taken shelter, thankfully, but before she could reach Casey, he’d already recovered from the nasty fall to her surprise. Humans were durable? She whipped her head around when a voice uproared from the golem now, her stomach dropping when she recognized Galadriel’s angered tone. The diner took the brunt of the angel’s spite as the golem seized an entirely new form enveloped in light.

“Shooting isn’t going to make a difference anymore, you have to get out of here!” Farron called to Casey as the shots rang loudly, causing her to flinch when she realized how battered she was already becoming. “You can’t win this!” She didn’t know if she said that for him or to them both but the upgraded golem gave her no time to think as she voiced Galadriel’s feelings. Farron loosened her body up as the golem flew towards her, changing her fighting style to accommodate how fast her opponent was bound to be as well as the fact that fighting was useless if Casey had been dosed with something. She knew of The Hive and now Galadriel but their sophisticated plans were unknown even to that of Athena. Whatever he’d been hit with was bound to rack his human body and Farron couldn’t allow him to fight any longer for risk of him getting captured or killed.

Farron exhaled softly before carefully moving just barely to the side of the golem’s readied fist, instead grabbing it by the wrist and throwing them into the ground with a hard slam, her eyes shadowed with restrained anger. She didn’t like having to fully harm her opponents, no matter what their species, as Athena was against violent tactics but at this point they were a threat. Pulling harshly, metal screeched in her ears like nails on a chalkboard, her eyes glowing feverishly as she felt her wolf stir at the awful noise. This golem had no bones? It was made of earth and the hardest type was metal, she reminded herself, soon tearing the golem’s arm whilst pressing her foot down square on its backside with as much of her strength as she could muster. If she could at least incapacitate the golem to some degree, there might be a chance for Casey or the both of them to get away. Her arms trembled effort as her unhealed wounds painted her hands and side crimson.
 

BoomersAndMash

Hibernate and vibe
HARPER STEELBITE

Location: Sheriff parking lot Time: 3:00PM

Val was shouting at her to return to the truck but the beast wanted to nothing more than to teach this feral a lesson She snapped at Silver while pushing her weight onto the white wolf still. It had been so long since she had been in a fight like this and her beast side was shaken and angry. It did not like being made a fool of, nor challenged by a younger werewolf. 'You picked a fight you can not win, pup! I warned you to stay away! I told you to leave!' she snarled and growled for only Silver to understand. Her head continued to pull roughly trying to break free from the grip, she could feel Silver jaw loosen with each tug. Soon she would be able to retaliate against her.

Just as she was about to break free a strange crack of the wind caught her attention. Her ears pinned back to the source trying to figure out what is happening. Did someone fire a gun? Is it another Hunter thinking they were a bounty? Or was it Coven coming to try and take them out? Harper felt her body weight shift and the pressure in her neck release. Soon her body was on the ground and Silver was on top of her. For a moment the older werewolf snapped at Silver's paws to get her off. She didn't want to be pinned down and have her throat exposed.

'Get out! We need to get out of here! Move!'

Right when Harper tried to wiggle out of Silver grip the other werewolf got off of her. Something seemed off though, they seemed to be distracted or hurt. Watching closely it was when she noticed a syringe in the back of Silver neck that had some blue liquid being injected into her. This caused Harper's guard to go up and her body splayed out in a defensive stance, ears pinned fully back and teeth bared. She let out a loud warning growl to whoever was hiding in the shadows that attacked Silver. Though they were both fighting to what seemed like the death whoever just shot Silver seemed like a bigger threat now.

'They're in trouble. Whatever they're shot with it has a strange smell. And they're having trouble controlling their beast now. What caused this? Val! Go back to Val!'

Harper's head turned back towards the truck in fear as she saw Val still holding her gun and ready to fire. She was safe and sound, thank goodness. Whoever was here wasn't targeting Val. But the music had changed and the air seemed heavier. Something was going on at the diner and they needed to go back. Even with her injuries she couldn't let this town fall in the hands of whoever was trying to do harm. Silver would have to wait another time. And it seemed she was having issues herself. She had moved in front of her truck in what looked like an escape attempt and if it wasn't for what was happening at the diner, Harper would chase after them.

'Let her go. She has bigger issues going on than us. We will see her again soon enough.'

Huffing loudly Harper moved to the truck and with little effort jumped into the back with Val. She laid down in the bed and looked at the demon in the eyes. For what had happened earlier Val had shown her worth that she could be trusted. And Harper needed to trust her more than ever with this threat. Her eyes glanced to the driver seat and then back to Val as if saying "You drive us." She didn't want to change back into her human form if they were going to fight again, her human side was weakened by the bite and would need time to heal. But that time was not now. The diner needed to be rescued and so did this town.

Interaction: PixelSymphony PixelSymphony Silver- Silver-
Mention: Neo Alice Neo Alice
 

Neo Alice

Mahō Shōjo
Ophelia, Galadriel & Verónica

Location: Outside of Ma's Diner -> The Hive's HQ

Interactions: Silver- Silver-

Mentions: Pacificus Pacificus

The Battle Seraph used her wings to sweep away the agent's feet and mark a distance between the two, of course she knew her purpose was to make time and she was making an excellent job at that. She was a quick creation, of course her abilities were not properly cultivated, it wasn't necessary though her physical strength would suffice for the moment. In the meantime, Ophelia and the rest of The Hive made their quick getaway the same way they came: using Cypher's wings and concealed by her powers. Eventually the stage vanished too and the Battle Seraph crumbled in pieces of golden metal that then turned into a pile of ashes.

Along the way she couldn't stop thinking about Farron, her words... she pitied her? She was sad for her? That bitch... When will she realize that "Athena" isn't what it seems. "Why the sudden change of plans?" Said Galadriel after landing, her wings reattaching to her back. She wanted to distract herself with something more interesting. "It's not every day you deviate from your agenda." She walked inside with the rest of the group, awaiting for an answer.

"I thought it was weird too Psyqueen, why that dog?" Verónica said while stretching out, she was tired from all the dancing.

"An old acquaintance, if you will. She's been broken so many times that by now she's strong enough to withstand the serum." Her fingers ran down her hair, with an indifferent look on her eyes. "I performed tons of experiments on her while i was part of The Coven, i hate to see a test subject going to waste. I know she'll be useful on the long run, i saw inside of her, she wishes to be free and her power will be as strong as her determination." She laughs for a moment. "Yes, i guess determination is the one thing she's strong at. An unbreakable will, that's all psychic really needs..."

"Our minds are out weapons, our limits are set by ourselves..."

"And we shall unite all minds into one, bringing paradise to earth."

 

PixelSymphony

Tactical Operations Meido
~(Sr.) Val'sharra Nightshroud~
~ Reinforcements ~

Status
Condition:
Nominal
Wearing: Semi-formal outfit
Holding: Harper's Shotgun
Carrying: 2x pistol, 2x dagger
Location: Outside Sheriff's office, Hartfield, AZ
Time: 3:00 PM

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Val'sharra watched helplessly as the two beats, bloodlust clear in their eyes, continued to struggle with one another. Damnit, I don't have a choice! Her finger silently tightened on the trigger, a silent apology going to Harper for the patterning she couldn't control for. But just as the tendons in her arm hit the threshold of force needed to trip the bolt, there was a strange crack, and the white wolf suddenly leaped for her mentor in a pounce that looked not completely controlled. Milliseconds later, she saw the syringe embed itself into the back of the aggressor wolf's head, its attached vial containing a strange glowing fluid which just as quickly drained into her system. Val, no fool she, hit the deck. She kept her eyes focused back in the direction of whence the dart had come from, desperately looking for who the shooter was, but at this distance there was no way to discern the few shimmering waves she saw from the general mirage caused by the desert sun. This whole situation is more sideways than a crab on a conveyor belt!

She crept up to the edge of the truck, peeking over to lay eyes on where Harper and the other now were, and watched as the previously combative white wolf was now quite literally dragging herself off towards the front of the truck in an effort to escape. As if by reflex, the shotgun in her arms snapped up to prepare herself to take the mercy shot, but her hand stayed, her mind mulling over what all had just happened. It was just as well, as a heavy THUD behind her made her turn suddenly, and had she been in a higher alert mindset herself, she might have reflexively pulled the trigger there as well. Harper had leapt onto the back of the truck, the heavy weight of her revealed form compressing the rear suspension slightly as she nodded to Val, then to the driver's seat, then stared directly into her eyes with a still fierce intensity. Val let out a bit of a huff. "Finally. Right, apologies in advance, desperate times call for desperate measures." Leaping out of the truck and throwing the shotgun across the passenger seat as she climbed in, she summoned all of her strength and ripped the dashboard panel beneath the steering wheel down, revealing the mess of wires that came from the ignition switch and various other electronic panels. "Thank goodness for KISS," she murmured quickly to herself as she recognized the configuration and drew one of her daggers, slicing open three of the wires and quickly shorting them together. The stocky diesel engine kicked to life, and Val kicked the parking brake pedal off, stomped the clutch, and floored the gas as she released, sending the rear wheels into a free spin as she whipped the truck around to point towards the diner. "Hang on teach! You're about to see me do about half of the things you told me not to!" And with that, the rear wheels finally caught traction, launching the pickup track out of the sheriff's office parking lot and hurtling it towards the diner at mach speed as Val deftly juggled the controls.

They came to a halt feet away from where Casey had gone down, the truck skidding to a halt sideways as Val herself leapt out, coming up in a roll with shotgun ready to roll. "What happened?!" she yelled to anybody who cared to answer.

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Interaction: BoomersAndMash BoomersAndMash
Mention: Silver- Silver- , everybody at Ma's Diner
 

BoomersAndMash

Hibernate and vibe
HAPER STEELBITE

Location: Back of the truck Time: 3:07PM

'What is she doing? Wait is she holding onto the panel of the dash board under the wheel. Val don't you dare rip it! Don't do it! No!'

The crack of the plastic snapped into Harpers ears and also into her heart as she watched helplessly when Val was, basically in her eyes destroying her truck. Oh this was going to be mentioned when she was back in her human form and her neck was healed up. Hearing the demon to warn her to hang on Harper laid down and held on as best she could. Her paws skitted against the tarp so this was going to prove hard with no traction. The next warning caused Harper to let out a loud what almost sounded like a yip from a Pomerania and not that of a wolf. As the truck peeled out of the parking lot Harper started to bark louder trying to yell at Val hoping that the demon could understand her to at least take it easy on the gas.

'Too many John Wick movies! Too many action movies! This kid has watched too many spy thrillers and all that stuff! And I swear if she hits that gas hard one more time I am going to bit her ankle when I get out of here!'

It was then that Harper realized everything seemed too quiet. When the truck finally stopped Harper jumped out of the back and followed Val at her side. If anyone was going to harm her they would have go through her and she wasn't afraid to get into a fight again.

'Werewolf. There's another werewolf here. Guard up, eyes ready. It might be another feral.' Her trot moved faster, moving in front of Val before sitting down waiting for anyone to answer Val's question. What happened here? Who was this on the ground? This smelled too much Athena territory, which would mean an agent might be on it's way or is here soon. That really brought Harper's guard up.

'Would they recognize me still? Are they still hunting me after I left?' Her fur bristled at the thought of being caught because of trying to figure out what is going on with the diner. It would be a stupid way to go. But she was jumping the gun, first find out who was here, then analyze the situation.

Interaction: PixelSymphony PixelSymphony
Mention: Everyone at the diner​
 

Yahhah

Praise the sun
Hemlock Werwit
Outside of Ma's Diner


A lot was going on. At first Hemlock simply agreed to help the girl and little dragon get away and was planning on just bringing out her broom and flying away, only to be interrupted the appearance of some sort of construct which started fighting with the Athena agent. Casey was nowhere in sight and Hemlock went careening out of the way to find cover. She glanced towards the pair of people she'd said she'd help get out of the area and put her hands towards them. The snail shell in hand she shouted in her chanting and a pair of shields appeared in front of them, protecting them and Hemlock from any debris that would be flung their way.

Hemlock gritted her teeth and reached for the Salamander tear to send a fireball towards the creature fighting the agent only to see them win. It was oddly silent. Hemlock turned to the pair who'd shown up in a vehicle before getting rid of the shields and taking a breath of relief. Concentration spells were rarely fun. One of them asked a question. "I am not at all sure" she answered. "Is that it? Is everyone okay, or alive at the very least?" Hemlock asked after looking around and noticing there didn't seem to be anything attacking at the moment. She grabbed the salamander tear and kept it in a balled up fist just in case.
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