Realistic or Modern Infernal Intervention

[Lemercer]

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Asher Salah

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Interacting:
Nastarial VasiliasMellow MachievallismAlter idalie ZacksQuest Theflamre Snek GumGumChomp ,


Located:
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inventory
107$
kukri blade
jawbone blade
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Asher smiled when he saw his ex-comrades slam against his flaming walls. A sort of battle crazed mentality began to solidify itself in his mind and his eyes began to glow ever so slightly. He watched with pride as his teammates put their enemies in their place and felt a sense of honor in fighting beside them. Asher continually moved his barriers to keep the gorgon and demon from going beyond a certain point, letting the others enter the pseudo Colosseum. However, the moment he saw hailey step forward from the portal, and subsequently saw close to hundreds of blue, arrow like shapes manifest. 'fuck!' Ash thought to himself before diving in unison behind close cover. Ash's heart was beating fast, however he couldn't tell if that was caused by excitement or the flame inside him. He put the investigation behind him to listen in to what the italian mage was saying and really only took one point from it, find the sound and silence out. However no time was granted to formulate some kind of plan before the next threat made an appearance.

What he saw couldn't be entirely comprehended. It was a monster by all intents and purposed, however Asher could not deliberate just what in the fuck he was looking at. He knew two things, it was big, and it needed to be dead. Putting two and two together he realized just how large this creature must be if it was so damn huge from such a distance. In a moment of hopeful innovation He attempted a move he never had. Asher put out his hands, one on top of the other and began to pull them away from each other, forming one solid large wall of flame about 20 yards ahead of them. It wasn't large enough to stop the beast entirely, however it would for sure inhibit it from attacking them immediately in the coming moments.

asher pulled the bone steel kukri from his thigh and turned to face his teammates. "Ok, I don't know about you guys, but i'd rather not deal with this thing for too long, so with the extremely brief moment of time we have, whats the plan." His voice was stern and laced with an oddly thrilled tone.

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creds AgWordSmith

 

[GumGumChomp]

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Sobriety: Sober

Mood: Protective

Items: Twin Pistols, Dagger, Whiskey Bottle, Flask with More Whiskey

Interacting With: Lemercer Nastarial Snek VasiliasMellow MachievallismAlter

% Gay for Lethe

[/div][/div][div class=title]Mara[/div][div class=text]Mara took a few deep breaths after her fire blast in a futal attempt to cool herself down, as well as taking another swig of whiskey before immediately freaking out from Q's sudden arm transformation "What... what the hell?! Okay, I was not informed that lizards can do that. What else can you do, sprout wings?!" she asked, unaware that he indeed could. Mara, though, didn't get to ask many more questions before Hailey finally decided to show up

"Alright, there you are. Is there anyone else that needs to be forcefully evicted from base?" she asked loudly. "No? Good. Well then, how about we finish off that snake girl?" she suggested right as Hailey began to form the arrows. Out of instinct, she took Lethe and tackled her to the ground, using herself to shield her.

After about thirty seconds, she made sure that there were no more arrows coming their way, and Mara helped Lethe up. "Hey, uh, sorry for pinning you to the ground like that. Are you hurt? Did I squish you any?" she asked, brushing off her jeans. "So, yeah, that... that is definitely dead." stated Captain Obvious, aka Mara

"Motherfucker!" she shouted as the kangaroo-beast-thing leaped at them, and was once again grateful for Asher's barriers. "Plan? Uh... unless anyone besides Kaliope and I have any ranged weaponry, I say that the two of us shoot it dead. I doubt that a sword or claws will do much good, and I'm pretty sure that arrow thing can't be done in rapid fire. Unless it can, in which case that would be perfect."
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[Nastarial]

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Ria Lethe McAlister
Feel the power of true magic!

The mage looked on as the unaffected teammates soon took down those who'd become hostile. Then Hailey let loose an assault of arrows and before she had the chance to react, Mara had her pinned on the ground with enough force to bring her full length, black skirt up to her knees. Still, in reflex, she leaned against this willing human shield, though there really wasn't any room to do against the massive woman. The pressure was a bit much, but it didn't last long When it was over, she accepted Mara's help up, grasping her hand as she stood and fixed her skirt. "No harm done, thank you," Lethe offered as Mara expressed her concern before the local mage spoke again.

Soon enough he was interrupted again by... a most unusual spectacle of a creature. Asher brought up his fiery barriers again, in hopes of slowing the creature while asking for a plan. Mara immediately suggested ranged weaponry. Nodding, she said, "Count my magic in that category then." She then quickly strode to stand near Asher, the closest she'd prefer to cast and he seemed quite capable with his defensive capabilities. She felt certain she could rely on him to continue as he had, at least until she needed to fall back. "As long as we give no quarter, we should be fine."

And with that, she began moving her hands in an intricate motion, almost as though she were tracing something along her finger tips. Grasping at the arcane power once more, she was going for a rather large evocation. "Fulgur percutiens!" With a swift thrust of her hand toward the monstrosity's head, a stream of lightning shot out. With luck, it would not only hit the beast but potentially paralyze it for a short time. As the energy at her hands dissipated, her extended fingers twitched rapidly, almost in a spasm. This was hardly her forte, and she always experienced something after evoking rather normal elemental spells.​

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Interacting: Lemercer idalie GumGumChomp ZacksQuest MachievallismAlter Snek VasiliasMellow
Located: somewhere in Thessaloniki
Items of Note: Former Cult's Coat of Protection (owned); Tincture holding Belt (owned);
Tincture Number & Contents: 1) Herbal Nerve Toxin; 2) Phial of Everfrost
Spell Cast/Translation:: Fulgur percutiens = Lightning strike

code by AgWordSmith

 

[idalie]

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Mentioned: Lemercer ZacksQuest Nastarial GumGumChomp MachievallismAlter Theflamre Snek
Located: Greece, Ground Zero
Inventory: €200; Rapier; Pocketwatch; Herbal Nerve Toxin.
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ARTUR DEMETRESCU
"Death is only the beginning."

Hitting the floor to avoid Hailey's arrows the rapier clattered against the pavement until he was able to push himself upright. With the second silence to prepare, Artur dusted down his elbows and fetched a handkerchief to clean the length of his blade, tucking it back within his jacket afterward, stained in a creased pattern of tempting red. Now wandering forward as the local mage spoke again, momentary attention diverted toward Q at the suggestion he might become feral or something along the lines, the revenant scoffed. "It seems today continues to bear gifts." He rolled his eyes. Standing further beside Lethe and Ash, Demetrescu reached out and put a hand on the shoulders of both as the grotesque kangaroo began its advance. Thuds wracking his very bones in jolted rhythm. "That certainly came out from someone's nightmares." Still somewhat grasping his rapier behind Ash, Art pulled away from both.

"Logical plan is to aim for weaknesses of the physical form -- I'd suggest the back of it's knees or feet, sever the tendons where we can and blind it." The revenant eyed Mara, "I'm sure ranged is helpful but I wouldn't put all your faith in a singular plan of attack." He'd wait until the beast was closer before making a move, although debated running out past the barrier in a form of distraction. A revenant was hardy, tougher to kill rather than some basic zombie. He'd survived getting thrown about a little, but there were other battles which awaited them after this. To be incapacitated now would be a letdown.

Lethe released her spell with the mesmirisingly intricate movement of her fingertips, earning admiration from the revenant as she landed the first blow on their current adversary. It was her twitch, almost flinch-like action, however, that drew minor concern. Art leant marginally nearer, not too much, although enough to share a private word. "Are you alright?" His amber irises flickered back and forth the lay of the land. "I'm sure this may be the most interesting tangle I've had yet, considering I was never one for the Australian outback."

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[VasiliasMellow]

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Mood: Frustrated
Possessions: Mabel, Mark I Mark, Poppa, Shotgun
Interacting With: Lemercer idalie GumGumChomp ZacksQuest MachievallismAlter Snek Nastarial
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A mixture of relief and guilt washed over K.P. after their former teammates were killed but those feelings were washed away with the appearance of the kangaroo creature. The team was once again quick to action, as Asher threw up a wall of fire to protect the group. There was some shouting about a plan when Lethe released a stream of lightning at the creature.

K.P. moved around her cover and snapped three futile shots at the creature with Mable(Handgun). Looking over at the others she shouted “It’s the sound! We have to find the source and stop it. The mage thinks the sound is linked with these creatures.”

Taking a second to aim at the head of the creature she snapped off 2 more shots before returning to her cover. Sure finding the sound was probably their best bet but they would have to deal with this creature first and it looked as if the group was running out of ideas.

In a moment of frustration, she shook her head grabbed the shotgun and joined the others. She trained it onto the creature and if it got through the wall she would unload into it, unsure if bullets had any effect at all.
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[Snek]

Quel'xavuatl

Location: Thessaloniki

Items: (5) smoke bombs, (4) Tyrant's Breath, Quicksilver Suit

Interacting with: everyone

After digging his claw into his former ally's lower back, Quell ducked as thousands of arrows soared over his head and ripped the two monsters into mincemeat. As he stood up, his feral instincts slowly began to calm as he became accustomed to his surroundings. The Italian mage addressed him, asking about his apparent resistance to the monster-enraging sound frequencies. He glanced down at his suit and pressed his thumb against a small surface on the suit near his left shoulder. A small holographic screen flickered to life before his eyes, a red warning flashing frantically in the corner of the screen.

"Huh. I must've really been freaking out to not have noticed that. Looks like the suit is blocking most of it. I'll probably be fine as long as I don't get too stressed out."

Distant booming echoed in the distance, and Quell ran into the street to see the source of the noise. It was a ghastly, nightmarish thing, hopping on huge, sinewy legs but glaring at them with a drooping human face. The others began to panic and throw together ideas for a strategy.

"I've got smoke bombs to conceal our position, which might protect us from getting stomped. Problem is, unless you guys have sonar or infrared vision, we would also be blind. Some Tyrant's Breath to the face would probably slow it down as well, but I don't think I could throw it accurately enough while it's hopping around like that. We'd have to slow it down or get it to stop jumping somehow. Maybe paralyze it?"

Lethe was apparently way ahead of him, weaving her fingers in arcane gestures and releasing a bolt of lightning at the creature's head.

Q shrugged. "Good enough for me." He pulled a small, dark canister from his waist, yanking the small cord attached to it. Thick, blackish-green gas began to leak from it as Quell channeled some energy into his arm. Not enough to transform, as he was trying to save his power for the rest of the fight, but enough to lengthen his throwing arc by a few yards or so.

"You guys might want to hold your breath for a second."

He counted out a few seconds, got a small running start and launched the canister as hard as he could towards the creature's face. After a couple seconds in the air, the canister exploded in a blast of a toxic, stinging compound that was formulated for two things: pain, and suffering.

If the gas bomb hit its target, the Tyrant's Breath would flood the monster's open mouth and cloud its eyes, causing a sensation somewhat similar to dunking one's head first in acid, then into a hive of angry killer bees.

 

[MachievallismAlter]

Hailey​

Hailey looked at the mage and took out a thick ream of paper. She wrote something on it and handed it to him. It was a check due for 2 Million. She returned her eyes to the new enemy a bit farther away. Everyone was already engaging and she felt like a secretary.

"Collateral damage. Charge it to the Association."

She ran to the front lines and swerved to dodge the attacks of her own teammates. Especially the gas-like smoke, which reminded her of a little Vietnam. She Projected a mask on herself and pulled the string of her bow. She saw the creature more clearly now, and it made her want to puke.

"Fucking Greek Gods. Does every mythology have a head fetish or something?"

She decided to show off a bit. The blue light that appeared on her bow materialized not into any arrows. No volley rain either. Rather, it turned into a long sword that appeared cracked with magical energy. By overloading an object with so much energy, the material will detonate on impact with the energy of a block of C4. She wound up the string and launched it at the smoke.

If she was right, the sword would detonate and turn the smoke into a raging fire pillar, but if she was wrong, the blast radius would still be pretty large. She, once again, asked everyone to steer clear. She herself was weak, so she had to compensate with destructive magic. She can pay for the damages later, the perks of being rich as hell.

Then she hit herself. She should have just launched Muramasa.

 

[ZacksQuest]

Thessaloniki, Greece

The large, humanoid marsupial had the time for one more forward bounce before the counterattack began. A large wall awash in heavy flames collided with the beast, blocking its continued momentum. There was an audible crack from one of the creatures ribs as it collided, full-torso, with the inhibiting wall of fire. It rebounded back to the streets and howled, a mix of a primal human scream that shreds the vocal cords and the higher pitched, whining battle cry of a hyena. It began hopping up and down, gaining more momentum, then angled to fling itself at the closest partition on the right side of the street. Its leg muscles visibly contracted, as if they were spring-loaded, and the beast shot to the wall. Caving in the part of the wall where it landed, it quickly hurled itself towards the opposite wall before the wall it collided with collapsed inward, curling its body so its . It did the same to the opposite wall, and then leaped to the molded corner of the right wall again. From this zig-zag upward movement, it had risen above the lip of the wall of flame, and was now angled downward to collide with the ground on the other side. It began its lunge but soon it collided with the arc of lightning called forth by Lethe. It was quick enough so the young mage's intended target didn't hit square, but the creature wasn't fast enough to outrun lightning. It struck it right in the nape of its neck and the creature's lunge halted mid-air and it fell to the ground in a spasming tumble. The electricity seemed to dance in plasma arcs across the spines of the beast, distributing the lightning down to its feet and grounding some of it, but the hit to the nervous system definitely took its toll on the beast. The neurotoxin known as Tyrant's Breath, shot forth by Q, did the nervous system in entirely. It hit the creature square in the face as it was attempting to get up. The smell was ammonia-like, mixed with sulfur and pepper spray and nitric oxide, reacting violently to the creature's already unstable animal brain. The green mist rolled like a fog around the creature. The first thing it felt was an intense stinging up its nostrils that seemed to jab daggers directly into its brain, causing it to once again emanate an eerily humanoid howl and jerk its body from side to side as if trying to shake itself of the feeling. Then its mind clouded over entirely, and through the green mist the team could see the creatures' already drooping, seemingly boneless arms, stretching way longer than they had appeared before, rake from one side of the street to the other, colliding with the walls and trying frantically to clear the green fog. Then they heard the cracking of stone from its repeated collisions against walls and street alike to try to get out of the fog's range, but it clearly had no sense of up and down anymore so it seemed to just be randomly rebounding to any surface it comes in contact with. A few team members acted at once at this stage. Mara reared back and shot a fireball directly into the enter of the green gas, with the intention of striking the thing hopefully as it crosses the center point of the smoke. The Italian mage spoke quickly and pointed splinters of stone shot out from the rubble around the team and speared straight into the green gas. Hailey's attack was drawing back her bow of energy with a projectile that looked like a large, crackling sword. She aimed, and then let it fly in a high arc directly into the green gas.

Just a half second before it collided with the ground, the beast broke cover from the green gas, shooting out headlong in the direction of the team, its arms still raking from one side of the street to the other. The alarming realization of this frantic move was that the arms or something on them was serrated, because wherever its arms blindly lashed in its wide sweep of the street, large, deep cuts appeared in the mouldings of the building, and streetlamps, trashcans, and vendor stalls alike were cut almost in half and flung aside from the force of the blow. The blast radius of the column of blue flame that burst from the impacted sword sent the cloud of Tyrant's Breath scattering in all directions as opposed to igniting it. The shockwave of the blast, however, did hit the creature, and caused its legs to rise above its head once it was almost on the team, its long, bladelike arms more lazily skating over a few places on the street but left just enough room for most people to dodge it by scrambling for cover as it tumbled clear over the team and landed haphazardly in the street behind them. Once it uprighted itself, it would begin using its arms as bladed whips to hack and slash the team to ribbons if given the opportunity and clarity of mind.

CHARACTERS: | LOCATION: THESSALONIKI | CURRENT ACTION: FIGHTING AGAINST THE KANGAROO BEAST | IMPORTANT NOTES: KANGAROO BEAST IS DOWN TO ABOUT 4 HP. THE LARGE WHIPLIKE ARMS ARE ITS PRIMARY WEAPON OUTSIDE OF THE IMPLOSIVE, CRUSHING FORCE OF ITS JUMPS.

 

[Lemercer]

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Nastarial VasiliasMellow MachievallismAlter idalie ZacksQuest Theflamre Snek GumGumChomp ,


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jawbone blade
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Long and labored breaths accompanied Asher's giant walls of flames. He had not attempted anything like it, however oddly enough, he had no doubt he could accomplish it. In the heat of the battle it was if his body took control and flame of Elyon with it. He took a moment as the team bombarded the creature with various attacks which he found himself thoroughly impressed by. As he regained control of his breath the gas dissipated as the great sword slashed through it. All of his teammates were so talented... so strong. Driven by his desire to remain in equal standing with them all, and to protect as many as his could, Asher's intuition and innovation took the wheel.

The marsupial hit the ground with great force, and as it rose from the ground it's arms began to flail unnaturally. Just what in the hell was this thing? How could it be capable of such movement? Asher put the thought aside and decided to use what little time he had left before it began it's advance to perform a small experiment. In his palm he formed a small barrier, and focused his energy on moving it. It began to tremble and drag forward, however the longer and more focus he put into it, the faster it got, until it shot as if thrown from a sling into the far wall. It buried into it, and left a significant dent until the flames dissipated. It worked! It shouldn't have, and yet it did. He chose not to question it and instead implement it.

Asher ran from his cover to the fore front of the perimeter his team had formed. The creature couldn't have been more than 10 yards from him. "Here goes nothing! cover me!" He yelled as he threw out his arms and willed a wall of flame into existence. It wasn't inordinately large seeing as he wanted to focus his energy on it's movement. He closed his eyes and pushed his energy into the wall, and as he did so it began to thrust froward. Tearing through the concrete street, small trails of flame being left behind. As it gained speed and distance he felt himself weaken, however once he opened his eyes and set his gaze on the gargantuan before him the wall continued to relentlessly barrel towards the beast.

To his surprise, it connected, however even more to his surprise his body began to go limp. It seemed every ounce of energy in his body, spiritual or otherwise has been drained. Asher fell to his knees and looked up to the sky. he breathed heavily wondered if his idiotic action had actually made a difference.
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creds AgWordSmith

 

[Nastarial]

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Ria Lethe McAlister
Feel the power of true magic!

The young mage clutched her hand for a moment before nodding at the revanent's question. "I'm fine, I'm just not good at these sort of elemental spells," she assured with a quick smile, glancing his way before turning her attention back to the creature. Kali unloaded on it as Quel launched some sort of canister at it, unleashing a torrent of green smoke that effected its balance. Combined with her own spell's effects, the creature seemed to flail as Hailey volleyed an arcane sword - with her bow no less. That was an odd sight to see, but the explosion of the impact seemed to stagger it further. The thing seemed to have a difficult time as it raked its limbs against everything in an effort to get itself steady again.

It was then that an idea struck Lethe. Most things feared flame, and having witnessed Mara's pyromancy in action, she felt confident in the amazonian's ability. She turned to the other woman and lifted a hand in her direction. "Confirma magicae!" The air around Mara, being so potent with magical energy from the goings-on, would pop lightly before being absorbed by the pyro. "Bombard it with your flame!" she called out as she began retreating a few steps, hoping to keep out of the creature's way as it began to whip its strange arms about... at least until she saw Asher drop to his knees after using an incredibly impression move. It obviously wiped him out, however. Dammit, she thought as her brows furrowed. She raced to his side to take his arm over her shoulder to help him stand. "Up you get," she told him, but as she glanced about, she noticed one of the kangaroo-beast's arms coming straight at them. There wasn't time to think of a counter-spell to cast and so, Lethe relied on the only thing she could. She opened her coat, ripping a button off in her hurry, and engulfing him with what she could while leaning over him. She hoped the protective enchantment on her coat would be enough to guard them both.

There was, however, a snag in her idea. Her arms were left vulnerable and as the beast slashed at them, she received a nasty gash to the upper portion of her arm, causing her to gasp in pain as blood flowed from the wound. Her coat offered what protection it could, but she certain she was going to bruise like she never had before. "C'mon, up!" Lethe urged with a grunt, doing what she could to help the harbinger to his feet before looking to the others for help.​

[class=Notes] //Below is the purple box and the content meant for tags// [/class]

Interacting: Lemercer GumGumChomp idalie ZacksQuest MachievallismAlter Snek VasiliasMellow Theflamre
Located: Thessaloniki
Items of Note: Former Cult's Coat of Protection (owned); Tincture holding Belt (owned);
Tincture Number & Contents: 1) Herbal Nerve Toxin; 2) Phial of Everfrost
Spell Cast/Translation: Confirma magicae = Strengthen magic

code by AgWordSmith

 

[GumGumChomp]

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Sobriety: Sober

Mood: Protective

Items: Twin Pistols, Dagger, Whiskey Bottle, Flask with More Whiskey

Interacting With: Lemercer

% Gay for Lethe

[/div][/div][div class=title]Mara[/div][div class=text] Mara closely observed her teammate's attacks, wanting to get a good grasp of their abilities for if and when she inevitably tries to fight them. The one that caught her eye the most was Q's, his transformations and gadgets certainly were interesting. She'll have to look into him closer sometime soon.

Suddenly, the magical energy around her flowed into her, bringing back a memory she had buried long ago. One of green fields as far as the eye could see, turned into a burning war zone in a blink of an eye. Mara took deep breaths, managing to calm herself down and try to push the thoughts back down, managing to with moderate success.

"I'll definitely hurt in the morning..." she mumbled right before Asher starting pushing a wall of fire and subsequently collapsed to his knees. "Ya alright, buddy? Need a drink?" she offered, handing Asher her flask "Rest up, you did good. Now then, it's my turn to lay down the smackdown." she said, cracking her knuckles and walking towards the beast. "Y'know, this all is bringing up some stuff I'd rather not think about. So, I'm sorry, but I have to let out some steam. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not sorry at all."

She moved her hands around in a large circle continuously. At first, nothing happened. Then there were sparks. Slowly, fire started to fill the space between her hands. After a small while, it filled it up entirely, a large ball of flames flickering and heating up the area. She stopped rotating her hands, balled her right hand up, and punched the fireball at the kangaroo, the surrounding area heating up even more, and crackling was all that could be heard.
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[idalie]

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[div class="Desktop base" style="color:black;"]

[div class="Current ImagButton" style="Margin-left:15px;"]Currently

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[div class="Img Head"]

[/div] [div class="Tags hidden" style="margin-left:5px;"]Interacting: N/A
Mentioned: Lemercer ZacksQuest Nastarial GumGumChomp MachievallismAlter Theflamre Snek
Located: Greece, Ground Zero
Inventory: €200; Rapier; Pocketwatch; Herbal Nerve Toxin.
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ARTUR DEMETRESCU
"Death is only the beginning."

Explosions, smoke, fire -- it took him back. Too far back for his likings to redcoats and bearskin hats. Keep your nerve, cowards will be shot. He could almost see the old captain pacing back and forth with the sabre on his hip, talking down to the gathered troops as projectiles whistled overhead. Stiff upper lip as it was called, the Romanian seemed to pick that up most from his time amongst the British. Perhaps that and their certain flavour of dark, dry comedy. If one was to be dead for the rest of his unlife, he might as well tell a joke at his own expense. Alas, now wasn't the time to reminisce yesteryear.

The nerve toxin was thick on the beast until Hailey fired her first shot, being a sword. A sword -- from a bow. Artur believed his old master at arms would've had a hissy fit if he ever saw it. Then came Ashers move, flinging the beast and charging it with the walls of flame until he collapsed, aided and protected by their in-resident mage before Mara took her turn to attack. With an enchantment, the fireball dissipated the rest of the green cloud and smacked into the Kangaroo. Artur hated the heat, although put up with it considering it's use and intent. Not quite the time to find the manager and explain his meagre sufferings.

Before one knew it, Lethe had been wounded, Asher stayed down and creature showed signs of slowing. Whipping forward, Art vanished into his shadow, dashing across the concrete and materialising behind one of it's large paws to strike in a blur of bladed movement. Thrusting into the tendon and withdrawing so he could push the sword further into the calf, and use it to half climb, half leap onto the back. With only his rapier to help, adrenaline, and the strength of a thing which was already deceased, he dug his fingernails into the skin and grasping on, pulled himself up the writhing flesh.

Again he haphazardly withdrew and stabbed, seeking out the vertebrae to wedge the rapier and lend a hand in killing the mutated horrorshow. The quicker they dispatched it, the quicker he would be free to help others. One certainly knew Artur was in another headspace due to the as yet unseen but certainly prevalent black veins that appeared through his pale skin. Blood seeped down the open wounds, slickening his hold as he inhaled the scent of warm copper. Demetrescu refrained from letting his mind wander to thoughts of taste, focusing his energy on clinging as he continued to be flung back and forth enough to get whiplash. But no gods be damned Kangaroo of all things, was going to get the better of him. Humiliating enough as it was to fight the overgrown marsupial.

[/div] Code by AgWordSmith [/div]

 

[Snek]

Quel'xavuatl

Location: da streetz

Inventory: (5) Smoke Bombs
(4) Tyrant's Breath
Quicksilver Suit

Interacting w/ : everyone

It was satisfying to see the Tyrant's Breath at work. The compound was still experimental (pretty hard to find willing test subjects), but the chemical bomb worked much more effectively than Q had expected. However, although it weakened the beast and shattered its ability to concentrate, the cloud didn't hold it forever. It charged from the toxic smog, flailing its clawed whiplike arms along the sides of the street as it approached. Quell wasn't sure what the others were going to do, but he wasn't waiting around to let it steamroll him and shred him to ribbons.

The runes along his shoulder blades shone bright, the back plates of his armor shifting aside to allow leathery, draconic wings to burst forth. Spreading them wide, he thrusted the wings down hard and lifted himself into the air, rising above the street and dodging the creature's assault. As the creature was launched across the street by the force of the leyline girl's explosion, he watched from the air as the others began redoubling their aggression. The shaved fellow launched an impressive ball of flame towards the beast, but the attack sapped his energy and the others followed forth. The confrontational lady answered with a pyroblast of her own, enhanced by Lethe's magic-boosting field. Artur, of course, had no choice but to close the distance and begin dancing around the foul monster, picking swiftly at its squishy bits with his sword and switching focus to stabbing its back.

Confident that the beast would shift its immediate focus to trying to dismount the undead duelist stabbing it in the vertebrae, Quell circled around in the air and swooped past the beast's face, deciding that its withering, vulnerable face was likely one of its main weakspots. The tattoo on his throat glowed a sickly green color, and greenish-black miasma began to leak from the sides of his mouth. This was no mere manufactured chemical or riot-control tool. This was the breath of Quell's ancestors, a horrific blast of corrosive death that withered living tissue and melted steel. This was true Tyrant's Breath.

As he flew past the beast's face, he opened his reptilian maw and blasted the creature directly in the eyes and mouth with a spray of necrotic acid, making sure to aim down from above so that the excess spray wouldn't hit Artur. Of course, there was no telling whether the creature would try to swipe him out of the air, given that his fly-by was a slow and drawn-out maneuver rather than a quick hit-and-run. He decided it was worth the risk. Hopefully this attack would further weaken or even disable the creature's senses, allowing them to finish it off.

 

[VasiliasMellow]

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Mood: Ready
Possessions: Mabel, Mark I Mark, Poppa, Shotgun
Interacting With: Nastarial Lemercer
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She had emptied her shotgun still unsure if it had any effect but that didn't matter now. As the creature continued its offense the team did their best to hold it back.

They were a formidible squad but it was beginning to take its toll on them. Asher had exhausted himself and as Lethe rused to his aid she took a hit from the creature. Now Mara, Q, and Artur were on the attack and K.P. knew what she had to do.

Slinging the shotgun over her back she rushed forward carefully dodging the wildly swinging arms of the Kangacreature, she came to a stop at Lethe and Asher. "I got him!" With the strength beyond someone of her stature, she hauled Asher over her shoulder and then scooped up Lethe like a child in one arm.

With a grunt she hoped was inaudible she began moving back to cover. She doubted her acrobatic cat-like grace and punches would help in this case and she figured she could at least get the wounded to some cover and dole out some first aid.

"You wouldn't by chance have magical first aid because all I have to offer you is a tourniquet." She was sure Lethe could move on her own but she had to get them away quickly. The beast had done a number on the surrounding buildings and she hoped that they would be fine back here for now. "Or at least tell me you have a 5-Hour Mana or something for Asher."

It was a poor attempt at comfort but it was all she had. Setting the two down she used the straps from her shotgun to stop the bleeding on Lethes arm looking over at Asher worried. "Hey Asher, I'll give you five but then you have to get your butt back on the field. It's late in the 4th and we are down by 14, now is the perfect time for a hail mary." With a wry smile, she let out a breath and looked back to the others.
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[ZacksQuest]

Thessaloniki, Greece

The gangly abomination flailed haplessly on the ground for just a few moments before contorting its spine backwards, its gaping jaw jutting upwards into the air as its unfocused, hazy eyes cleared and shot daggers directly into the amassed agents. It howled a primal scream, almost a squeal, that would tear any normal creature's throat ragged, and then scuttled towards them like an insect instead of its wild hopping, its gaping maw unsheathing rows of sharp lamprey teeth while its remaining bladed appendages cut through the air in wild patterns, horizontal and vertical as well as diagonal. Its swinging arms were a feint, apparently, as when Asher's wall emerged it immediately flexed its haunches and sprung into the air, intending a short momentum-building hop before bounding completely over the barrier. What the creature didn't expect from its recent experience with the attacks from its targets was the invisible barrier of holy fire rushing towards it, the path intersecting right where it was about to land from its first hop. Unfortunately the wall of heavenly force overshot the creature's landing, but the erected barrier severed its two hind legs, a pitch-colored ichor spurting from the stumps as it screeched, seeming to be generally unfazed but now scuttling towards them in a slower, lopsided fashion, but its whiplike arms continued to rake through the air at high speeds. One of the arms scarcely grazed the young mage Lethe across her left arm as it continued decimating edifices, street decor, windows and street alike with its haphazard patterns. However, as the creature continued its pursuit it was struck mid-charge by a ball of searing flame directly into the ground beneath its legs. The beast was blown into the air, its back certainly a charred ruin of fur and sinew, and as it landed the wounds it had attained would have completely obliterated most animals, but surprisingly, it still howled, and it now bucked and reared like a colicking animal in the middle of the street, its arms flailing straight up in the air as if its muscles were contracted to their fullest from the pain. Then, invisible as a shadow, the revenant Artur jammed his ornate, worn rapier through the hamstrings of one of the beast's remaining legs, and the whole creature toppled with two legs scrambling desperately in a panic trying to retain some sort of upright position. He bounded atop the creature's stomach which currently acted as its back and, precariously hanging onto the flailing monstrosity, cleaved it asunder through vital organs, glistening black blood pooling from the great gash as Quell flew with his draconic wings to pass over the beast's face, spurting down a toxic spray of necrotic compounds with the swift acting destructive nature of quicklime and lye. The eyes dissolved as if they were made of seltzer, and the empty sockets- while doing nothing to help the creature's appearance- certainly meant the creature was no longer relying on sight as the compound continued through the layers of flesh and skull. The howling stopped, replaced by a sickening high pitched gurgle as the beast's mouth melted into its throat. Certainly, this creature would collapse to the ground without its head.

Surprisingly enough, it didn't. It still scrambled around, its muscles contracting wildly as its arms swiped at nothing, gliding blindly through nothing but the air above it now. Right now it was no threat to anyone or anything, but it wasn't quite dead yet. Just what would kill this thing?

 

[idalie]

[class=base] background:white; width:90%; margin:10px auto; padding:10px; //Forward slashes are comments and do no show up in the final design,// //these are to help you find everything easily and explain some code as well. // //These comments put be with in a class or script tags in order to be hidden, from what I know. // //Long URls are images// //# followed by letter and numbers are Hex codes or color codes// //the only color named by its name is White// //this is the white background// //or the base of the design// [/class] [class=hidden] display: none; //this allows all the content I don't want to be seen until clicked to be hidden, or not on display until I code otherwise// [/class] [class=Img] border:2px solid #000000; line-height:0px; margin-left:5px; pointer-events:none; //the border around the Image// [/class] [class=ImagButton] background:#AA0101; border-radius:5px; margin:0px Auto;margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:70%; text-align:center; float:left; font-family:Book Antiqua; color:White; //The red buttons above the Images// [/class] [class name=ImagButton state=hover] cursor:pointer; Background-color:#48107E; color:red; //what the Imagebutton looks like// // when a cursor hovers over it// [/class] [class=ImagButtonClick] background:#330B5A; border-radius:5px; margin:10px Auto; margin-right:5px; padding:5px; float:left; Width:70%; color:white; //what the image button looks like when clicked on// [/class] [script class=ImagButton on=click] removeClass ImagButtonClick ImagButton addClass ImagButtonClick //above allows the user to toggle between a clicked and non-clicked colored button// set link (getText) //above sets the link to what ever text I put on the button within a div// if (eq "${link}" "Currently") (hide Head) if (eq "${link}" "Currently") (show Tags) if (eq "${link}" "Currently") (show Image) if (eq "${link}" "Currently") (hide Current) if (eq "${link}" "Image") (show Head) if (eq "${link}" "Image") (hide Tags) if (eq "${link}" "Image") (show Current) if (eq "${link}" "Image") (hide Image) // So this more or less translates to// //if the div has the text "Currently" in it it's set as a link and when clicked it will hide the Head class (my image) and show the Tags class and the class named Image (the new button)// //oh and below
means to put a break in the code, like pressing the enter button. it's necessary since the beginning means no breaks unless other wise told with that br code// //for anyone who doesn't know// [/script]

[div class="Desktop base" style="color:black;"]

[div class="Current ImagButton" style="Margin-left:15px;"]Currently

[div class="Image ImagButton hidden" style="Margin-left:15px;"]Image[/div]

[div class="Img Head"]

[/div] [div class="Tags hidden" style="margin-left:5px;"]Interacting: N/A
Mentioned: Lemercer ZacksQuest Nastarial GumGumChomp MachievallismAlter Theflamre Snek
Located: Greece, Ground Zero
Inventory: €200; Rapier; Pocketwatch; Herbal Nerve Toxin.
[/div]

ARTUR DEMETRESCU
"I am no less of a man for what you did."

He fell away from the beast, hitting the ground with a thud and carrying it into a roll as the toxic spray fell upon the beast in a cloud of dewy mist. Artur would take it's head. His eyes, glowering as if freshly strewn coals from a blacksmiths forge were a destructive shade of red and for a moment, death seemed to become him in a sense. Corruption, years of living which went against nature's way and how the world worked. He was the essence of wrong, a drop of sin. In the end of days, should they ever come, he would be left behind to burn. Demestrescu suspected a souls worth could never be entirely redeemed after one made a deal with evil incarnate. Yet this thing, the repulsive abomination before him took no sympathy and garnered no admiration for it's actions. It was no Frankenstein's monster, created from flesh of men to reject them for the flaws of a wider world. It was a hollow entity, a parasite, it had no purpose and perhaps it was this which made people fear what lurked beneath their beds. Creatures who held no reason doing what they had bred to do.

The Revenant grasped his rapier firmly, skin drawn taut over the knuckles, veins straining against the skin. Black as ink. He would finish what had been started and the undead knew, it was him who would bring this thing to the end of it's mortal coil. Not out of any sort of boasting privilege but something more akin to fate. It wasn't often he would believe in things that had loose ties to why futures were to be had and pasts remained permanent. Again, untoward the beast he dashed, blade flashing in the threat of bloodied battle. It's squeals of pain and seizure of injury caused little thoughts of forgiveness, only satisfaction. The Kangaroo half collapsed and lame, was easier to scale this time, flesh melting and caught on his shirt. Cooked meat and vile acidic scent it's signature perfume.

Reaching around what remained of the neck, facing away, the Revenant brought his sword across to lock the beast against the sharp edge. One hand grasping the handle of his weapon, the other gripping the sharp end. Wrenching backwards with the strength imbued by his anger, rapier cutting deep into his palm -- he was determined to fell the one thing that kept them there. What had hurt his fellow teammates and what had disturbed the peace. Grimacing against the gristle and bone, each crack elicited further struggle from himself and the creature. His own blood was beginning to make it slip, catching on the bone to keep it in place. Again he jolted it, wedging the vertebrae of the neck. Again. And again. And again. Until he could move it no further and grappled the hilt in both palms to force it. Back and back. A primal shout accompanied his jerk upward and the last splintering 'crack'. The head rolled backwards, caught only by the skin and tissue that remained -- which even then, snapped and gave way, revealing badly butchered bone.

As the body sank, Art fell with it. Cushioned by the corpse he half sat, and searched for a handkerchief to jam in the split -- black blood, which like the 'Roo, oozed steadily from his palm. Yet back he went, back he walked until he reached Kali, who had moved both Lethe and Asher. "Are they alright?"

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[VasiliasMellow]

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Mood: Ready for a Drink
Possessions: Mabel, Mark I Mark, Poppa, Shotgun
Interacting With: idalie
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Amazed.

Kaliope looked on in amazement as Artur launched himself in for his final attack. The Final Attack.

Kaliope has seen and been through some shit. A small town girl kidnapped by a cult and trained to fight the things that go bump in the night and then as a cop who caught glimpses of those things every once in a while. Sure a future of staking vamps and pushing hell back down its own throat would have been one thing but this. This made her feel out of her league.

As Artur approached she looked over this team of amazing individuals and was simply awestruck. Sure she threw a few shells at the beast and was able to pull her injured teammates to safety as the others took on a creature she could have never imagined let alone take on and felt overwhelmed with emotion.

Looking up into the eyes of Artur she was glad it was over but knew there was more to come. More people who would need help and she felt something. The thing she thought she would find as a cop. A fire that made her blood pump so loud she could hear it in her ears and made her skin feel as it would vibrate off her body.

His words were drowned out by the sounds of chanting and drums and her head started to swim but she shook it off. “They uh...it’s nothing some rest or magic couldn’t fix I guess. Are you alright?” She asked looking him over, maybe really seeing Artur for the first time.
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[Nastarial]

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Ria Lethe McAlister
Feel the power of true magic!

Lethe was incredibly grateful when Kali came to their aid. It took her by surprise when she was scooped up after Asher and then brought to safety. This woman was much stronger than she looked. Glancing back, she noted Artur and Quell continuing the assault on the creature. The thing still wasn't dead yet? That was disconcerting. Brought back to their current situation by Kali's initial question, the mage turned her attention to her wound for the first time. It looked bad, but it didn't feel as if it was very deep. It definitely could have felt much better, and it didn't help that blood had soaked through the surrounding clothes. It would become another one of her scars, she was sure. "Well..." She was about to answer when the second question threw her off. "A five-hour-what?" She blinked before she put two and two together. Of course, Kali was asking if she had a way to rejuvenate their exhausted teammate. She didn't have an appropriate potion, but the magical energies in the air gave her an idea. She'd worry about herself after, as she often did.

She mentally searched for a spell that could do what she had in mind, but there was nothing in her arsenal that quite had the effect she was wanted. She winced as the tourniquet was tightened, the weapon straps moving with new intent... That was it! Answers were so often found in the simplicity of things, if one paid attention. Beaming as Kali turned to check on the others, Lethe jostled the woman into a quick hug. "Absolutely marvelous! Thank you!" The mage seemed to be off in her own little world for the next few moments as she moved closer to the Harbringer. Magic was more intent than anything and while diving into a 'new' spell could have its drawbacks, she'd be able to what she needed. Words were often used as a catalyst, and Latin was her choice for spells, but she'd worry about putting condensed words and a name to the spell at later date. For things like this, a chant would be better - especially since its rather on the fly.

Lethe held a hand over Asher's chest and began a rather simple but barely audible chant, one to channel energies. This was usually a preparation her kin did when a large spell needed to be cast, but she figured she could change part of the intent to not only gather energy, but transfer it as well. It was a long moment when she felt her efforts begin to 'show', some of the thickness of the magic in the area lessening as she willed it toward the holy warrior she sat beside. When she was satisfied, she realized the sounds of the nearby battle had ceased, and heard Artur's inquiry. With a smile, she replied, "I am for the most part, and I believe Asher shall be as well, in a few moments." Glancing behind the revenant, she noted the creature dead... and beheaded. Her wound forgotten, she pulled her eyes from the creature's corpse to look over the undead man. His rapier was bloodied to the point where one might believe that it was made and born of such, and the small bit of cloth in hand, currently in the process of becoming the color of pitch. Had he actually beheaded the beast on his own? Awe glittered in her lavender eyes as she stood, pausing as Kali had asked the very question of him that she would have asked. Instead, she stated, "If you're hurt, let me take a look. I have a...." She glanced briefly at the nearby Italian mage with a wry smile. "Well, a rather admittedly dark skill set, but one you may find in your favor." While in the briefing room, she had taken a conservative approach when speaking. Thinking back, she thought herself a bit too enigmatic. These people were all incredibly capable, and would learn everything anyway, so she might as well be more upfront about things. ​

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Interacting: VasiliasMellow Lemercer idalie GumGumChomp Snek ZacksQuest
Located: Thessaloniki
Items of Note: Former Cult's Coat of Protection (owned); Tincture holding Belt (owned);
Tincture Number & Contents: 1) Herbal Nerve Toxin; 2) Phial of Everfrost
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[Snek]

Quel'xavuatlLocation: Thessaloniki, Greece

Inventory: (5) Smoke Bombs
(4) Tyrant's Breath
Quicksilver Suit

Interacting w/ : everyone

Quell tumbled clumsily to the ground, his temporary wings fusing back into his body as he rolled sideways and collapsed on the pavement. The Tyrant's Breath was powerful, and he could still feel his throat burning from the intense amount of energy channeled by the attack. The power of the Tyrants was not called upon lightly, the use of their formidable toxic breath draining the user's stamina as well. Q had drawn a very prolonged spout of breath this time, rather than its typical use in close-quarters as a brief, room-sweeping blast. He already knew from experience that his voice was likely lost for the rest of the day.

As he clambered back into a standing position, he stretched out the soreness in his arms and shoulders from flight and walked over to the creature's corpse. Lethe appeared to be rejuvenating the holy-fire man, and the others stood around catching their breath. The kobold rubbed the lingering pain around his throat as he approached the group. "Well, one down. That was certainly a fiasco," he rasped weakly.

His gaze did not linger on the creature's corpse for long. It smelled rancid, and Quell was horrified to see the results of the rigorous butchering applied by Artur. His powerful tail flicked anxiously from side to side as he surveyed the rest of the damage. "Where from here? Might make sense to just follow the way that the creature approached from. There are definitely more still out there." A small warning indicator on the Quicksilver suit caught his attention. He re-opened the digital screen projected from his suit as before, reading a small interface displaying power readouts and active functions.

"The suit's functionality is stressed from that sound through the loudspeakers. It's trying really hard to stop me from turning, but demanding all available power to do so. I probably can't afford to cloak or interface with anything until we get that sound turned off." Quell coughed and hacked for a second, his habit of talking too much becoming quite evident as the pain in his throat intensified.

 

[ZacksQuest]

Unknown Location, Greece

Her name was Pallavi, and she was immediately taken by the soothing nature of the office. The walls, festooned in a number of dark oak heirlooms and ornaments, were a light yet earthy tone, contrasting with the soft, cushioned floor that gave off the idea of gentle forest loam. She could almost hear the babbling brooks, and small, imperceptible sounds of a peaceful forest that seemed oddly out of place given the room's actual purpose as an art deco-styled corner office. The owner of said office, a shaggy, young-looking man with a tousled mop of curls and a thin, wispy beard that screamed new age but whispered old world, intentionally designed the office that way, down to the almost untraceable faint sounds of creaking branches and rustling leaves- and, of course, a thin, high frequency hum of his own design that was intended to bring about so much relaxation as to make the interviewee passive to the point of semi-consciousness. He found that, while a much harder art form to achieve than to agitate or incite violence through sound, using peaceful inaudible tones made what was to follow much easier.

He could already tell by the girl's complexion, the patchwork seams in her clothes that she tried to hide, the scuffed, handed down shoes that restricted and crushed the sides of her feet as she tried to walk with elegance and professionalism; she was a rural girl in a rural town from a poor off family that, even when the magi-tek industry turned a number of cities in the once economically desolate nation of Greece into burgeoning business capitals, never had enough to make ends meet. That meant she was gullible, and willing to grit and bear most anything to support her family, and judging by the protruding ribs and the anemic flush to her light olive complexion, was a very large one- still, he had to worry about her catching on, and so he used his knack for sounds to pacify her further.

She didn't need to be on edge and focused for the interview; unbeknownst to her, the fact that she came into his complex at all meant that she fit all of his criteria from the start. A scan of her genetic code from the "metal detectors" in the facility lobby showed that she had a genetic predisposition to prominent muscle growth and lung capacity when given the proper nutrients, a universal blood type, no predispositions to any form of cancer, mental disease, diabetes, or heart arrhythmia. She even had the faintest hint of magic in her blood, which was crucial to guaranteeing that the process would take to her. He couldn't have what would be months of work and entire strands of genetic code wasted when he had deadlines to meet and clients to attend to.

As he had expected, she told him most everything. She mumbled her words frequently, a side effect of the white noise softening her speech skills, and always apologized afterwards. He would softly smile and reassure her. He asked her all the little details that seemed customary in today's job market- references, special skills, work relationships with people, what you look for in a career, all the jargon to make the position seem like a true enterprising career. He was partway through with the interview when the intercom on his desk made a sing-song chime and a voice that sounded young and pretty and feminine, but a little too high and with a little too much of a strange wobble in the voice to immediately fly as human. "Mister Nikos, sir, your head of asset protection wishes to speak with you."

Pallavi looked dully into his brown eyes with her faded amber eyes and asked, "Do you need to take that?"

Mister Nikos didn't respond immediately, closing his eyes to prevent him from staring daggers into his potential across the polished desk and shocking her into full attention; there wouldn't be too much he could do to recover if she started catching on to all the little imperfections and oddities about the office, about the sounds, and most importantly about him if she began really taking a closer look. The same problem would, unfortunately, be a problem if he were to step out of the room for too long a time. The sounds required his constant presence, or the relaying of an audio feed to his general vicinity. But, he trusted his "head of asset protection"- really best described as his chief enforcer- implicitly, and decided that in the end, the interview was just a front anyways, and since she's in the building he can already send her immediately to the production plant on a word instead of all the office job rigmarole he's been spoon-feeding her.

"Yes, I do. I'm sorry, I'll be right back." He arose, revealing his gargantuan, gangly frame, and on the way to the far door he shook her hand, and noted with relief that she didn't immediately take the time to look down at his legs. She'd begin asking questions if she did. As he passed out of her line of sight his painted on smile turned to an ugly scowl as he closed the office door behind him.

His eight foot tall chief of security was waiting for him in the hallway. "Subject Bet has been terminated, sir."

"I know. I heard its heartbeat stop. The subject was unfit for release anyway."

The chief had a disgruntled look when Mister Nikos said this- one that revealed that Subject Bet had been the latest in a long line of failures. "The subject wasn't unfit for release, it was put by itself in a disadvantageous location for its skill set-"

"And the fact that there's any location that can be considered disadvantageous for it means it wasn't good enough. If Subject Bet's reflexes and wing span couldn't get it to effortlessly raze a handful of people on a narrow street then it isn't fit for my client."

"That subject was the best of its type and you know that, sir. It wiped out scores of the mages-"

The now clearly agitated Nikos retorted, "Mages, mages, mages. What kind of an achievement is that? City-backed guilds filled with rank and file amateurs who choose the flashiest skill sets over the most practical. I'll say it once more, our client doesn't want us to create a designer pet to guard his house, our client doesn't want us to just give them a D-list mutant who can wipe out some nobody no-name with no jurisdiction or power save wind spells that barely amount to a gentle fucking breeze, our client wants us to make something that can wipe out the best and brightest, and can do it by itself, in any condition, in any motherfucking situation, and can eat the rest of the magical community as a light snack."

"So that's just it then, boss? Months of work and it was all just a test dummy?"

Nikos grinned, and his eyes were hardened brown stones set in his head. His wide-mouthed grin through pearly white teeth seemed feral, a crack in his previously annoyed but calm demeanor. "Yes, yes it was. And congratulations are in order to the production team, because it honestly wasn't quite as pathetic as Subject Omicron, who was taken out by a podunk militia of fire throwers. The Bet-Embryo Line is close, we just need to synthesize it with something to give it more versatility once hit, something to give it more regenerative capabilities, and maybe some sort of hardened shell like the Aleph-Embryos. Call the client and call your handlers in the field, we're rounding up our resources for now, hunkering down and bringing all live subjects back to base for study. It'd be better for the Intervention Team to get tired of sniffing around and find something more active to poke around at before we go back out to test some more."

"What about Subject Bet? We collected Subject-Omicron from the lab in Thessaloniki's guild building, but now that the intervention team has a fresh corpse..."

"They won't for long. You know why I sent our four subjects out to kill the country's major guilds as a unit and not try to take them one on one? Because the client specified that they wanted the final product to be able to mop the floor with Infernal Intervention in particular. I didn't send that test subject out as Intervention's welcoming committee without a little parting gift. A little explosive surprise for them if they make the mistake of getting too close."

"And what about work on a new Subject Bet and Subject Omicron?"

He looked back towards his office door, where the young, naive little human girl still sat, hopefully in a semi-conscious trance from the latent effects of the sounds, and smirked. "I was working on that right now, actually. In about ten months, give or take a couple weeks, we'll make ourselves another Subject Bet."

 

[GumGumChomp]

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Sobriety: Sober

Mood: Protective

Items: Twin pistols and a dagger

Interacting With: Everyone

[/div][/div][div class=title]Mara[/div][div class=text] Well, that certainly was an experience. Turns out a sword actually was useful in the match. In fact, it landed the finishing blow, much to Mara's dismay. She figured it was fitting that a monster was the one to strike down another, though it still bothered her that Artur would be the one to get the recognition for the kill. Leaving it's body intact - aside from the head - was probably a bad idea. She'd have to get back to that later, burn it a little to stop whoever sent it from retrieving it.

She turned her attention to Lethe, who was getting treated with a tourniquet by... Kaliope, was it? She couldn't see anything wrong with it, for once. It wasn't shoddy work by any means. She approached the growing group, who she seemed to be the last to join. "So, that was something, 'eh? Glad to see we're all... relatively okay. Definitely could have gone worse." she piped in, stretching. Large amounts of magic input always made her sore, but her pain was almost definitely one of the least of the group's, so she didn't bother to complain.

She took her drinks from her bag, setting them gently on the ground. "Use it how you'd like. Anesthetic, disinfectant, just as a drink, whatever." she said, and left the circle again, moseying on over to the marsupial laying dead on the ground. She wound up her foot, and kicked it as hard as she could. She hadn't paid any attention before, but there was a strange, familiar scent in the air. It wasn't magic, though there was quite a lot of that in the atmosphere. She couldn't quite pin it down on one thing: Steam? Sulphur? Ammonia?

It suddenly dawned on her, and after a quick whiff of her pistols, she confirmed that it wasn't coming from them. The smell was gunpowder- and it was coming from the dead monster beneath her. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! She spun around to face the others, and yelled as loud as she could:

"RUN!"​

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[Lemercer]

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Nastarial VasiliasMellow MachievallismAlter idalie ZacksQuest Theflamre Snek GumGumChomp ,


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His eyelids felt heavy, he felt the heat of the battle rage around him as he fell into the darkness of his own psyche. Asher had made sure not to use the flame extensively after his escape and after years of dormancy it was being rejuvenated, the rush of battle gave air to the flame, room to breath and roam within Asher's spirit. This reawakening robbed Asher of his consciousness rather quickly and he found himself more aware of Elyon's power than ever since he had since the God stood in front of him. The flame engulfed his mind, pulling him into a dream state. Asher found himself on his knees, staring at a burning sky. He blinked and gave moisture to his dry eyes as he began to look around, questioning where he was. "Where am..." he saw a boy. The boy had long shaggy hair and held a stone in one hand, and in front of him stood a man with ginger hair and a ginger beard. The man had fire behind his eyes and mischief filling every crevice of his sly grin.

"Come with me child" Asher heard the tall man say. 'wait...who' he though, then the boy reached out his hand. The red-haired man took it, and as their two palms met they erupted in fire, which flickered in the reflection of Asher's eye as he knelt meters away. Asher's face contorted as he realized what was happening, or rather, as he recognized it. "NO! NO GODDAMMIT-" He lept from his knees and sprinted forward his eyes mimicking the red-haired man's, his arms stretched out along with fire filled palms. However Asher found himself only attacking a cloud of ash, losing his balance and again falling back to his knees on the bleak, grass-less dirt. "No, no, no" He mumbled as he looked down at the ash covered ground, his hands illuminating the scene. The sky flared, the ground shook and Asher gazed up with a hatred and angst filled heart. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME YOU BASTARD. WHAT DO YOU WANT" His accented speech flew out into the trembling world, the sky fell, fire covered all, and as Asher watched the world crumble, he came to.

Air rushed into his lungs as he flung himself up from his position next to the small mage. Small squares of holy fire revolved around his fists and he found himself now standing in a defensive stance. He breathed heavily, eyes darting around. The team looked at him with concern, an emotion not typically directed towards him, a surprise to be sure. Asher collected his breath and thoughts, seeing the dead creature and letting his arms fall to his side. "Thank you everyone, for helping me. I apologize for my incon-" His words were cut short by Mara's screams. He turned on his heel and saw the dead monster, however it did not seem completely dead, the skin bubbled in odd places. Mara warned them, yelling to run. Asher ran towards the monster instinctively and threw out his hands, a large barrier forming in front of him. However he noticed a change, the flames burned brighter, almost wildly. His eyes glowed brightly, though in his newfound strength he still felt exhaustion. Adrenaline. "GO!, GET OUT!" He yelled behind him as he adjusted his foot-stance and prepared for the blast.​

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[Nastarial]

CO-GM ((??)) TYPE POST THING w/ ZacksQuest ​

The chemicals within the now decaying body of the kangaroo-beast, Subject Bet, had just began to coalesce as Mara approached to ensure its dead state. The quick-witted pyromancer had accurately determined exactly what the reaction would be. The reactions were already starting, with small sizzling and pops going off underneath the skin that raised in blisters. There was enough time for a warning to be shouted, realization to be had, and a few quick reactions from the intrepid group before it all was set off in a great conflagration of explosion that would scar the pavement and sidewalk, whilst setting the a few of the nearby buildings ablaze. Some of the weaker buildings's walls succumbed to the force of the blast and crumbled in plaster board, chunks of ill-made and old concrete whle glass shattered and shot within the buildings, window ledges caught flame, and a huge plume of smoke floated up from the newly formed, smoldering crater that lay within the middle of the Greek city.

Mara, being rather close to the fallen beast, would be blasted forward, toward her comrades, as the explosion was set off. Hailey, who had been guarding the Italian mage since Subject Bet had arrived, did her best to withstand the blast and continue protecting the mage - summoning ley-lines to hold the blast back, but the emmense power of the blast all too quickly overpowered her spell causing the magic to backlash upon her rendering her unable to process what was continuing to come, and between the force of the blast and the intense heat that emanated with it, she and the semi-local man succumbed in the flames. Aiden had rushed over to the mages' side to attempt to pull them away, yet he could not reach them before the blast, and without much protection on his own person, the initial force knocked him so hard into a half broken wall behind him that he died instantly. Asher's holy wall of flame created a semi-safe area behind it as the explosion pushed outward, with only the brief yet intense shock wave and heat affecting the others.

With the explosion being far from a subtle thing, it would no doubt attract the concern of the mages' guild. For now, however, the remaining members of Team Ezec would have to recover and continue their very first investigation.

Lemercer idalie GumGumChomp VasiliasMellow Snek

 

[idalie]

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Mentioned: Lemercer ZacksQuest Nastarial GumGumChomp Snek
Located: Greece, Ground Zero
Inventory: €200; Rapier; Pocketwatch; Herbal Nerve Toxin.
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ARTUR DEMETRESCU
"I am no less of a man for what you did."

The explosion swept him off his feet, even with Mara's warning there simply wasn't enough time to hit the floor or find cover. Lethe had offered to heal him, something that Artur was about to refuse if it wasn't for her secretive addition by mentioning another sort of 'skillset' she possessed. The revenant had barely opened his mouth when the strange creature burst. Yet within those seconds, he was hurled forwards, colliding with the small mage which instinctively he wrapped in an embrace. Trying to find purchase on something, keep his balance, and avoid giving the poor woman more bruises than she needed. Equally, Demetrescu as he was thrown, smacked his head hard enough to induce a headache and scrape but retain what consciousness he could muster.

It set him off, that sudden ringing in his ears. Taking the revenant back to war. Not one particular battle, but all of them in a frightening twist of events. There was just white noise, formed from an overbearingly loud assault of the senses. Vivid and messy, he could hear Romanian, French, British, even German. And between that, the screaming. Writhing bodies burned, faces deformed, limbs missing. Soon enough he realised half of what he imagined, wasn't part of his dazed state. There had been victims to this, and Lethe -- he was wound around the poor girl. Yet, he swallowed his words and found himself momentarily speechless. Her eyes, he had noted them prior due to their unusual colouring but again, close enough to smell the remnants of perfume and he was enraptured.

He found his voice soon after, "I'm -- are you hurt? I'm so sorry, Miss Lethe," Art began to untangle himself, kneeling and slipping his arm around her shoulders to aid her in getting up. "Forgive me, the blast --" He trailed off and cleared his throat. Keeping a hand on her forearm so he wouldn't lose the only other person he could see in the wake of the debris, but the further he looked the more he could see bodies and the damaged buildings. That'd be quite the government cheque. In the wake of it all, Artur zeroed in on the blood which stained her coat and even more so, the sudden and appetising scent of copper. "You've cut yourself," He stated rather obviously, removing his palm to gingerly cup the upper arm. "It needs treating, even the smallest of wounds things can happen -- but there I go lecturing a very capable woman ... lets get some of these to their feet,"

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[VasiliasMellow]

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Mood: Singed
Possessions: Mabel, Mark I Mark, Poppa, Shotgun
Interacting With: Nastarial idalie
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She didn’t hear the shouts until it was too late. The sound of the drums turned into an incessant ringing in her ears. She managed to get her arms up but it was not enough to prevent her from being pushed off of her feet. As she was flung back she saw Lethe in the arms of Artur before she was skipped along the ground like a stone on a pond.

As her skip turned into a skid she managed to roll onto her feet. A steady ringing in her ears and an ache in her head, she scanned the new rubble for signs of life from her team. “Everyone alright?!”

Letting out a cough she looks down at her arms, which now sting from both the explosion and with the flecks of gravel embedded there leaving them speckled with blood. As she starts plucking the small stones from her arm she shouts again. “If you are alive say something!”

Scanning her surroundings she sees Artur and Lethe again. Making her way over to them she was stopped in her tracks at the sight of the crumpled form of Aiden. She brought her hand slowly to her mouth as she began to walk past Lethe and Artur towards Aiden, who she hoped wasn’t really dead.

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