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Post by Jackson R. Willbert on Feb 14, 2017 7:22:46 GMT
Great. Just great.
Jackson was just in the middle of reloading after that last shot (which still somehow missed), and had just now been joined by his boss' guards, when the devil himself got himself captured. Apparently, from what it looked like, he was trying to kill the little bird, possibly to prevent her from being rescued.
Admittedly, not that bad of a plan.
Execution could've been better.
He nearly smirked at his own joke. Would've been more fun if they weren't having to play the stalemate game. Quite tiresome really: the boss had lost even more hope than the little song bird, the guards were rigid, fervently thinking of some way to save their master, and the beast merely stood just as still, holding him hostage, but clearly ready to snap the man's neck at any time.
Well, it was fun while it lasted.
With his eyes now completely adjusted to the dark (blessed with superior night vision at the cost of inferior sight in the light), even he could see that the beast was gonna kill him no matter what.
Pathetic.
All he wanted to do was shoot the beast, but the oafs that usually protected the man wouldn't like to have their master's life in danger...much less his parents.
So what could he do- Oh hey, an explosion.
As soon as he saw the other guards flinch at the sudden impact and sound, Jackson smiled, quickly finished reloading, then brought his arm up and fired, fully intending to at least shoot the beast in the head.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 14, 2017 7:53:50 GMT
Although it was hard to see, Lasair could feel the sadness radiating from the woman. It was tragic, to say the least. “I speak no lies, madam, for you are so fair on the eyes.” It was the last bit of flirting he would do. At least he told himself it would be. “I know not the exact details of our coming, but there is an old friend needing to be rescued from my understanding. Her bird found its way to the arms of my friend and well, we’ve found ourselves here instead.”
He didn’t have much time to decide what he would do next as a maid appeared. She seemed to be eager to do him some damage, but given that the wife was on his side… He decided to take his chances and merely hold his hands out in the air. “I am a visitor who was sharing a nice talk with the lady of the house. I have done no crimes here, I swear it.” And while he didn’t act just yet, he was ready to cast magic should things go south rather than in his favor.
Rolling his eyes, Sayvahn patted Amon on the back. “Come now, it wouldn’t go because of that. I can hear just fine.” Or maybe he couldn’t. Who knows. Sayvahn never really did try it out for himself. Shrugging, the feline stretched a little, and at the reference to being messy, Sayvahn grunted. “You didn’t say neat. If you wanted neat, you should have said so.” Though, the body count would have best been avoided. Tilting his head, Sayvahn winced a little. Hell, he’d seen blood, he seen death before, but for some reason, it just… struck a new cord. Perhaps the memories that trickled in from his past, with Anejwa and Leleba. Life and the body hadn’t really felt the same since he had remembered, since he had at last put Damien to rest. Perhaps it was the light that made the servant’s faces flicker with Damien’s own. Wincing, Sayvahn pinched the bridge of his nose. They were almost done? That would be nice. Would be nice, for all of them. “Be careful.” Sayvahn whispered, seeing Amon flee in the direction he had pointed, his dolls, like a bunch of weird birds, following him. In another light, it would have been seen as courageous, but to Sayvahn right then, it was foolish. After all, how long was that hallway? What if someone came around the corner? “Amon, hold off. Be Careful!” Sayvahn hissed, rushing after the man. If anything happened to the tin-man, Edelweiss would flip her lid, and frankly, Sayvahn did not want that, either now, or ever. “Amon!”
And lo and behold, people did come. A whole freaking bunch of them, it seemed. Sayvahn cursed. Cursed loudly.
“Dam it!” Sayvahn hissed, and lacing magic into his feet, his ran, just enough to summon a large gating portal in between Amon and the gunfire. The large swirling mass of purple black, mixed with green shot upward, however slim enough so that there was room on either side. Taking a deep breath, Savyahn trembled slightly, one hand holding open the door as he stuck his hand deeper into the cold mass on the other side, serving as a bridge between this world and the next.
“I don’t know how long I can hold it open. Send your dolls in, or get to cover. Whatever you do, do it fast!” Sayvahn hissed, holding his arm steady as bullets whizzed by them. Whatever Amon had planned, he hoped he would do it soon. More and more, the portal inched to a close, and soon, he would have no choice but to move, or get shot himself.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 15, 2017 4:53:57 GMT
Ok, Edelweiss thought, so either 'Mr. First Shooter' was clearly trigger happy, or he for some unknown reason thought she was the one responsible for the noise and explosions the diversion team was making outside. Or maybe both things, who knows. The reason didn't really matter. Edelweiss could see his arm raised through the penumbra of the room, and her first instinct was to use Telekinesis to relower the limb. The sound of shooting followed, good indicative it still happened, but instead of either of the girls it seemed to have hit her hostage.
In a place that wouldn't imediately kill, just hurt excruciatingly and bleed.
Like very belated karma.
Well, alright then. Not really anything inflicted by herself nor Sienna, but pretty decent results. That crappy prototype of a guy didn't need to ever make children; sterilizing him with bullets was a favor to mankind.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
And that's what he got for trying to rush forward. Amon and the dolls had barely skid to a halt when Sayvhan had jumped in front and opened a portal, effectively shielding them from the bullet storm.
"Thanks..." he said, grateful for the save. Gating was quite the useful spell.
Unfortunately, it wasn't going to last long.
Thinking fast, he readied a flash grenade. "Just keep it shielding us for a bit longer," he said, waiting for the portal to shrink just a bit more before rolling the flash bang under the portal. A moment later, the edges around the gate flashed brightly, accompanied by a disorienting loud noise. A second later, with a snap of his fingers, Amon sent the dolls around the portal to finish off the would be assailants.
The head butler growled as he (and the others) were blinded and disoriented. But before the effects had a chance to wear off, he suddenly felt his gun knocked out of his hands, the feeling of metal hands holding him still, and a sharp prick in his his neck before ultimately being knocked unconscious.
When Sayvahn would dispel the portal, they would find the dolls standing over the unconscious bodies of the head butler (the man who greeted them at the door) and the few dolls standing above them.
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"A likely stor-" the maid started, only to jump a little as hallway a little ways away was filled with light, just barely affecting her as well.
"W-what the-" she exclaimed, looking down the hallway, momentarily distracted.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Jackson R. Willbert on Feb 15, 2017 6:00:18 GMT
Welp.
That didn't go as well as he hoped.
"W-what was that?"
"Did you just shoot the master?!"
"You little-"
"It wasn't me!" Jackson exclaimed, feigning ignorance. "It was that beast! It doesn't have any intention of letting him go, we have to kill it!"
"But it told us not to move..."
"It made me shoot your master! Don't you get it?" Jackson continued. "Would you rather he die a slow and painful death while you do nothing, or risk the chance of a quick and painless one if it meant saving him?"
The two guards were hesitant, but with a sudden roar, the third rushed forward. Spurned on by the war cry, the other two rushed forward as well, with one aiming for Sienna and the other joining the assault on the beast holding their master hostage.
"...Wat a buncha idiots..." Jackson thought gleefully while he prepped his gun one last time before taking out another one and rushing at the beast from a different angle.
Victoria smiled sadly at him but said no more as they continued. So her worst fears were true, That girl wasn't here willingly. She nodded and when a house maid stopped them in the hall she waved her off. "All this shooting, there's a good chance someone is dead somewhere.. This is my guest and he will be following my lead, he is none of your concern." She insisted. If the maid continued to block the way she would allow her guest to do as he pleased.
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Clarence had all but given up so the added bonus of being shot in such a sensitive place was terrible when added onto that kick to the head and everything else. He howled in pain. hissing and cursing before ultimately passing in and out of consciousness pleas to be spared and still crying for Sienna.
Sienna herself simply stayed close to Edel, the gunfire so close by was terrible on her ears. She kept a firm grip on her friends clothes and hope that all this would end soon. This nightmare had to give way to the light, it just had to. But even if it didn't and she died here it wasn't a terrible way to go. But just as she thought that the shooter's words spurred the guards on to fight them and one had his gun aimed right on her. That would've been fine if not for Edel. She'd been injured already, she couldn't take another blow. Feeling frantic and more worried about the lives of her rescuers she released her grasp on the woman and dived right at the one guards feet, latching on with her arms in hope to fell him. And for added measure she chomped down hard on his Achilles heel, biting into flesh and then held on. She had no weapons to use so this was the best she could do. Hopefully a miracle might manifest and they both could escape this place alive.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 15, 2017 16:35:35 GMT
"What a bunch of idiots." Echoed in Edelweiss' mind aw well, although she wasn't aware she and the guy who shot her leg were thinking of the exact same thing (albeit for very different reasons). "Don't blame me for your horrid aim."
But well, if they really thought it was just a matter of 'running a risk', she'd just prove them how wrong they are - it wasn't a 'risk', it was a fact. The host had now lost his usefulness, and after a quick snapping sound she just tossed his limp body at the nearest guard. Plus, Sienna had had the right idea. While the redhead would rather avoid killing them as they had just been doing their guarding job, she still had no qualms about crippling them. Another first tier of Telekinesis (coupled with Augment I this time) to lift the now 3 used bullets that now lied across the room, plus any fragments of reasonably matching size, and then the usual: spin, propel and shoot, making them zigzag within the office space shooting the legs and hands of anyone present except for herself and her friend - starting with Mr. Legshooter.
More than a thanks would have been nice. Maybe a cup of coffee, or some form of sugar. Either would have been great right then as Sayvahn winced. “Just hurry.” Sayvahn muttered, focusing his energy but the spell was already fading. Did Amon want him to cast another one? Sayvahn would rather avoid it, but they didn’t have much of a choice if they were being bombarded. Sweat beaded on his brow, and Sayvahn swallowed, trying to keep the portal open. And then, light and screaming. The portal acted as a barrier, but not for sound. Holding his ear with his other hand, Sayvahn wavered slightly, the portal falling away a lot sooner than he would like. Though, he couldn’t help it as he too, staggered. Perhaps, at another time, he would have admired the dolls handiwork, except right then. Right then he leaned against the wall, clutching the side of his head that was still ringing. Maybe it was a form of revenge for the bomb earlier, but at least then, he had made sure Amon was behind him, and at a distance. This just hurt. Leaning his head against the wall, Sayvahn took in a deep breath. They were almost done, weren’t they? He didn’t know. With a push, he propelled himself off the wall, though, he did stagger. “You… you need to learn how to work with living people.” Sayvahn spat, grabbing onto Amon’s human arm for balance. “Let just... borrow that until my body stops tilting."” The older feline stated, wondering if he should use health, but was this a good reason to? God, he couldn't tell. The effects should wear off soon, right? Jeez. And he thought his bombs were bad.
"Yeah yeah yeah..." Amon replied as he held his head, feeling disorientated himself. "Sorry about that," he said as Sayvahn clung onto him, causing him to falter himself for a bit. "It was the quickest way to incapacitate them that I could think of. Though it has been a while since I last felt the effects, if I remember correctly, they should be wearing off soon," he explained as he shook his head. "I do appreciate the portal shield...took care of not only the bullets but the blinding effect as well..."
He looked towards the dolls and down the hallway, his head gradually becoming clearer. "Just in case though..." he muttered, clicking his metal fingers. At the order, two of the dolls moved on ahead, one to look down each of the branching hallways (left and right).
"When you're ready, we can move," he said, nodding towards the doll that went to the left.
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"What is going on?" the maid exclaimed, turning her gun towards the "guest," but movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention.
"W-Wha...What are you?!" she panicked, turning her gun to the slim figure down the hall, its blue eyes glowing in the darkness, moonlight reflecting off of its metallic parts.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Soon? Thank goodness. If they continued to waver like a couple of drunkards, they would not be living much longer. There was bound to be reinforcements— or something— that would probably kill them as they delved deeper into the mansion. Frankly, Sayvahn couldn’t remember why they were here in the first place. To rescue some girl he didn’t know, apparently? The specifics didn’t matter. It was time to rescue and get out. And again, the clicks. Maybe instead of Tin-Man, Sayvahn should call him Bat-man. With all his clicking, he could be some sort of bat or bird or something. Bird man could work too. Or bird brain. For some reason, though, those did not sound as appealing as Tin-Man. “Let’s go, then. Your round about way of thanks has given me new life.” Sayvahn muttered, though he still held onto Amon. “Grab one of the guns. I’m taking a knife.” Sayvahn muttered, bending down to remove a knife from one of the guard fellows. “We don’t know what’s coming up, and frankly, it’s better to be armed than not.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Jackson R. Willbert on Feb 16, 2017 7:19:11 GMT
The air was soon filled with the screams of rage, sorrow, and pain.
Mostly pain.
Just from the small movement from the room, Jackson barely noticed the flying projectiles, stopping to guard his face and body at the last second as the debris cut at his arms and legs. Good news was that he barely felt a thing. Bad news was that some of the debris damaged the hammer mechanisms on his guns, effectively rendering them useless. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he put his guns away and brandished a pair of knives in their place.
At least they never let him down.
It didn't take long for the other guards to feel the debris tearing at their arms and legs, though one of the guards had a small problem on his hands (er...feet).
"You dog!" cried out the guard originally aiming for Sienna, grunting through the pain as he aimed a kick at her stomach, then reaching down to tear her away from his companion, intending to use her as his own hostage.
As for the one who caught Clarence's body, he cried out in brief sorrow, before throwing the body aside to continue his rush to the beast who killed their master.
The third merely waited in small agony for Sienna to be removed before planning on continuing his own assault.
The flying debris served their purpose of maiming and slowing down the other guards, but was merely an annoyance for Jackson (the only one of the four not grunting in pain) as he quickly advanced towards Edel at a lower angle from the back.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 18, 2017 2:43:55 GMT
They had to start moving soon. Edelweiss wanted to properly check on Sienna's health and heal that coat of bruises she seemed to be blanketed in (plus her own knee, that still hurt like hell), but she couldn't concentrate properly on starting a Health spell when all her magic focus was centered into Telekinesis and using it to shoot bodyguards. One even tried to kick Sienna, maybe trying to make use of the fact he was left for last due to being more dangerously close to the dark-skinned girl (therefore turning trickier to not also hurt her more in the proccess), but so be it - she still had a few shots reserved for him anyway.
And then the Telekinesis cast ran out of time. And there was a pair of knives coming at her from the back, and she barely managed to dodge it in time. Actually, she realized, it might have nicked - if it's something really shallow she'd not even notice it while her body's sense of pain was already mostly focused into her leg and otherwise numbed down by the adrenaline.
No matter, even if it did it shouldn't be anything serious and she conjured an ice sword to parry and counter further blows. They really had to start moving though, and it had to be now. "Sie, we have to go... Try to stick closer to me."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 20, 2017 4:21:51 GMT
To put it simply, Lasair was confused. He didn’t quite know what to do, but he did know that the wife was on his side, a fact he was thankful for. Pushing her (gently) behind him, he took a few steps forward to the (now distracted) maid and grabbed the gun out of her hand in a swift motion. He didn’t quite know what to do with it, so he just hung onto it as he looked back to the wife, keeping the barrel pointed to the ground. “You’re welcome to come with me. I have a feeling things are going to get a little…heated around here soon.” He frowned as he said as much, faintly smelling smoke.
Picking a hallway, he decided to walk down it swiftly. Although truly he hadn’t the faintest clue where he should be right now.
Victoria wasn't surprised when her guest relieved the maid of her weapon. It was for the best. She was a bit surprised he'd shielded her though, not like he'd needed to, but the gesture was appreciated. When he gave her the option to split she hesitated and then shook hr head. "No, I wish to see this thing to the end. I made a promise to see you out, I am nothing if not a woman of my word." Besides, she wished to see the girl he'd been keeping her. She'd seen her once, in passing before all this. But her memory was fickle and save for her being dark and followed by a large pink bird she remembered so little.
Everything was moving so fast, all at once. But Sienna was focused solely on the guard she had held tightly. A harsh kick to her stomach made her cry out in muffled pain but she didn't let go. After everything Clarence had put her through his kick was next to nothing. Instead of letting go like she was sure he'd expected, she drew her knees in and then kicked out at his knees at just the right angle to send him to the ground. Just enough to escape. Her chomp victim gasped in relief as his heel was released. The enraged woman spit his blood back in his face when he lunged for her and she rolled to her knees, stumbling but moving forward to latch onto Edel once more. "Here!" She grunted, waiting for her to lead them out and away from this nightmare. She tried not to look at the body but her eyes did see it for a moment. It was enough. The man who had been torturing her, abusing her and subjecting her to such heinous things was gone. His limp form cast aside like trash. All those times she'd wished him dead, and now that he was she felt tears well up in her eyes, pooling over and running down her blood-stained cheeks. How she hated him for making her this way!
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