Souls Lost on Black Tides [WoD]

[RockstarRaccoon]

Jean stood passively as he rode the elevator, humming quietly to himself as he anticipated breakfast. He was starting to get hungry again, and the thought of food


*Ding!*


The elevator door opened, but before Jean could walk out, a group of interns ran by, screaming as if chased. Intrigued, Jean poked his head out to glance at what they were running from. A pair of monstrous apparitions were flying through the air down the hallway, the long teeth of their shark heads bared and gnashing, massively long claws coming from tiny shriveled hands, their bodies ragged, like a cloak that fell to shreds behind them as they levitated at a speed which would run down most men...


Jean mentally kicked himself for leaving his radio in his room.


He glanced down at his clothing: already soaked in drying blood from before. Already in need of a tailor....


...A bit more would be absolutely fine!


With a smirk, he threw himself out of the elevator, shedding his overcoat and drawing his axe as his face elongated and he bore his true fangs, craning his head back and letting out his own monstrous roar of delight before he charged head on into the creatures which had made the mistake of coming into HIS keep...

 

[NovaPheonix]

• Arena
• Manor Office
• Manor Hallway

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  @Trickster Queen
  
  
  He thought he could shackle the frenzying beast at its most powerful. It only held him for a few seconds, as the man's frenzied mind. The order from Eidolon was unheard, and even as psychic shock shot through his body...the beast did not stop. He only faltered for another moment as he tried to recover once more from the shock. The psychic chains shattered from the might of the thing's frenzied mind. It had a hunger that gave it the will to escape. This drained some of the energy from his opponent, but it still left him standing. On the other hand, Sword was quickly running out of energy...and his plan of siphoning some of Xanthus' blood to fuel himself had been prevented by his shielding. The beast continued to try to fight him even if the fight didn't need to continue. It didn't even speak, it just roared and growled in primal anger.
  
  
  
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  @Sigyn
  
  
  Orfeo slid with liquid grace across the floor in a blur. He moved instantly beside her and placed his hand on her shoulder, hoping she didn't notice how fast he had just moved. He spoke to her firmly, "Please, don't go out there...it's too dangerous." Protecting her was his main priority now, and his voice wavered just slightly enough for it to show through his normally uptight demeanor.
  
  
  He didn't grip her hard enough to hold her in place, but he was ready to tense his muscles and hold her back if she resisted. He was careful with her, treating her like a delicate flower as he simply tried to change her mind. He paid no mind to the fact that she had taken an oath as a doctor, he simply wanted her at his side. That was his priority.
  
  
  Both of them hear a loud beastly roar come from outside down the hallway. Orfeo tried not to show his emotions, but inside, he was mentally frustrated.
  
  
  "Oh shit! I think they took out Jean!" came from the radio.
  
  
  If Orfeo's heart was still beating, it would have stopped just then. His hand held unto Naomi's shoulder just a bit tighter. He struggled not to break her arm from the shear stress that he felt, but he was an expert at controlling himself.
  
  
  
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  @RockstarRaccoon
  
  
  The screaming interns ran past Jean with newfound hope, knowing that he would defeat them. They watched on in horror. The ghosts designed for murder swirled around in a furious pattern. The two Shades smelled of sea water, as if they had risen from the deep soley to kill. They swam in the air, circling around Jean like sharks drawn to blood as he moved his axe out from his back for the second time in the day. In a moment where he was still preparing, they both struck simultaneously in a coordinated pattern. Thier claws tore through the air, screeching as they flew at him with reckless abandon and no regard for defense. They were both much faster than the man with the huge axe, and their claws tore at both the soul and the flesh at once. The old ancient ghosts were boney and wore tattered clothes. Thier sharp claws extended and they both swooped toward the monster hunter. One struck across his chest with a clean sweep of its claw, drawing blood. The other one swooped upward as its partner moved downwards, slicing quickly at his upper arm in a ravenous arc. The claw ripped through just the right spot, and there was a loud tearing of flesh and bone that echoed through the hall. In an instant, the others in the hallway were shocked to see Jean's arm separate from his body and land on the ground in a bloody mess. A pool of blood poured out all over the floor soon afterwards, leaving Jean left with only the arm that held his axe. The specters circled back around him, knowing that he would be dead soon as they proceeded to leave him behind and turn their backs to him while they chased the bystanders nearby. The occultists fled in panic, screaming and tripping over their own feet as fear overtook them.
  
  
  "Oh shit! I think they took out Jean!"
  
  
  
  
  
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[RockstarRaccoon]

Jean could easily ignore the claws scraping against his chest and shoulder, doing away with the last of his shirt, but let out a roaring snarl of agony as he felt the other one's claws stab right through his upper right arm, where they managed to tear away the rest of it. Blood poured out of the open wound, but it didn't stop his motion as his axe sailed through the air...


He stuck out to shove the one on his right away from him as the axe tore through the one in front of him, rendering it nothing but a cloud of annihilated corpus and essence. His claws sunk into the floor around the remains of what had been perfectly good shoes, as he turned on the one he'd now pinned against the wall, letting out another roar of fury as he turned on it, readying his axe once again as the bleeding wound sealed itself shut...


-- Round 2 --


Jean let the axe drop in his grip, holding it behind the blade like some sort of chakram, staring it straight in what passed for its eyes as his fist came forward. He punched the blade into the demon vertically, the point of it sinking first into the neck, he rest of it just sliding through until the entire blade was wedged into the wall. Jean snarled angrily, yanking back out, repeating the gesture to let out his raw aggression, blood pouring out of the feasting blade and spattering everywhere until the demon was nothing but pieces of confetti strewn on the wall.


Jean finally stepped away from the wall, breathing hard and angrily....


Silence....


He was alone...


...Victorious.


Jean took a deep breath, leaned his head back, and let out another, triumphant roar, which shook the entire building, causing old dust to fall from the ceiling. He relaxed his shoulders, letting the calm wash over him.


He regained his footing, and his head shot from right to left, scanning the empty hallway around the place he'd created a sizable mess. He turned to the chunky heap where he'd killed the first one, dropping the blade into it, sinking it down to the floor and letting it feed, handle sticking up for when he wanted to grab it another time. He leaned down briefly to grab his severed arm, tucking it under the remaining one with annoyance as he plodded slowly over to a radio one of the interns had dropped. He bent down and picked it up in his massive hand, bringing it to his face and pushing the button in with a claw before rumbling into it...


"Threat Neutralized." He glanced back at the piles of death where he'd left the axe, "I need breakfast now." He looked down at the arm under his shoulder, "Oh, and someone to sew my arm back on..."


He let out a sign as he let the radio drop, sulking as he looked around him....


His right arm had been torn off....


...Again....


He let out a rumbling sigh of discontent, Typical Monday...


(( 4/5 Beats for annihilating Shades. Axe has 10/10 Essense ))


(( One Arm [Persistent Condition]: Double time to perform manual tasks. Attempts to do task quickly are at -3. Resolved when damage [5 Agg] is healed. ))

 

[Xistund]

Robbert looked around with his death eyes to see if there was any weakness in the cell, he might be able to break out on his own. There seemed to no weakness in the room. He would have to borrow someone else's body.


"Hey Guards, Wanna see a trick?!" He called out to draw their attention, and they came into his padded room guns ready. He slipped out of his body, now as a ghost, his body slumped down dead, and he could move around a little more freely. He looked at his three guards, he was not sure if he should be insulted or not. After all, he escaped the afterlife...this would-be prison would be no trouble at all. He decided to take over the biggest one since he seemed like the hardest to take down. He moved into the man's body to possess him. It was a bit of a struggle, but he won the fight over the man's body. Now just to take out the other two quickly and get himself out of here.


He had a gun and he had a man's body in his grasps now to use them. Moving the man's gun arm to point at the man. He suddenly flashed back to when Darrin started showing him how to use the new guns on the beach. A long winded explanation that most of it went over his head but once he was given the gun to try out, the grip and the trigger where something he knew by heart. After so many years a gun was still a gun. He aimed the gun and started firing the man's strong body able to hold off the recoil that would affect lesser beings as he went full auto into both the men, the rapid fire stronger than anything he had back in his day. How he wish he could take one of these bad boys back to when he was the Shark Feeder, he would not have to resort to having such nasty rumors spread about him having an army of sharks at his beck and call. The bullets hit the men, making blood flying as it tore through flesh like a Man-of-war firing on a smaller vessel.


After killing the two others, he could hear other guards rushing to his cell. He had to make it over to his body now before this turns into a huge fight. He moved over to his body. The man's body started to put up a resistance as he started to walk. He was a bit janky but he made it to his corpse. He just needed to get the keys and unlock himself out. His hand froze, fuck the stupid fucker was starting to really fight back. He could feel the soul's desperate will to stop him... What to do, what to do...

 

[NovaPheonix]

@Xistund


The five other men moved towards the two dead bodies. Jeff and Steve, dead. They yelled at Shield, but he didn't seem to respond at all. He stood there, standing in front of Robbert's corpse. "What's he doing?!"


"I dunno, go get one of those weirdos upstairs. We'll make sure he doesn't do anything funny." the four remaining men trained their guns on him. "Shield, what the fuck are you doing?" they approached him carefully, knowing how powerful he was.


The large man continued to stand motionless as the others approached him. He was furiously battling in his mind, but he seemed to be in a coma to the others. "The hell?" one of them got in front of his face and saw his blanked out eyes. The backup guards had rifles, but they didn't dare to fire them at shield. Three of them were men, and the other two were women. They were clothed in black police-style uniforms with red badges that marked them as members of the Ordo Dracul. They waited for the occultists to arrive nervously.

 

[Trickster Queen]

Eidolon felt another piece of himself get torn away when the beast broke free, it wasn't that he was being harmed but his will to fight was being slowly diminished until it became apparent that he'd need to use everything he could to bring the beast down. "Look at you, what a prime example of how hideous your kind truly is..." Another psychic chain appeared from a small spacial ripple in the air, stabbing through the hulking body of Sword, right through his shoulder as it touched down into the coins below, sinking deep. "..Vampires, what an ugly bunch of creatures - they try their best to act prim and proper but all they really are behind their facades are blood hungry beasts looking to devour this world to stay within it as long as they can." Another chain followed, piercing through the opposite shoulder and into the coins as well, a similar space ripple being where it emerged.


"How bitter the very first of your kind must have been, forever whining about his loneliness in a world that could never accept him, devoid of any love beyond that of which he created through the development of his generations. False love which would never prosper beyond that - a fate befit for something so harmful to Humans, treated as livestock and prey." Two more criss-crossed through the stomach of the beast, locking down it's movement even further before four pierced the legs, two at the thighs and the other two through the calves. "Even you are just a vessel of his loneliness, attempting to grasp at any string of freedom you can. It's no wonder there are hunters out in this world, I can only imagine what they'd do to your kind."


Finally once more Eidolon rose his hands and wrapped two chains totally off to ten chains binding the beasts body psionicly but rather than completely holding him down they acted as internal damagers which would produce shockwaves of the energy all throughout his system again. "I won't repeat myself any longer, give up - Mongrel."

 

[NovaPheonix]

@Trickster Queen


The writhing beast slowly started to shake and tremble as his body convulsed. After a solid minute of shocking psychic pain, Sword eventually relented with an angered growl as his body stopped responding. Sword began to fade out of view, his body evaporating as the duel concluded. With this technical knockout, the space created by Xanthus' magic started to fade away. Coins faded out with a clinking sound, and the roar of the dragon faded away into an ephemeral echo as Xanthus awoke from his trance.


When his eyes opened he would find that he was in a completely different place. That would explain why the space he created was moving and shifting the whole time...it was because he was being moved while in the trance state. His bare hand was shackled to a set of bars, and his coat, gloves, and glasses were removed from his person. He was stripped bare of anything besides his underclothes, including his precious pistols. Behind him was a simple jail room with a bed and a cot. The walls were thick and reinforced, but beyond that they were grey and featureless. The next shock would come with the sound of screaming and...gunfire?


Through the bars, Xanthus would see a massive, broad shouldered, brown haired man down the hall wheel around and shoot a hail of bullets towards two other men. Blood and screams blasted outward through the place and five other guards came running down to confront him. Xanthus would then see another man running back down the hall, without even noticing that the prisoner was awake, while he went to get help.


Bloodshed, a possible breakout...? Was he really just captured? That didn't even matter, what was important now was that this huge man seemed intent on causing a massacre. Maybe this guy would even be a useful tool to him. Where was Sword? He would also have to be nearby if the spell never canceled out due to the distance between them. In the chaos, the mage would have to find a way to escape. It was time to seek a way out.


(( Xanthus Willpower: +1, goes to 2. ))

 

[Sigyn]

@NovaPheonix @RockstarRaccoon


How-?!


This was getting weirder and weirder every second. First the wails, talk of ghosts, and… what she thought was a roar of some sorts, then this?! This was the worst time for all of this to go on, and she paused for a moment to take un his words, though there was a definite hint of fear, and confusion in her eyes. “How did you-?” Her words, however, were cut off by the radio chatter coming from Jean, and she had to put on her game face, especially since she knew just how serious an amputation can be. She knew exactly what she had to do, and nothing was going to stop her. She jerked her arm away from Orfeo, and stared directly at him for a brief moment, almost like she was going to stay. Her eyes were soft, and she brought a hand up towards him-


Only to grab the radio from him and start moving away.


“This is my job, Orfeo, I’m not leaving anyone to die if I can help them!”


She had to close the door quickly, and even thought for a brief moment to bar it, but she didn’t. It was too much time, and an arm was only viable for reattachment for a couple hours… and that was if it was on ice. Once cell death started, there would be no reattachment. Finally bringing the radio to her mouth to speak, she took command.


“This is Doctor Naomi 'Bones' Kuroshima. Jean, where are you? I have a med kit with me, and should be able to reattach your arm.”


If only her feet could carry her faster, then she wouldn’t have to worry about all of this again-

 

[Xistund]

@Trickster Queen


Robbert smiled as he unlocked his body from the chains. Now he just needed to jump back in his body and take care of things without having this dog fighting him every step of the way. But there was one thing to do before that, "Sorry buddy, dead men tell no tales. Don't want word on how I escaped leaking out." He said and put the uzi to his head. He had a few shots left. It was time to use them. He pulled the trigger killing the man he was in. His body fell to the floor leaving the ghost floating over the corpse. "If you come back to haunt me, I'll have no hard feelings." He said as he moved back into his body. Getting up, he started to run to the other dead guards firearms. He got up and rushed to the guns. He grabbed the gun and fired trying to mow them down like the last two. The bullets didn't get the killing shots like he would have wanted. His own body was not used to shooting these new guns like the other man was. Fuck! Wish he had a good flintlock now, he prepared to be fired back upon. He was not disappointed. The guards, still standing from his gunfire, shot upon him and riddling him with bullets. If he was not already just a corpse the bullets would have been more than just an annoyance. He smiled a bit and cracked his neck.

 

[RockstarRaccoon]

(( With help from @Sigyn ))


Jean was looking at his severed arm with annoyance, letting it flop back and fourth in his grip, when the radio piped up. He picked it up as Naomi finished speaking, answering honestly, "In ze hallway, behind ze Library." Oh good, Naomi would help, she was a doctor, after all. He kicked his shoes off, looking over at the remains of his clothing. He looked down at himself. His eyes widened as his brain suddenly put together the fact that Naomi wasn't supposed to know about any of this at all, because Orfeo wanted to break it to her "gently", and ohh... This would not be gentle at all.....


He quickly pulled the radio back out frantically saying, "Oh, no, wait, Naomi, you should not come here. because... uh... Zere is blood! Yes, lots of blood, it iz everywhere, and it iz very gross, yes!"


Naomi's voice crackled through again, this time sounding a like she was running, "Jean, you realise I'm a doctor, right? Blood does not scare me. If it did, I would be a very bad doctor."


Jean looked back and fourth, becoming a bit frantic, "um... Yes... Of course... Um... But zere are also ghosts here! Yes! And zey are very spooky! Yes, you should stay where zere aren't spooky ghosts!"


"Ghosts don't exist, Jean. That's just stuff from scary movies. Besides... didn't you say the threat was neutralized? Doesn't that mean they're gone, if there were ghosts?"


Ohh... She had a good point there... He looked over at the slowly unraveling pieces of what had once been very spooky ghosts indeed, "Yes, but these are dead ghosts, and they are in pieces everywhere, and it is still very spooky!"


"Wouldn't they dissipate because they're not real?"


"Ah... Uh... Yes... But... Um..." He looked around more, seeing the shredded clothing spread around, suddenly getting a brilliant idea and exclaiming into he radio, "I am naked! Yes! You should not come because I am not wearing any clothing!!"


"....." A slight pause. Yes! He had thrown her a curve-ball! But alas, no avail, "Your arm is severed, and you're worried about clothing...? Jean, priorities! I don't care about your state of dress!" The voice was a lot closer now, possibly just down the hall, or around the corner.


"Oh shit oh shit oh shit" Jean muttered to himself, looking around frantically. He tried to hide behind a potted plant, his hulking form completely dwarfing the little tree. No! Stupid! He looked down at himself again, the mythical body he was about to be forced to explain, and finally just screamed into the radio, "YOU CANNOT COME BECAUSE THERE IS A BIG SCARY DRAGON!!!" ...just as she was turning the corner.


"DRAGONS DON'T EXI-Oh.". Naomi really didn't get to finish that thought, because in that moment she was brought face to face with a creature that did, in fact, exist.


Standing in the hallway, holding a radio in its remaining hand, was an 8 foot tall, slender red dragon, complete with little talons on its one remaining arm as it clutched the radio, a long muzzle filled with straight, sharp teeth, and a long, curling tail. It's scales were vibrant, like flowing blood, as if painted on by some artist, with orange folds of leathery flesh running down his underside, and a trail spiked ridges the color of dried blood running along his spine, from the back of his head to the end of his tail, which ended in a flare which looked like a spear. Two reptilian eyes, glowing like red embers, stared in shock at her as its hand/paw trembled around the little radio. He'd probably look magnificent if he wasn't covered in blood and pieces of shred clothing, and if his right arm wasn't lying on the ground. Most notably though, this wasn't just any dragon: she RECOGNIZED this dragon. It was the EXACT SAME DRAGON depicted in the stained glass of the front hall of the manor, carved into the doors of the Library, the one depicted on the statues outside... The logo of the very organization which was Orfeo supposedly in charge of, come to life in front of her.

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Jean stared wide-eyed, drawing a blank for a moment before bringing the radio back to his muzzle and yelling, "PAY NO ATTENTION TO ZE BIG RED DRAGON IN ZE HALLWAY. HE IS A GOOD DRAGON WHO STAYS OUT OF SIGHT AND DOESN'T BREAK ZE MASQUERADE!" He pulled the potted plant in front of himself again, but it just fell over, looking even sadder.


He stood there for a moment, staring at her as if somehow expecting any of that to work, before finally just dropping his radio, the battery popping out as it hit the floor next to his massive, taloned feet, and holding his hand up, slowly and pleadingly, "Um... Please, do not... Scream?"

 

[NovaPheonix]

- Session 1: Hunters are made to Hunt-


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[Morgy]

Session 2, Scene 1: Typical Monday


Lupus calmly looked over the situation when a normal man would look on in horror, he studied the 2 werewolves meticulously. 'Ok there not in a fury, thank god but when we got this is going to turn into a slaughter fest. Not good.' From Lupuses perspective it looked as if he Forsaken had approached them then the Pure seemed to barge in for an attack. The pure.. of course they would try to pull something like this on the Forsaken, they always had trouble containing their hatred..


"Yuzuki listen to me carefully. Those are Werewolves and if you shoot them there's a very big chance we are all going to die... So please whatever you do DONT SHOOT!" Lupus said in a serious voice. "I've dealt with this before and iv'e seen many good men die trying to stop a fight much like this, and with me in this state I cant help you fight.." Not that he would anyway, fighting a a werewolf in garou form would be suicide...


Lupus hit speed dial and wrung up the ambassador for the pure he had met, Bill Pines. "Yes Hello Bill? Yes this is Lupus, oh im just fine really except that one of your pack mates is currently fighting to the death in front of me! Explain and get over here now, this cant be found out about..." Lupus said in a rather old tone before turning his attention back to the werewolves. "Brothers stop this fighting! We can still have a chance to settle this peacefully~" Lupus pleaded with them hoping his words would get through to them.

 

[Umbrie]

Madison, as her current Alias she went by, typed some text that her smart phone read aloud for her. as she typed, she held eye contact with the pure. the smart phone reading her words aloud, "if your superiors hear about this incident, it might not look pleasant on your end."


she had a point. there was a sense of order that had to be maintained, on both sides. 1 little disruption could spell a huge conflict, but this text that was being read aloud by her Samsung Galaxy. served as the carrier for an interjection of rational thought. she seemed to trigger thoughts into the pure's mind rather easily with a bit of extra effort applied in an emergency. amplified by the deep blue contacts she wore in her eyes. she seemed to be passing off the appearance of innocence and inexperience.


it seemed the intended thought she had hoped for was coming into fruition, to keep the pure at bay long enough for the negotiation to take place 'if i attacked these people in blind rage, it would stain my reputation with my superiors, maybe i should abstain from conflict and in the long run, avoid a punishment from my superiors for something not worthy of the effort.' or something along those lines would be projected into the pure's mind in an alternate wording easiest for him to understand, as if he had the afterthought himself, something that hinted both at exploiting his apparent arrogance and at the same time, making him hesitate long enough to stop the conflict, keeping him at bay long enough to actually allow negotiations to take place.


the small woman gave her smile. it was a rather innocent smile that served to hide the fact she had done something to either halt or delay the conflict. funny thing, she used the pure's mind as a place to implant the thought, and having been trained at the police academy or so she passed herself, seemed to know a bit about behavioral profiling, which helped her set up the thought.

 

[Zayuz]

..Saede wasn't getting them something to eat. Hunger was just a thing that she'd have to figure out on her own. Assuming angels that didn't have amnesia had to figure that out. ..She herself did. It was pretty embarrassing at the time. After wasting a good five minutes standing in the kitchen and reflecting grimly on the day's events, she gets up from leaning on the luxurious kitchen chair and makes her way to the garage where she had stored her motorbike. ..She only just noticed the blood on the side of it, and with a sigh she wiped it off; checking for more and finding none to her relief. Saede mounts the vehicle, starting it and turning out of the garage. Not bothering to shut it behind her, she takes off into the streets in her more casual clothes.


..Time passed, but the girl didn't keep track of how long she drove for. She lost herself in the daylight reflections of people and places.. traffic and lights. Saede went nowhere in particular, and yet she found her way. It seemed like hours, but of that she could be unsure. At one point the gas in her ride started to run low, so she stopped and refueled.. But also got herself a starbucks. Because damn, that stuff was good. Nobody looked at her oddly, (aside a few guys that checked her out at one point) and it almost seemed like the morning's events had never came to pass at all.. Yet she knew they had. They occupied her thoughts. ..Did her life even matter if she was created by angels..? She wasn't a real person.. Were her parents fake too? Maybe that's why they were never around.. School seemed to matter less.. And the life of Melody all the more.


She eventually grew tired of wandering in circles, and decided to take a risk and return to the school. The sun at this time had moved to the peak of the sky, and she passed into the college parking lot for the second time that day. ..After all, there was still a mystery to solve. This time Saede had no katana, but she came armed with a knowledge she had not previously possessed as she traveled the path from the parking lot to the doors.. Hopefully this place wouldn't be on lockdown.. Maybe she could convince an angel she belonged.

 

[Sigyn]

Her mind was blank. Completely blank at what her eyes were seeing. There was no way… That was a statue, right…? It had to be a statue. It must be! But… statues don’t move, and don’t put potted plants in front of them, let alone knock them down. The word was on the tip of her tongue, but there was really no way to rationalize this.


No, she was strong willed. Blood didn’t make her sick. Organs, disembowelment, and amputations? Those were routine to her. This however, was not. All she did was stand there in a panicked daze, not at all able to figure out how to process any of it.


Jean… was a dragon. She was unable to deny this fact now, especially as she stared right at the severed arm. This was undeniable, but she didn’t scream. She couldn’t. There was no way her shaking body could produce any sound at all, even if she tried. Nothing could’ve prepared her for this, and she didn’t have the time to process that this was even a possibility, though with all the little things Orfeo had done… It really should’ve been.


She felt sick… lightheaded as she tried hard to process this in any rational way she could, yet nothing came to mind. Everything was getting so much worse and eventually the pieces finally fell.


The radio clattered to the ground…


As she fell as well.


At the very least, she didn’t scream… but there was no way she was going to reattach that arm anytime soon.

 

[NovaPheonix]

• Yuzuki's Apartment
• Bill
• Black Bay College

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  Aatto reacted first, he pulled out his radio from his side pocket while he was being tackled. He was quite nimble and fast, being slim and slippery enough to slide away from the stronger man's grip. "R-requesting backup, officer down!" He then spoke the address of the place they were in, a small apartment that was actually fairly close to the police station. It wouldn't take long at all. "Your friends can't help you!" The pure screamed at him, but Aatto seemed perfectly calm. "And you have nothing to do with this!" He screamed up towards Lupus as well, clearly starting to become less rational as he prepared to swipe down at Aatto. However, he hesitated for enough time that Aatto was able to react first. He slid underneath the man and made a pistol shape with his fingers. Energy visibly started to gather into his fingers from the surrounding air while the man now on top of him was helpless and dumbfounded.
  
  
  There was a large blasting sound as a huge burst of blue energy shot into the pure from underneath him. Aatto followed this up by rolling and escaping the man's hold while his opponent flew into the ceiling with a CRASH and then fell back unto the floor with a hard CRACK!
  
  
  "S-s-sorry...I'll pay for that." He turned to Yuzuki while moved into a standing position in one motion and pointed his glowing finger back towards the man who was now on the ground and struggling to get up. He had a huge mark across his chest and back now from the impact of the spiritual attack and the ceiling "I-i was trying to...h-h-hit him with everything I c-c-could...not e-ex-eactly easy to c-control."
  
  
  
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  "What? where are you, Lupus? I didn't hear anything about this! Last I heard the pure weren't even a pack anymore besides Ignizko...are they trying to reform and cause trouble without telling me? Great...Listen, just do what you can and I'll make my way over. Just tell me where you are."
  
  
  
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  @Zayuz
  
  
  The school was actually fairly active since most of the students were moving around to get lunch by this point and on top of that the afternoon classes were still starting. Saede wouldn't spot any policemen, guards, or other obvious looking figures like that around the school besides the normal campus police. It was more clear to her now that the Angels could blend in and become anybody they wanted by this point, but maybe it would be possible for her to do the same thing? They could become nurses, janitors, and take any job they wanted. The best thing for saede to do would probably find some way to get a new body in the same way they did. For the moment though, she had to fulfil her role as a schoolgirl. The only clues she had about this whole investigation still laid on the roof and the mysterious portal room. She had to figure out why that boy was murdered, and fast. Maybe he was a demon too? Maybe the angels assassinated him? No, these weren't facts...just guesses at the truth.
  
  
  

 

[ValkyrieRose]

"My... ceiling...." Yuzuki said as she looked at the incident that just occurred... the man had pulled out a finger gun and blasted the psychopathic one... ugh, she hated fighting against things she couldn't fight against. If she fired she was dead? What kind of overpowered bullshit was that? It seemed like the fighting was already escalating. This place was a deathtrap... she needed to get out of here. She trusted Lupus but she doubted anything was going to get done in the time it took to deal with this. Even if he was calling for help... would they even be alive by the time they arrived?


She needed... something. She ducked into the kitchen, gathering some material... she didn't have much... she began to work but nothing was ready given the little time she had prepared. She takes a slow, steady breath, trying to focus... she wasn't focusing! She pulled out her phone, texting her dad, "Werewolves attacking house. might die. love ya."

 

[Morgy]

"Yuzuki what are you? Never mind.." Lupus said as Yuzuki ran into the kitchen. Reverting his gaze back to the scene with a meticulous eye as bill spoke to him, he didn't want things to get out of hand or else well,Yuzuki's apartment might get painted a fresh coat of red. Lupus quickly told Bill the address to the apartment only to look and see the pure get shot at by some finger pistol from the Forsaken. Lupus flinched slightly when he saw the pure hit the ceiling then the floor... "Oooh.. that's gotta hurt..., Well there goes my peace talks Bill, I would recommend getting here promptly, the pure is trying to kill a forsaken and now their going to have around of fisticuffs in this apartment... Wunderbar, as Audric would say... Anyway i'm just gonna, yeah sit tight i guess, last time a werewolf went into a fury it was a bloodbath..." Lupus said and slowly backing up his wheelchair to further distance himself from the rising pure. "I'm no fan of fighting but in this case there doesn't seem to be many options... i wish you luck brother..." Lupus said towards the Forsaken in an even tone, choosing to watch from afar to see if the Pure would go rampant. Lupus gripped his cane in frustration,almost choosing to withdraw the hidden blade and fight, his blood getting hot, 'If only i wasn't in this damn wheelchair i could do more... DAMN IT!' Lupus thought to himself as he clutched his phone a bit tighter, listening to Bill's response.

 

[NovaPheonix]

@Morgy


"Which one is it?" Bill spoke quickly into the phone. He had a strong, deep, sort of very husky manly voice that made it obvious that he was the kind of self-assertive person red-blooded who would own a gun shop. "I know it's not Ignizko, but there's a whole pack of them. Lupus, figure out who we're dealing with here. Is it the whole pack, is there anyone else? They don't often hunt alone." Lupus would pick up on the sound of the loud truck engine reverberating in the background as Bill went for his car.

 

[Morgy]

"No there's only one pure and the other is a Forsaken, the pure tall has medium length blonde hair, and he may of may not be going into a fury after that blow... crap.." Lupus gritted his teeth slightly, the sound of Bill's car brought him some comfort, at least help was on the way.


Lupus mentally kicked himself, he knew that werewolves hunted in a pack, they always did but he let his guard down only seeing one, there might be others around the apartment complex searching for the same prey, and this pure had gotten the lucky catch... "Yuzuki.... guests..." Lupus said out loud addressing the 2 other strangers and his fellow hunter. "A wolf rarely hunts alone.... there might be more..." A clear sheen of sweat could be seen across Lupus half naked body. A slight look of worry plastered across his face. One pure? Sure that couldn't be too bad with enough people. A whole pack of pure? Well at that point Lupus questioned if there was even a chance of survival. "Pure, bill is on his way.... i suggest you rethink your actions now..." Lupus said making one last attempt to control the situation.

 

[RockstarRaccoon]

((Jean drops to 1 Breath))


Jean blinked, stepping closer and raising himself up a little to look at her, "Um... Doctor Kuroshima?" Oh... She wasn't waking up soon...


He sighed, sitting down on the floor near her, back against the wall, and picked up his arm forlornly, holding it back up to the place where it had been severed, trying to line up the bone where it had been torn apart. Since no one else seemed to be taking his severed arm seriously, he'd just have to deal with it himself...


Once again, Typical Monday...


He reached out with his tail to grab the medical kit, pulling it over to himself and opening it up. Ok, lessee... Gonna need needle... thread... bandages... tournequit... Ok... He set the other things aside: no need for medicine or antiseptic. Just good old fashioned patchwork. He took a few tries to thread the tiny needle with just an arm and a tail, but managed it quickly enough. He got his arm as best aligned as one can do when performing reattachment on ones'self, and braced himself against the wall and the floor to get the arm held into position while he used the tourniquet to tie it in place, then took the needle and held it to the open flesh, wincing as he slowly and sloppily managed to sew it back into place... It was arduous: it had been much more a tear than a clean cut, and had left his skin is huge tatters. The bone wasn't going to be an easy mend either. Even without a serious medical background, he knew this was going to take a bit more than some bandages and cauterizing, but that was all he had to work with at the moment.


He felt the heat of the fire within him at work on the arm, trying to mend his form back into the image it was intended to be, slowly restoring the connections while he worked, quickly making the whole ordeal even more painful, but eventually, he got the scaly skin to hold together enough that his arm wasn't about to fall off again. He took the bandages and proceeded to wrap all of this back into place, laying down the loose-hanging flaps of flesh which hadn't been sewn back into place, and eventually, it started looking like a complete arm again. He leaned back against the wall, letting out a rumbling sigh of annoyance, feeling the fresh blood move through the dying arm... Faded scales were actually flaking off of it: he'd taken so long that the arm had already started to die... He sat there for a moment, breathing hard as he just let his body re-acclimate to the newly attached arm......


...He glanced over at Naomi, still lying on the ground. His eyes narrowed as his temperament began to worsen...


Stupid girl just had to stick his arm back on, then she could sleep all she wanted... It shouldn't even have been hard for a goddamn doctor, but here she was, lying on the floor: useless! What, did she really think a one-armed dragon was that scary? Big fucking deal! It's not like having his ARM RIPPED-OFF didn't hurt like hell!!


...His stomach grumbled....


....He had yet to eat breakfast, and the fighting and healing had really taken alot out of him.....


.....And Naomi was just... lying there......


......She looked... Appetizing.......


.......What would a little nibble hurt?


The dragon opened his mouth, saliva dripping form his long fangs, which were set at the front of a long, straight row of razor-sharp teeth.........


After all... What would a little nibble hurt...?

 

[NovaPheonix]

@Morgy


The pure on the ground growled and as Lupus started to wheel away, he could see fur start to build around the man's skin as he shifted very quickly. The beast wheeled around, now suddenly covered in orange-red colored fur, his clothes torn apart. He grew to an enormous size, at least 9 feet tall with massive muscles. He lunged at Aatto furiously and without remorse with massive claws that jutted from his hands. The claws connected with a harsh swipe and blood dripped onto the floor while the pure roared in victory. Aatto stumbled backward just from the shock of the brutal attack and considered his options carefully. He moved backward quickly enough to avoid the majority of the damage, but he was still currently bleeding with a massive gash running across his torn shirt. The rage within the werewolf overwhelmed the feeling of nervousness that had been implanted into him. He never cared what his pack leader wanted, because he came here to settle this personally. However, after slashing he seemed to stop and consider for another moment as if he struggled with his actions. He certainly wasn't in a rage, but he did lash out toward his rival and transform into a full blown werewolf in the middle of this apartment.

 

[Umbrie]

the small girl wasn't stupid. but she did have a few daring moments. this would seem to be one of them. she wouldn't fight the immortal that was twice her height and decuple her body weight. she lacked the mass to survive a blow from the orange canine Gigas. her smart phone in her non dominant right hand as she typed. the text reading aloud for the mute. "you really need to watch your temper" the phone read aloud, carrying as a vessel that projected potent feelings of insecurity into the reckless pure.


the insecurities would carry hesitation masked under the very thing that was clouding the Giant's judgement, his anger. as if his anger were triggering insecurities that made him doubt himself further. she had to get out of her aggressive mindset and actually think of how she was going to defeat this strong but reckless giant. playing with it under its own terms amounted to suicide, so she had to make her own in a supportive role. claws would tatter the vest beneath her blazer, and well, both were vital.


in fact, she gave off the impression of being the shaken innocent bystander that appeared to be doing her best to peacefully resolve things. an iron knife wasn't going to do much, and she would need to return home to pick up a silver one from her personal collection. well, personal collection of authentic cutlery of various miscellaneous rare materials, some of which could have helped if she remembered to bring hem. well, she was still on the clock so she couldn't do that yet. best she could do is not fight.

 

[Zayuz]

..Well, classes were still on. In fact, it would seem about time for one of her own classes. Economics, of course. That's why she was here. ..Err... That's why her cover was here. She was still getting used to that. Figuring she had never been discovered before, Saede melts into the crowd, joining her colleagues in heading to her class. The girl took her seat about one quarter past the front, moving two seats in to reach her usual position. She finished her drink, leaving it on the floor beside her feet as she realized that she neglected to bring anything to class.. After all, she did not quite intend to end up here. It just kind of happened.


Students started to file in, each sitting where they always did.. After all, they were nearing the end of the semester. By now, everyone was predictable. ..This included Darrel. The guy two seats behind her. "Hey - Darrel. Mind if I borrow your textbook? I forgot all my stuff at home - Got my phone to write down notes on though." The classroom was just that - A classroom. There were hardly any decorations, perhaps the most exciting of which was a board on the wall made of cork with a bunch of tutoring ads. From the front where the teacher taught, all of the desks came on a slow angle upwards, giving each student a proper view of the front. They curved gently around it, leaving a layered C shape to be where the students sat. As far as desks went, these ones were quite nice. They were obviously recently washed, and they had an astonishingly low amount of graffiti on them. It seemed the teacher had not quite arrived yet, though the class was due to start in any moment.

 

[NovaPheonix]

• Black Bay College, Economics Classroom
• Yuzuki's Apartment

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  @Zayuz
  
  
  Darrel didn't hesitate for a moment as he quickly handed over his textbook. "No problem Saede." he didn't exactly smile, but there was a small hint of excitement in his voice. The teacher was noticeably late, at least to those who were waiting. It took a full extra minute before the students heard the door open. The teacher himself had very nondescript features, brown hair and grey eyes. He took a moment to place his large black bag down on the podium and pull out a silver colored laptop. It looked sleek and advanced, almost futuristic, but it didn't have a logo on the back of the monitor like most computers. "I'm going to take roll now, everyone please turn in their homework at the front as well." He slowly called each student's name and marked them into the system. Saede would be expected to call her name and turn in the assignment that she had no doubt completed...hopefully she completed it, at least.
  
  
  
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  @Morgy
  
  
  Another energy blast, this one noticeably smaller, rocketed into the front side of the Pure and sent him reeling back. The beast held it's ground, but was now noticeably more injured as smoke and burns came off of it's chest. Aatto held up his hand pistol shakily and huffed with a bit of exhaustion as the fight continued. He struggled to decide if he should shift and try to take this massive monster down before things got worse. He seemed to tank the spirit bullets as if they were simply a splash of water. He didn't carry any sort of silver weapon on him, but he knew that these attacks were more useful to him verses something like a mundane gun.
  
  
  Though, Aatto would soon be proven wrong as the wounds and burns started to heal with inhuman quickness. Aatto's shocked reaction forced him to consider that he might actually die in this moment, as he had never fought another werewolf in his life, and even if he did...he didn't remember it. The pure's flesh seared closed with a hissing sound as his furred body returned to the natural red coat, free of burns. He stood there, growling and huffing, as if considering his next move and suddenly feeling doubt creep into his mind. 'was this really a good idea? Maybe there was another way...the leader might get angry...' He was still in a somewhat rational mindset even as a wolf, and his massive bestial body hesitated there for a few moments.
  
  
  (( Garou Timer: 2, Pure regens all damage ))