Title: Metropolitan Blades
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Characters: Fang, Cristiana
Fang must post first, outlining a story on the following theme (feel free to get creative):
Setting: A dwelling in a part of the city that's usually busy
Backstory: The group crossed paths after approaching the scene of a disturbance (some or all characters).
Occurance: Lionelli gangsters attack.
Variable: Fang is vomiting blood.
Participants: 2
ARES: yes
Speed: medium
Chapter: no
Minimum Words Per Post: none
Maximum Words Per Post: none
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Metropolitan Blades [MM]
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Fang (DELETED 10463)
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Re: Metropolitan Blades [MM]
It was the middle of the night, the kind of night they show in the movie where you can hear the crow say: Never more. In the sky the moon is full and hiding a bit behind the cloud. A bit of myst crowl on the ground like a carpet. The people where in the safety of there home trying to not hear the scream of the wind on the window. No one was on the street ? Well almost nobody.
Something hapen in that street, there was a car on the side with a broken window and some bullet hole in the door. Some blood stain a brike wall. There was a shadow of a man sitting in the alley.
A few minute before Fang was hit by something, on the side that make I'm trow-up some blood.
- What the hell? Poison? Magic?
Trying to put his head together he grab his sword and start to find where it come from.
Something hapen in that street, there was a car on the side with a broken window and some bullet hole in the door. Some blood stain a brike wall. There was a shadow of a man sitting in the alley.
A few minute before Fang was hit by something, on the side that make I'm trow-up some blood.
- What the hell? Poison? Magic?
Trying to put his head together he grab his sword and start to find where it come from.
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Cristiana
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Re: Metropolitan Blades [MM]
It was one of those nights that prickled the skin on the back of your neck. The kind that when you looked down at your arm you realised the hairs were raised. That gut feeling lead to her packing her guns under the work blazer. On a night like this, she fidgeted in the office getting nothing productive done, instead she needed to walk, to leave and find out what this urging was, this calling to her. If Vaughn or Zwei were still in town, the calling would be to torment one of them. Maybe gut him like she did in the past then restuff his bits inside him. Things normal people would frown on.
She headed out and it didn't take long to see what the error was that called to her. She turned the corner of the bank where crowds normally hailed, yet this evening it was dead. If that were the right thing in her mind to say. It was the curiousity that begotten the better of the wench. She went looking, at the same time pulling guns out yet keeping them consealed in the confines of her outfit. When you were short, all sleeves were longer. It mattered little.
She came across the old Buick Skylark car. The dark color made the bullet hole on the side gleem standing out from the rest of the vehicle. The window had been busted out and glass on the ground and seat. So much it was hard to tell which direction the glass had broken from; kicked out from the inside or broken into. She crouched down seeing a figure down the alley. A movement brought her eyes to a second form heading into the alley. She watched as something shot into one and he started to puke blood.
Her violet orbs scanned the rooftops, the rusted and semi broken fire escape that looked like it could fall to the earth at any given time. Then she stared into the darkness that shrouded the man at the end of the alley, seeing two more figures in the shadows. It could be a trick of light but there did seem to be more than one down there. She raised her gun when the popping sound resonated and she felt the tinge of pain sear into her right hand. The gun faultered to her left, but she went deeper into the alley coming across the man that was vomiting blood. She laid a hand on him, pulling him into a shadow and at the same time concentrating to heal him. With hope, the divided attentions didn't break what she was doing, moving and healing him the same time. By the time she even touched the shadows, her own hand was almost healed even though one or someone had shot at her. She was a quick healer and they would have to do more damage then that!
"I'm Cristiana, btw. Hi" She looked at the man, "You look like you could use some aid, if you don't mind." With that she set off a round of bullets but since she didn't have a clear line of sight on the targets they went wild.
She headed out and it didn't take long to see what the error was that called to her. She turned the corner of the bank where crowds normally hailed, yet this evening it was dead. If that were the right thing in her mind to say. It was the curiousity that begotten the better of the wench. She went looking, at the same time pulling guns out yet keeping them consealed in the confines of her outfit. When you were short, all sleeves were longer. It mattered little.
She came across the old Buick Skylark car. The dark color made the bullet hole on the side gleem standing out from the rest of the vehicle. The window had been busted out and glass on the ground and seat. So much it was hard to tell which direction the glass had broken from; kicked out from the inside or broken into. She crouched down seeing a figure down the alley. A movement brought her eyes to a second form heading into the alley. She watched as something shot into one and he started to puke blood.
Her violet orbs scanned the rooftops, the rusted and semi broken fire escape that looked like it could fall to the earth at any given time. Then she stared into the darkness that shrouded the man at the end of the alley, seeing two more figures in the shadows. It could be a trick of light but there did seem to be more than one down there. She raised her gun when the popping sound resonated and she felt the tinge of pain sear into her right hand. The gun faultered to her left, but she went deeper into the alley coming across the man that was vomiting blood. She laid a hand on him, pulling him into a shadow and at the same time concentrating to heal him. With hope, the divided attentions didn't break what she was doing, moving and healing him the same time. By the time she even touched the shadows, her own hand was almost healed even though one or someone had shot at her. She was a quick healer and they would have to do more damage then that!
"I'm Cristiana, btw. Hi" She looked at the man, "You look like you could use some aid, if you don't mind." With that she set off a round of bullets but since she didn't have a clear line of sight on the targets they went wild.
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Fang (DELETED 10463)
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Re: Metropolitan Blades [MM]
The women came in front of him, he has been in the army for so long that he know it wasn her first fight. She pull him more inside the shadow. He help. She fire a gun shot ok its war time.
I dont know her but she look like shes on my side, good. The step getting closer to ous we need to do something fast. What that fealing? She touch me and that sensation ? Must be some kind of magic.
- yeah ! Help I can take. I'm Fang and someone shot my with somekind of poison bullet.
He reach the side of the alley and look. The sign on the jaket the way they walk, well well.
- how good are you with that gun miss? Because apparently the Lionelli are here for some fun.
He raise he mastered and prepare to strike. On his left theres a sergent symbol tattooed. His clooting is battle and you can see the form of a riffle under his jaket.
-I'll be you're wall you shoot I'll try to get the one in the back. Tell me if you see more of them.
I dont know her but she look like shes on my side, good. The step getting closer to ous we need to do something fast. What that fealing? She touch me and that sensation ? Must be some kind of magic.
- yeah ! Help I can take. I'm Fang and someone shot my with somekind of poison bullet.
He reach the side of the alley and look. The sign on the jaket the way they walk, well well.
- how good are you with that gun miss? Because apparently the Lionelli are here for some fun.
He raise he mastered and prepare to strike. On his left theres a sergent symbol tattooed. His clooting is battle and you can see the form of a riffle under his jaket.
-I'll be you're wall you shoot I'll try to get the one in the back. Tell me if you see more of them.
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Re: Metropolitan Blades [MM]
There was nothing like making a good impression. He asked how good she was with her weapon, in the shadow she seen the outline of a form. It was when her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness instead of the bright lights that came from outside the alleyway. She screwed the silencer onto her gun lifting her piece at shoulder legnth, with a pop she sent one body slumping onto the ground of the alley. The light from window shone showing the aim hit dead center of the womans forehead. She lay dead, blood oozing from the head shot. When she concentrated, she had a deadly shot (aka: DeadEye 2 Killer Line).
No sooner did the body slump and hit the ground did she hear a scream coming from the other end of alley. That scream had someone running down the alley and cradling the body. She tried harder to sense how many where there but she still only seen the few shadown outlines, she wasn't all powerful enough to see more.
It was when she was trying to provide cover as she pulled someone aside so they could not only reload, but also heal any injuries. She had been feeling strong when she left work, but all this healing was slowing wearing on her. There was somethings she could do on her own without concentrating, like healing herself unless the wounds were great! But healing others did take some concentration.
She looked to Fang, her mind reached out to his. "Can you mind speak, so we can talk and not give out our location to the enemy? I would hate to shoot you instead of one of these ... holligans!" Now she opted for the best thing she could, her words and thoughts rang out in the attempt to INSPIRE the young man. "I may be good with a gun, but you my dear look amazing holding that sword. I can see you clearly in my minds eye taking the three in the alleyway out. A man standing, a woman behind him and another man cradling the woman I just shot. That is all I can see, but you didn't really need my help after all? Did you? the questions weren't really a question, more inspirational to get him pumped up and help him focus in this mini war they seemed to be dragged into.
( OOC note: Casted to Fang - You use your gifts to inspire your target, making them temporarily stronger. )
No sooner did the body slump and hit the ground did she hear a scream coming from the other end of alley. That scream had someone running down the alley and cradling the body. She tried harder to sense how many where there but she still only seen the few shadown outlines, she wasn't all powerful enough to see more.
It was when she was trying to provide cover as she pulled someone aside so they could not only reload, but also heal any injuries. She had been feeling strong when she left work, but all this healing was slowing wearing on her. There was somethings she could do on her own without concentrating, like healing herself unless the wounds were great! But healing others did take some concentration.
She looked to Fang, her mind reached out to his. "Can you mind speak, so we can talk and not give out our location to the enemy? I would hate to shoot you instead of one of these ... holligans!" Now she opted for the best thing she could, her words and thoughts rang out in the attempt to INSPIRE the young man. "I may be good with a gun, but you my dear look amazing holding that sword. I can see you clearly in my minds eye taking the three in the alleyway out. A man standing, a woman behind him and another man cradling the woman I just shot. That is all I can see, but you didn't really need my help after all? Did you? the questions weren't really a question, more inspirational to get him pumped up and help him focus in this mini war they seemed to be dragged into.
( OOC note: Casted to Fang - You use your gifts to inspire your target, making them temporarily stronger. )
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Fang (DELETED 10463)
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Re: Metropolitan Blades [MM]
He sign no when she ask about the mind speak but she know her stuff, the way in one bullet she got the ennemy. Yeah finaly a good war partner. He use the shadow to hide himself and start to walk to the 3 gang members. As soon as they are at arm lengh he start to slash them with his katana.
He make a sign from his eyes to the roof, he was shoot from somewhere and the most logic place was upthere. As soon as he attack he place him self so she can shoot them but they are to busy with Fang.
He make a sign from his eyes to the roof, he was shoot from somewhere and the most logic place was upthere. As soon as he attack he place him self so she can shoot them but they are to busy with Fang.
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Fang attempted to fight a standard enemy, and was successful!
Fang attempted to fight a standard enemy, and was successful!
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Re: Metropolitan Blades [MM]
The man was either foolish or very brave, she had yet to decide which one he was at the current moment. Her eyes widened as he, who was already wounded once and healing, walked full out into the open baring merely a sword. She had to take action giving him some cover with a blanket of bullets to keep the gang members at bay while he could move into position close enough to draw his weapon and swing. When he was in full swing mode, she took a small running step and jumped using the Killer ability to leap up on top of buildings (or to fall more gracefully from them). Having missed her mark which happened but it was rare that it did, she landed on the fire escape two stories short of the top of the building. She ran up the ladder, gun drawn and ready to fire, scanning the rooftops for people.
Both rooftops were visibly empty, void of any persons and even traces of the enemy. This means, she glanced down into the alley watching more of the gang spill out into the walkway, from inside the building. “Shoot!” she muttered to herself having made the wrong call. Now the poor dear man was in the alley with more enemies than one single person could handle, and she on top of the building. She didn’t want to keep using too many powers because it would drain her energies completely and she would end up being of no use to him. She looked down the side of the building then around the rooftop, there was a door into the building. She could jump down, which was the fastest route but expelled energy she was trying to spare. She could tunnel down the building, which again would expel energy. Or use Celerity and expel energy. The last and probably best option yet not entirely the safest, was to run as fast and best she could down to the ground level and hope by the time she made it back to the bottom he was still fighting for his life.
“I made a grave error trying to clear the rooftops. There is no one here but there is more behind you.” She spoke into his mind making a bolt for the doorway and hoping that lead to a stairway going all the way to the ground floor. She went down one flight of stairs, but the rest gave out under her. With a loud scream, she fell from the top floor down at least four more. She landed with a sickening crunch on the ground, knowing something was broken. She sat up, seeing her leg not only broken but the bone ripped clear thru the skin. This was not good and not going to help that poor chap out.
She hadn’t heard the gang members creep up on her until she felt the cold steel of the gun barrel against her temple. Her gun had already been dropped in the frey. She was in some sort of pickle here at moment.
((OOC note: Powers used thus far - Super Jump 2 (Cost 2)/ Telepathy (Cost 0)/ Healing (cost 4), Deadeye 2 (cost 5) out of 19 Anima = 8 anima left))
Both rooftops were visibly empty, void of any persons and even traces of the enemy. This means, she glanced down into the alley watching more of the gang spill out into the walkway, from inside the building. “Shoot!” she muttered to herself having made the wrong call. Now the poor dear man was in the alley with more enemies than one single person could handle, and she on top of the building. She didn’t want to keep using too many powers because it would drain her energies completely and she would end up being of no use to him. She looked down the side of the building then around the rooftop, there was a door into the building. She could jump down, which was the fastest route but expelled energy she was trying to spare. She could tunnel down the building, which again would expel energy. Or use Celerity and expel energy. The last and probably best option yet not entirely the safest, was to run as fast and best she could down to the ground level and hope by the time she made it back to the bottom he was still fighting for his life.
“I made a grave error trying to clear the rooftops. There is no one here but there is more behind you.” She spoke into his mind making a bolt for the doorway and hoping that lead to a stairway going all the way to the ground floor. She went down one flight of stairs, but the rest gave out under her. With a loud scream, she fell from the top floor down at least four more. She landed with a sickening crunch on the ground, knowing something was broken. She sat up, seeing her leg not only broken but the bone ripped clear thru the skin. This was not good and not going to help that poor chap out.
She hadn’t heard the gang members creep up on her until she felt the cold steel of the gun barrel against her temple. Her gun had already been dropped in the frey. She was in some sort of pickle here at moment.
((OOC note: Powers used thus far - Super Jump 2 (Cost 2)/ Telepathy (Cost 0)/ Healing (cost 4), Deadeye 2 (cost 5) out of 19 Anima = 8 anima left))
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Re: Metropolitan Blades [MM]
Another men down and hit another one with his punch (bone crusher cost 3 still 10 anima) the gang members fall with pain. She shot with her gun and as she jump Fang lost sight of her. The last guy on sight shot him in the left leg and got him good but He'll survive.
She spoke in his mind. Well well that usefull.
-Keep an eyes open maybe theres more of them. ( He try the tell her back but he cant do a mind speek)
He try to hit the last guy and cut him in half. He try to find Cristiana but she not on sight. A scream! she heart and he start to run in that direction when he saw her on the ground with someone gun on her head. He put the sword back on hes back and angrily spoke to the men.
- Let her go or I'll teach you something interesting. (the intimidate fail)
He make her an eye sign to move out of the way as soon as he come.
She spoke in his mind. Well well that usefull.
-Keep an eyes open maybe theres more of them. ( He try the tell her back but he cant do a mind speek)
He try to hit the last guy and cut him in half. He try to find Cristiana but she not on sight. A scream! she heart and he start to run in that direction when he saw her on the ground with someone gun on her head. He put the sword back on hes back and angrily spoke to the men.
- Let her go or I'll teach you something interesting. (the intimidate fail)
He make her an eye sign to move out of the way as soon as he come.
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Re: Metropolitan Blades [MM]
Credit had to be given to the man as she heard his voice. He brought a knife to a gun fight and survived, to say the least it was admirable. She had given him the heads up from what she seen on the roof but she knew her body and if she kept using powers it would drain her to the point she would be of no use. No use to him, and not to herself. Even in the present situation she was still of use.
His proven to be the distraction she needed. A swift arm took the wrist the gun was in and snapped it pushing the aim of the gun into the man's chest. The squeeze of her hand made him fire a direct hit into his own heart. She felt two stings as if a bee stung her, one in her leg the other in her arm as she rose throwing the now dead man's body aside. She knew she had been hit, but she couldn’t pay much mind to them. The gun dropped from his hand she caught it and fired off another round until she emptied the clip into one of the assailants. She turned to Fang with a nod of thanks before reaching to grab her gun ignoring the woman who was running toward her screaming with an arm raised and a rapier looking blade rose above her head.
Her leg darted out to the side. It was easy to see where the woman was running and she threw her own leg in the way, the woman tripped. As she fell her arms flailed in front of her and she fell on her own weapon. Crissy rose to survey the damage. The womans mouth look like it had been sliced open sideways over her cheek and touching her jaw on the other side. It was brutal to say the least. But in the 4 - 5 seconds, Cristiana took out the several people who had her cornered thanks to Fang coming. She would owe him a drink for the night.
“How many more are there?” She asked the man looking around cautiously. Who knew how many had run and how many were still in the area. At this point she knew some fled to report back to the bosses, and others stayed to fight. But it was a matter of numbers, because who was expendable. She wasn’t and she would come out on top kicking and screaming, dragging Fang with her if he needed to be dragged.
His proven to be the distraction she needed. A swift arm took the wrist the gun was in and snapped it pushing the aim of the gun into the man's chest. The squeeze of her hand made him fire a direct hit into his own heart. She felt two stings as if a bee stung her, one in her leg the other in her arm as she rose throwing the now dead man's body aside. She knew she had been hit, but she couldn’t pay much mind to them. The gun dropped from his hand she caught it and fired off another round until she emptied the clip into one of the assailants. She turned to Fang with a nod of thanks before reaching to grab her gun ignoring the woman who was running toward her screaming with an arm raised and a rapier looking blade rose above her head.
Her leg darted out to the side. It was easy to see where the woman was running and she threw her own leg in the way, the woman tripped. As she fell her arms flailed in front of her and she fell on her own weapon. Crissy rose to survey the damage. The womans mouth look like it had been sliced open sideways over her cheek and touching her jaw on the other side. It was brutal to say the least. But in the 4 - 5 seconds, Cristiana took out the several people who had her cornered thanks to Fang coming. She would owe him a drink for the night.
“How many more are there?” She asked the man looking around cautiously. Who knew how many had run and how many were still in the area. At this point she knew some fled to report back to the bosses, and others stayed to fight. But it was a matter of numbers, because who was expendable. She wasn’t and she would come out on top kicking and screaming, dragging Fang with her if he needed to be dragged.
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