–Station Square–
Rust: “come on Bittersweet, it’s time enough to make ourselves scarce.” *he says nudging her.* “we’re too much of a target if we sit around in one place for too long.” *he says as he goes over what he knows about this world and the best exit strategies* (satellites and thermal cameras exist so I have to assume we are being watched, even with the cloud-cover. The best ways to throw off thermal is to either head somewhere hot, underground, or blend in with a crowd. The sewer lines are unsafe in their damaged state but make a decent plan B. Plan A is to use buildings as cover; the taller the better. Take no strait line nor easy path so as to throw off ground pursuers. If we have an ounce of luck than nobody wants to find us. Still, it’s safest to assume that’s the longshot.)
–Zot, 7th Floor, Clinic—
Lucy: *turns back to Greg.* “I couldn’t get the Boss, but…Rob, was it? Rob wants me to help get people back on their feet. If this is some kind of medical thing than I can’t be of much use except for an extra set of hands. Tell me what to do and assume that I know nothing at all. Nothing.”
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Claire: *she doesn't react for some time, possibly shocked by the mass of disassembled bodies she just saw, then shakes it off and strides out the door* Way ahead of ya! *outside, she looks around trying to find orientation* Now, where was that bloody… *a blurred memory dives up from her mind* Over there! *she points at a tall, timber barred archway of an old, abandoned building some hundred metres down the road and runs over* That'll lead us to the old subway tunnels of Square. They got barrel vault ceilings and a shit ton of pillars. I even occasionally hid down there during the Robotnik War. They're some feet under, below the new sub, so we should be pretty safe there. *she looks at the timber barricade, spits out some curses and tries to find an opening to rip a bar off and squeeze through* I can't remember this crap being here fifteen years ago. Grr, come on… Yanno, when yer done standing around like ordered 'n' not picked up, ya can be useful for once an' help me out here!
Mia: ok Pico I'll show you the way to her.*she starts taking him down the hall*(oh dear if he can't remember that we're married then I don't know how he'll react to what he might be told next)*she laughs to herself* Anyway here we are…*as she opens the door they're greeted by a big fluffly animal*
Max:*pants for a bit* Woof!
*7th floor Clinic*
Greg: that's ok…despite my knowledge I don't know much about making stuff myself. Just how to treat the body normaly and what can be used as a natural remedy. he then wanders to the side and to the table scrambling through*his eyes then look down* hello what's this?*he then reads it for a good bit* hmm ok this might help, and best of all these plants are on the 9th floor. I…*he then remembers what lucy just told him* you know, just to be safe I think I'll come with you. I mean after all your going to need someone who knows what these things look like.*he puts on his coat looks to Lucy then the Clerics all around them* …we should probably get these folk off the floor. don't want anyone to accidently step on them.
*outside the Library*
Zack:*panting* Everyone here?
Steven:*tapping his foot* you know, I just could have teleported you up. Anyway the fiends have set the trap and even then the our old, magical security system should keep him busy for a bit. should we wait for Rob?
Zack: No time…look he's in there. Looking for scrolls for lord knows what…
Steven:*laughs to himself*
Zack: what's so funny?
Steven: oh nothing…Anyway just a heads up, this beast has some sort of toxin, and wears big chains and likes to play with fire.
Zack:noted. but that shouldn't be too big of a problem. My body can deal with that kind of torture and you well, your anchient man, You've looked death in the face several times…speaking of what's the secret to keeping your looks for that long?
Steven:remind me to tell you later. Right now, all we have to do is remain quiet and get the jump on him. afterwords We kill him and bring him to Doc to keep him off our asses, with his experiments, then head down to the pub on the 5th floor for an "11th hour".
Zack: right then.
*the 2 then quietly enter and stick close. Both know the area well however Steven knows it better. they know better than to give their foe a fair fight*
*Doc's Lab*
Doc:…wait your powered down? hmm…(must be a result of the wave that passes over us eariler.) If I may, might I take a look at you later? I would do it now but you know I'm tentacle deep in my work. Also, quick question how long has it been since you last drank one of your concoction?
*in the halls of the Second floor*
SB: what I started? Illa you got it wrong. They started it by attacking me. as for Romulus I understand what you mean. he's a comrade that lies deep within the Professor's heart, along with Remus's Arms, and other various parts of his body that were recoverable when he tried to blow me up. The rest were…Wait did you say scrolls?*he then begins to Laugh at what she said and falls over. after a good minute, he then dries the tears from his eyes* oh good one… ah, but that won't happen. *he then hits a button on a remote behind his back and waits.*(thank you for showing me what you can do. Seeing how long it takes between each pause for an answer, I can see you have some sort of CPU in your head. The fact you have blades, explosives, and can survive my morph's shows me have some form of hammerspace and because of the machine parts I'm going to guess nanites to repair them too. Now I know that if I scramble your brains with the unplanned amnesia I wish to give you, I'll also be hapliy screwing up the professor's work with the extra jolt. Oh your going to be a fun little distraction. Better keep it quick though. I still have one or two stops left one of them being Remus)*he then stands and draws a Muramasa*(This little beuaty should make it quick and cut through her parts with ease.)**he then notices that something is off*(where's the hidden cameras?…aww don't tell me that they run on the modern system. Congrats lady you just geve me one more reason to kick the crap out of you.)*he then charges at her and throwing 2 more unusual blades aimed for her shoulder joints and extends something behind her*
Pico:a dog?*he went on 1 knee and looked at canine from top to bottom he tried to remember..but nothing*so…whats the little guys name?*Max was confused from hearing that he tilted his head in confusion*
Mia:his Max we found him on hawaii running all over the place*she giggles at the memory of Pico raceing Max*
Pico:oh…*Pico smiles at him* come on boy*as they head inside Pico placed his arm infront of Mia so she could stop*somthing…dosnt feel right*he walked around the apartment confused until he looked at the floor* Mia! i think i found her*Mia gasped as she saw her friend on the floor*
Mia: Jasmine?! what could of happened?
Pico:*everything was quiet for about 5 minutes that is until*…that weird shockwave…it turned off the power earlier so if she was wired into this towers network then she might of been afected as well*Pico grabs Jasmine without warning and puts her on the table*
Mia:what are you planning to do?
Pico:…(BioPico:put your hands on her i,ll do the rest) i dont know..*he does as instructed and a bit of electricity hit Jasmine rebooting her systems she then wakes up*
Jasmine:huh what happened? hmm? oh master! your ok!*Jasmine hugs him but that only made the poor fox go wide eyed he then gave Mia a look that says"what just happened?"*
Pico:master?*Pico frees himself from the hug* what are you talking about?
Jasmine:*scans Picos brain waves*i see…master whats the last thing you remember?
Pico:*sighs* not much i remember Mia but not much..
Jasmine:*walks up to Pico and hugs him* its alright master
Pico:why do you keep calling me that?
–Zot, 7th Floor, Clinic–
Lucy: *helps prop up the fallen clerics and helps Greg as best as he is able through picking out plants to mixing poultices and other medication. He does what he is told but understands little to none of it.*
–Station Square—
Rust: (Robotnik war? I’ll need to look that up later.) *makes his way to the abandoned building using his surroundings as innocuous cover as much as possible without it looking out of place to possible observers. On his way over he manages to snag a four-foot length of only slightly bent construction rebar from a pile of rubble.* “sure thing.” *He says in reply to her request for help. With some practiced ease he slides the rebar into a chink between the boards near the doorframe. He grips the rebar far out near the broken-off end and drops his weight on it. With screaming protest the nails holding the boards in place begin to break away from their long time residence. With Claire and Rust working together on the barricade it doesn’t take long to open up a large enough space to squeeze through. Rust enters the abandoned building he turns the light of his new phone on so as to see the area clearly.* “this looks promising. Good pick Bittersweet.” *just then, several of the shadows at the edge of the room seems to detach themselves from their walls and rush indistinguishably down the stairs and into the tunnels. They make an echoing peel as they leave and if not for the sudden stench of decay the experience could be written off as a hallucination. Rust stands still with his back to Claire.* “Can you shoot a gun as well as you can play pool?”
Claire: *tries to make out details in the darkness; her eyes speak fear, but also the will to fight* … I-I dunno… Do paintball guns count?
- Zot, eighth floor… -
Snow: One too few I may bet. Thing is, with my current sleep deprivation, I probably wouldn't even notice the effect wore off. Let's see… *he reaches for a nearby vacant test tube and holds it on shoulder height by the top, holding his other hand a few inches under it to catch it; he then drops the tube - his other hand closes a tiny moment too late and the tube shatters on the tiles* Yup. Definitely wore off… Uh, sorry about that. *he tries to create ice particles on the shards to pick them up without having to bend over, and fails again; the only result is a bit of ice quickly forming a puddle of cold water* And that. *gets a broom and some paper towels to remove his mess*
- Zot, twelfth floor… -
Remus: *sneaks across the shelves, not looking up as he is aware the cameras are currently out of order; a plate on the side of the next cluster of shelves draws his attention* (Found them!) *he steps past single shelves stuffed with scrolls, each shelf has an own plate, explaining its content* (Elemental magic… Flora manipulation… Druid magic- oh what the heck! They're not even alphabetical!) *mute sigh* (Fine. Creative magic… Mood spells… Quint Essence… Quint Essence… Quint Essence? … What the, Quint Essence again?! Let me guess, the next one is Qui- yes, Quint Essence, figures… Oh?! Something new? Copycat… Black magic. That might just do it, but I feel it's not specific enough… Gravity manipulation… Love making? I- … don't even want to know… Life energy manipulation, ha, there we are! *in this moment, he hears the door angles squeak just a tiny bit as the door closes* (Welcome. Interested in a game of Pac-Man, whoever you are? Since they are already here, I will have to deal with them first. They would hear me taking the scrolls either way.) *he listens in for every tiny noise the intruders make with unnatural efficiency* (Two… Decent weight, so adult and probably humane… Wait, that can't be right… The one has a weird way to…) *his eyes become narrow slits as he grins under his mask* (Zack… The other one doesn't seem to have a lot of skill in sneaking. Rules stealth fighters out… A tank would make a lot more noise with all the gear. Leaves a mage. Good.) *he looks at the steel plates irreversibly connected to his flesh; upon very close observation, what appeared to be structured surface reveals to be countless lines of tiny runes* (I'm prepared for that.) *he listens in again for the intruders, tracking their movement through his imaginary map, waiting for his moment* (The easy target first.) *after making sure Zack was out of sight of his companion, he silently steps forward towards the shelf and phases across it and the two behind it, landing right behind Zack; before he can turn around to face the source of the green flash, he gets a hand over his mouth and an injection with a strong muscle relaxant right into his heart; not two seconds pass, and the werewolf's legs give in and he breaks down unable to move* (One down… Hopefully. That relaxant has never been tested on a werewolf…)
Steven: *shouting from behind a different corner of the library, knowing their jig is up, but obviously not his partner is out for now* Stop playing hide an' seek and face us, dirty coward!
Remus: *withholds his laugh* (But I'm already doing that, you fool.) *quickly, but silently and without phasing to prevent giving out his position, he puts a five shelves and six left and right turns' distance between him and the werewolf*
- Zot, second floor… -
»Ilia«: *lets the daggers fly towards her* (Not another time, my friend. I got my magnetic field up by now.) *the daggers change direction mid-flight and miss her heart and face by almost one foot; she draws a pirouette to avoid SB's direct attack and teaches him a long, but not very deep wound across the shoulders, not more than a pat on the back* (|Blocking… 31% complete…|) I hope this is not your best performance. Otherwise, you would turn out as the mother of all disappointments. *she dodges another attack by drawing several cartwheels backwards, fluid and graceful, as if she lacked every bone; catching his Muramasa with her rapiers crossed like a pair of scissors, she somehow manages to kick him in the face, despite their difference of height*
Jasmine: because you are my master silly.*she puts her finger on his nose playfully* you activated me alongside trigger, helped design this body and are oh so generous. Also I love to do I make a great aid when mixing stuff. *she then puts her hand to her head and sits*ooh…I'm still not fully operational. What happend here?… and why is it so dark?
*Zot, 7th floor*
Greg: *after one stressful hour of trying to mix the proper herbs* ok…well we have the stuff mixed and ready to go…problem is we don't have a proper heating sourse or filter to take what we need. however it doesn't really say we have to. I'm going to be honest I'm not sure of how potent it will be as a paste or how to apply it to them.
*Zot, 8th floor, Docs Lab*
Doc:oh its allright I have pleanty of those. besides I now know what I have to check out with you…*he uses a tentacle to adjust his glasses* Anyway I think I'm close to being done with your child I just need to finish a few things more with the brain and make sure his skull is proper.
*Outside the Library*
Rob:*running down the halls then stops* (I'm here!)…*he then quietly enters and looks around*(huh…its too quiet in here likely the others have already gotten in)*he then pulls some stealth manuvers looks through the shelves and isles and is shocked at the sight of a panting werewolf on the floor*(Zack is down…but alive it seems…his body must have beenhit with something)*a hand then touches his shoulder. reaching for his blade he turns around to see Steven with some sort of paper*
Steven:…he's watching us.*he then scribbles something more down* I don't know where he is.
Rob: *Takes the paper and writes something* what do you mean?! don't you have a spell that tracks enemies?!
Steven:*scribbles something down* I tried eariler after he got Zack, but he doesn't appear on my radar. its as if something is blocking me from decting his location.
Rob:*takes the paper back and writes*"facepalm" ok new plan. cast float on us do avoid any noise on ground. Then we'll catch him from behind and bombard him from there. Worry about Zack later. His healing factor will put him back on his feet in no time.
Steven:*casts float then writes down stuff* will do. *the 2 then proceed and stay close guading each others backs looking for Remus*
Zack:*panting and looks tired*(aw shit…this is a muscle relaxer isn't it?…of all the times to be drugged. Still, could be worse It could be one of Doc's home made brews. Those things will make you incapable of moving for days and could even kill you if not prepared…I'm really praying that this isn't anything like his)*he then tries to move but feels nothing*(ok not good… this thing rates a 8 on the Doc'shitameter…meaning this thing works well, but not well enough to knock…me…out)*he shakes his head viloently and huffs*(focus Damnit! Remember, you've had several diffrent forms of training. Work small to big. Concentrate on moving one piece at a time. Start with the toes…)*he then begins to try to get somthing going hoping that this will be out completely out of his system by the time he gets up*
*Zot second floor*
SB:*rubs his jaw* Oh trust me my dear, I'm more clever than you think*from the unknown blackness beind her a tendril, shoots out going though Illa's undamaged leg tearing into her calf muscle. he then starts his sword fight with her. attacking her mutiple times from each anglw taking in how fast she can block each strike while in pain noting the angles in which she bends and leaves herself open* (ok very impressive, time to to the ante.)*he then throws several more knives runs ahead of his weapons and strikes her several times, seemingly doing minor damage to Illa with the knives now missing. Now behind her, with his back turned he streches. * Well I must say you are indeed fun to play with. *he the turns to face her and swings watching her block* Heck of a dancer too. You ever concider performing live?
Pico:i think some sort of shockwave hit…whats this place called again? sot? eh it dosnt matter right now what matters is you're ok*Pico smiles but somthing was troubling him*
Mia:is everything alright Pico
Pico:…what if i dont get all my memories back?..id like to remember our wedding*Pico then did a small sad smile at Mia*
Mia:honey…
Pico:its ok really
Jasmine:mistress why dont we give master a tour around the apartment maybe he,ll remember somthing
Mia:thats a great idea!
Pico:i dont know…
Mia:*kisses his cheek which suprises him*lets do it
Pico:…alright*they walked into his room and Mia pulled a box out and put random items in it*
Mia:maybe this will help
–Zot, 7th Floor, Clinic—
Lucy: “Don’t look at me, man. I know nothing.” *he says, looking at the foul-smelling paste.*
–Station Square, Abandoned Entrance to Abandoned Subway–
Rust: “Paintball markers count.” (The tactics and reflexes anyway.) *he says and thinks as he reaches into his hammer-space and pulls out his pistol. It is a short yet massive semi-automatic handgun with a wide baffled barrel and ash-wood handle.* “This is a modified Maul MK2 by Chekhov industries. 5.65 lbs, accuracy out to 250 yards.” *as he says this the rest of the information regarding his favorite gun breezes through his head.* (It can fire most any round between .38 and .50 caliber. Its magazine fits between 10 and 12 rounds and conjures stock ammunition when empty.) “it’s closest relative you may recognize is the desert eagle. Expect some recoil and noise out of this thing. Actually,” *he says thinking about the many differences between paintball markers and firearms* “you should probably get a feel for if before your health depends on your aim. Show me if you can hit that sign.” *he says, handing over the gun and pointing his cellphone’s light at an old shaving advertisement across the wide room.*
Claire: *almost drops the gun as Rust pushes it in her hands* Ffffuck, bitch's heavier than thought… Alright, alright, so all the cops in the movies-… nah, that's not right. The cops in the movies that ain't from L.A. all hold'em like this… *she wraps her hand around the handle firmly with one finger on the trigger, resting the handle on the palm of her other hand* … right? *she readjusts her grip a bit and accidentally pulls the trigger; the pistol goes off with a hell of a noise that comes back from the walls twice as loud as the massive bullet puts a hole in the wall two dozen feet away from the target and the gun charges into Claire's face* Augh! Stupid piece o'crap inbred feederistic mother butchering sunnuva goddamn fucking retarded shit eating feet licking crackwhore raping a blood pissing worm eaten glory hole serving hatechild of a pair of dirt loving cannibalistic warthog twins!!! Trigger happy bitch rammed my nose bone into my brain! *indeed, there is blood dripping off her chin and the hand covering her nose*
- Zot, Doc's lab… -
Snow: Really???
Val: Please tell me I'm not dreaming…
- … library… -
Remus: (And suddenly both old and new target have ceased making any sound… They must have found a workaround. Probably, the mage casted silence on their feet or something like that. Well, I know for a fact three can play this game!) *kicks against the next shelf as if accidentally brushing against it; he then retreats to a close by point he mapped as a dead end earlier* (And now we wait…)
- … and second floor… -
»Ilia«: (Darn.) *tries not to put any weight on the heavily damaged leg* (Block pain receptors in Section 24B and D, now. |Priority Level raised. Blocking… Section 25A: 87% complete… Section 24B/24D: 11% complete…|) Not yet. But if this doesn't work out, I might just consider trying to get a career started here. What place could possibly fit better than the »Place of Second Chances« for the damned, provider of mindless indulgence and careless amnesia for all crimes for those who deserve it the least? *as she speaks, hundreds of independent sections of a frosted, dark grey metal grow out of the studs of her shin bone toward each other to replace the missing chunk* (|Blocking… Section 25A: complete. Section 24B/24D: 54% complete…|) Care to try again? I have enough titanium in me to replace my whole body with metal. *gets into a fencing stance again and attacks with a barrage of slashes and stabs, fluently going through a series of figures, forcing Shadowblade to retreat, almost run backwards; she does, however, not introduce any more extraordinary skills, as if being out of ideas already*
Mia: in here's some of our Vaction stuff from our trip to Mexico.
Jasmine: perhaps that could help stir some memories.
*7th floor clinic*
Greg: well I guess we just follow the instructions*he then picks up the bowl and heads to a Clieric* What do the instructions say? do we apply it or do we feed it to them?
*Doc's lab*
Doc: well I would but I'm at work. I'd say 2-3 hours more before I finish up and fix the skull and slither my way out…*he then takes a pause form speaking. Its noted that on his face you can see he's tired from the nonstop work on his patient which normally isn't a big deal however with this being a new procedure its clear this has taken a good deal out of him* After that…I can begin working on you 2. Then I'll buy us all dinner and we can take a big nap. *he chuckles* Those last tow are in no particualr order.
*Zot Library*
*the 2 hear the sound and nod begining to head in that direction and stop halfway and break out the paper*
Rob: something's not right.
Steven: I agree. that way laeds to a dead end its obvious its a trap but nothing I can't handle alone.
Rob:*nods* yes however, you said eariler that you couldn't detect him yes? what if it has something more to counter your more powerful spells?
Steven:… good point so then what's the plan?
Rob: "well by now its likely he's figured we aren't making sound. So we're going to need a new plan and stratagy.Here's what I'm thinking…"
*a minute later*
Rob: .."and that's it you ready?"
Steven: "I am."
Rob: "good then let's get to work."
*Rob then climbs up the bookcase and starts heading in that direction along with the cloak cutting through the air on ground and around corners towards Remus both moving quietly.*
Zack:*still trying and eventually*(…OH! I got it. ok let's flex it a few times. boy would it suck if I got hit with a book case while doing this.)*he then contines to flex each toe before moving onto his feet after gettong a good feel for that he then moves to his claws*
*On the Second floor*
SB: (hoo she's strong well sort of… damn damon energy flux goona take me weeks to to get me back to where I was. Oh well I still have a few more tricks from the old days not to mention I still over power her.)*he rushes her and gets into close combat locking blades with her making her stumble back*Well, that's a specific group your attacking there. I admit I'm not perfect nor is the organization I'm running. if I wanted that I would be striving around to do so while claiming I'm a magical asshat at the same time. *he then puts his sword in the ground and leans on it*Also, this is coming from someone who's master just took a chunk of the Earth's population out. Men, women, and children both man and mobain who a majority have done nothing wrong to deserve this, now dead. and for what? An old fart with erectile dysfunction to live a to live long enough to see 3 people that have suffered already in the past by his hand to be broken once more just because he's says "its ok, they deserive it! the responcibiltity is mein un mein alone! there are no concequences little doggie." *he laughs at his poor impression of the professor, inhales and then gets serious* Pathetic. you let him use you and use the hatred in your heart for revenge and to give someone else for what you think is justice.*he then gets off his sword standing abroad.* 12 people for one hedgehog…think about that. 12 people who were trying to get on with their lives now scatterd all over your friend's room…or would it be lover?*he then puts on his phone sets the flash on and takes a photo of her* whaterver your going to lie to me anyway and say she's not relevant in any way or that this it just a bonus to the plan. *he hits the send button to all Zot members who's phones are still active in and outside the tower.*
My point is, you've let a foreign man kidnap/take advantage/supposidily save you rather than try to move on, and now he let's you think you still have your own volition all while plotting and lying to you behind an iron curtain. Now look at you…*he shakes his head as in disapprovial* but hey, you didn't come here to get lectured or talked down to by a black kettle…no*he then picks up the sword* you came here to fight me…*he starts walking towards her his voice sounding more disoriented*yes…you caMe here to FiGht WitH mE and Bring JusTIce!!!!!!*he then starts running towards her, then sprinting faster than what she was used to and clashes with her pushing her back with great force his voice now fully changed and headbutts her, cracking Illa's skull open* WeLl LitTle lAdy… hEre'S you ChAnCe. * he moves quickily around her cutting the air around her in several areas of her body some make contact hiting non vital areas, others strike open aeras already damaged* lEt's gEt StArtReD, SHALL WE!?!?!
–Zot, 7th Floor, Clinic–
Lucy: “ah, it says to lightly smear the paste over the cleric’s seven chakras. What the hell does that mean?”
Cleric’s apprentice: “Root, Sacral, Solar Plexus, Heart, Throat, Third Eye, and Crown.” *She says, moving her hands up her body systematically pointing at precise spots as she does so.* “it should help to unbind the chakras and allow energy to flow and natural healing to occur. Should, anyway…I’m still not quite sure what’s wrong.”
–Station Square, Abandoned Entrance to Abandoned Subway–
Rust: *hands Claire a cloth tissue from his pocket for her nose.* “I warned you about the recoil.” *he says sympathetically and somehow not in an ‘I told you so’ kind of way.* (let’s hope the noise spooks them off rather than draws them in.) “Try again. Both hands on the handle and finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire. Plant your feet shoulder-length apart and relax.” *he shifts indistinctly into another persona as he says this practiced line. Where the set of his shoulders and frame drooped with lazy age and weariness, they now sit strait, firm, and full of confident dignity.* (I wish I had something better for a beginning shooter. Still, the Maul and EMG-12R will have to do.)
*Pico rumages through the box and pulled out a sumbrero which suprised him*
Mia:*giggles at his expression*
Pico:*had a confused look*uh…why Mexico?
Mia:well i always wanted to go their but we didnt have the money so you enetered in a tournament an-
Pico:wait i know how to fight?!
Mia:*sweatdrops*uh..yeah long stories short we had a blast!
Pico:*grabs a napkin*uh…
Mia:from a very nice diner we helped a waitress out you even almost got into a fight with some biker
Pico:*stares at the napkin until suddenly* ugh!*Pico closed his eyes as he remembered the time at the diner and then dancing with Mia at a festival*i…i think i remember.
Mia:thats great!*she then hugs him* lets see if we can make you remember anything else.
Claire: Tch, piss… *she grips the gun firmly again, this time making sure any of her fingers stay far away from the trigger, and gets in position as instructed* Shit, now I'm scared of this thing… *she tries to loosen up her fear-tense muscles and aims at the ad; despite a lot more and better preparation, the bullet still misses by a far deal - at least Claire manages to control the recoil this time* Oh for fuck's sakes! That thing is really trigger happy… like, ya only gotta touch it-trigger happy. *she aims and shoots two more times without coming any closer to the target, then lets her arms drop to the side looking at Rust as though it's his fault she's missing* Okay, what'm I doing wrong?! *a loud squeak and a huge moving shadow she witnesses from the corner of her eyes surprise her; pointing the gun at the source of the squeak, - with some hardship to get the heavy thing moving quickly - she shoots blindly in the dark four times; as Rust points his flashlight to the location, a rat the size of a small dog lies on the ground with a split head and bleeding out*
Rust: *whistles inwardly* Not a bad hunt there, Bittersweet.
Claire: *looks at the monster rat mortified and throws up*
- Zot, eighth floor… -
Val: … Dinner? That reminds me, I'm absolutely starving right here.
Snow: *exchanges looks with Doc* That might just be accurate. Do you have anything edible here, Doc?
Val: Ahem.
Snow: Anything healthy edible?
- Zot, twelfth floor… -
Remus: *spots Rob on top of the book shelves* (Ohh~, oh oh oh, big mistake. You're not mage. You, sir, are most definitely not a mage.) *takes one of his chains with both hands and swings it a few times before extending its length; like an executioner's axe, it goes down on Rob's back and inflicts a downward directed blaze to minimize damage to the rest of the library, that catapults him right through the book shelf and the floor under it, the chain behind him; as it bends around the hole in the floor and hits the ceiling underneath, it emits another explosion to create a greater force on Rob, who flies right through the holes the first flare stamped into the floors underneath before crashing right on Lucy on the seventh; together, they crash through the next floors as though they were of cardboard, Lucy eventually losing Rob on the fifth and proceeding to drop through the floors until he finally comes to a stop on the second floor, where he remains lying bent in unnatural angles just between Shadowblade and »Ilia«; watching the result with satisfied approval, Remus worries not about Steven, aware of his impenetrable anti magic field, and slowly turns to where he estimates Steven*
- Zot, second floor… -
»Ilia«: (Scan damage. |Scanning. Hull damage, Section-| Cut it, I want this to get over with today. |Hull damage, total: 19%, non-repairable: 0%. Skeleton damage, total: 3%, non-repairable: 0%. Repair progress, total: 31%.|) *readies herself and laughs* Your offence lacks sturdiness. A hundredthousand openings to fire back through. Let's start with the most important. Erectile Dysfunction? You have no idea how far you're off. *as she prepares to strike, Lucy comes flying through the ceiling and lands between her and Shadowblade* (Whatever this means, I'm going with it.) *rushes through the dust and debris, stabbing Lucy from behind, draws a pirouette and tosses him into Shadowblade; she then rushes past them, not without stabbing both Shadowblade's eyes and putting another wound over the first one on his back while he was falling over, so they would make an X, afterwards proceeding to make her escape* (This is bad. Objective not achieved… But I am not out of options yet. The boss always has a list of his employees' phone numbers, and the boss' office is always on top.) *with that thought in mind, she sprints up the stairs, taking three steps at once, and sends her nanobots as vanguard to open any locked doors or take out potential live obstacles*
Jasmine: hmm… oh I know*she takes him over to the mantle place* this is where we put your mechanial arm after we grew back the one you have now…*a loud boom is then heard*
Mia:…*concerned*w-what the heck was that?
*7th, floor clinic*
Greg: Well its our best shot. Alright help take advantage of the situation Lucy, you…*watches the celiling crumble in it over Lucy and carrying Rob*What the Hell?!*starts to breathe uncontrolably and try to calm himself down* …we best get these healers up and fast.*he then spreads the paste on one of them and heads to the next*
*5th, floor Rec room*
Rob:…aww fuck me*coughs up blood and struggles to move*uuuh, well I bought some time…(not the way I wanted to though but I did notice an open wound as he plunged me 7 floors down. I hope Steven does too…otherwise his magic won't do jack.)*he then waits for help to arrive as he feels darkness slowly over take his vision.*
*the guards at once upon hearing the tremors from above run up to the 12th floor. those stationed there grab rifles and head to the library covering the area in mines and other heavy duty pressure plates*
*Doc's lab post tremors*
Doc:*sigh*(god damnit I understand that they're trying to rob us but can't they do it quieter?!)…well I do have some heathly things that aren't going to poison you any further if that's what you mean. I cooked enough chopsuey the other day for several meals. If you could, go get it please…just a fair warning now you might be greeted by a gun… not sure which one…*ponders for a moment* my guess is the cutsom 10 gauge. knock from the side of the door to be safe.*hears his phone go off and sighs*(now what?)
*up in the library*
Steven:*grabbing the some of the scrolls and hears the boom*(oh god he got Rob. to catch him off guard. is an impressive feat. Well joke's on you tough man I have them now and I'm making sure neither side is going to see them again…a price to pay for Zot? perhaps, but an enemies hands are worse to have these than those of an ally.)*with that being said he transports the scrolls to another plane of existence only mages can acess. he then notices that he missed a few. upon opening one he gasps*(we've had these the whole time in here and didn't tell anyone?!…no one else can know of this.)*with great haste he says a spell and starts to burn each one but they don't catch.* (of course they're magic proof damn sages wanting to preserve history.)*he sighs as he hears Remus draw closer*(the traps will buy me some time hopefully enough for Zack to get up)*he takes the scrolls and stores them in a seperate pouch, and while still in midair, bolts through taking the long way to the door, knowing it would have been expected to take the hole. and getting far away from his foe*
Zack:*hears the boom*(…Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta GET UP NOW!!!!!)*he grabs the side of a book shelf and pulls himself up he waits for a minute to let hie feet adjust and stablizes*(ok…)*he moves his jaw and flexes a few more times and listens for Remus* (its time for round 2..I think I'll suprise him the best way possible)
*Second floor*
SB:*lifts Lucy off him and notes his injury now gone slightly puzzled his voice now changed over and echoes* Lucy…your ok?*shakes his head readying his focus* look before you start bombarding me with questions on things…I can't answer them.*he looks down then up at him* I know this is confusing but I'm not going to be around for much longer* he cringes a bit as he feels the strain from the generator and pulls Lucy away, out of earshot from the hole above and away for anyone to hear* I want you to listen to me. in 3 weeks I will be back to normal, however lest you come and find me I will not be of any aid. after the dusts settles here and I am gone, head to the 8th floor and tell the man with the tentacles the following: Fix the portal, and give them a reason for me to come back. To the Hedgehog who looks like he badly needs a haircut, let him know his sister is safe and to check the false wall in the lab for resources. To the little red fox man with the women that follow him, tell him I'm sorry can't help him through this, and to you as my final order, help Zot repair itself and ready for what is to come. Listen to your superiors as they will guide you. Do this and you can prevent the on coming storm.*he looks up* Start by heading to to each with several doctors and check to see if anyone needs any aid*he then opens a portal* I have to go now. Our intruding guests need a proper sendoff*he then steps through and heads up to his office with haste he opens several portals and starts removing things Filing cabinets filled with data on many things and people, his Video collection of his many battles, security files, backup data storage, PS3, PC and hardrive, and game collection, phone numbers of every Zot member,books, journels, files on "Operation Desolation" and leaves nothing in his room of any importance he then grabs the cube on his Desk and says something to it. After leaving a message. he texts all outside employees news about the battle at home and how it went. he then instructs them to continue on in their persuit for finding their foe's base and respond back asap and whatever they do, not to answer the phone within the next 3 weeks if he calls. with puts away his phone tosses the cube through the portal,closes it, and looks at his room one last time and sighs knowing he's not coming back for a long time. he takes a bottle of coke and rum mixes it and locks the door to the Zone of Silence and conecntrates looking for Illa and Remus. ironicly they're both close. Knowing that he can easily deal with Remus as he's done before he heads for Illa who nears the top of the stairs. he then closes his eyes. upon opening them he opens a portal opens and he runs through abnormaly fast. From above he arrives and without haste grabs her head and spins flinging her downward towards the bottom. he then throws his blade at her and drops in persuit. She crashes back first into the floor, a sword piercing her abdomen and lastly shadowblade kneeing her chest no doubtly fracturing and breaking some ribs along the way. he stands up off her and unsticks his blade letting the blood start to spill out* Didn't your mother ever tell you its not nice to run away while in the middle of a conversation?!
–Zot, 2nd Floor—
Lucy: *slowly, and shakily gets to his feet after his trip through five layers of concrete and steel rebar. He seems to have not even been fully aware of what was going on or where he was when SB picked him up. He takes a few steps and collapses to his knees.* (…don’t forget…3 weeks…tell tentacle man something portal…remember…something reason…prevent storm…sister safe…sister…) *he tries his hardest to make his pain-wracked mind to work as his vision clouds. Desperately he tries to make sense of the mixing stew of information from his boss.* (remember…help zot…don’t…black out..remember something…3 weeks…fix portal…sorry for red fox…sister…prevent storm…) *he manages to find his feet again and clumsily makes his way to the hole in the ceiling he burst through. He looks up the dusty chute and as pale light filters through it down onto him he blacks out for the second time that day.* (…heaven’s silver lining…)
–Station Square, Abandoned Entrance to Abandoned Subway–
Rust: “Cripes, warn me next time.” *he says as Claire vomits. He looks down at her knowingly but not judgementally.* (hopefully that gets most of the alcohol out of her system.) *he thinks with black optimism.* “luck or not I’d say that’s a good enough sign that you can defend yourself. Let’s get moving before someone does something stupid like come after us or bomb the city.” *he proceeds to pull an enormous gun from hammerspace and sling its strap over his shoulder. In the dim light it’s hard to make out precisely what it is but it’s nearly four feet in length and features an electronic display on the side.* “let’s hope the rats don’t get any bigger than that one.” *he says as he makes his way down the stairs and into the tunnels.*
Claire: *wipes her mouth carelessly and mumbles to herself* Holy shit… I just ended that thing! I- … I never did that before… Every time the nachzehrer broke out, I passed out until it was back inside… Fuck… This… this is terrible! *without caring if Rust understood anything she said, she starts moving behind him; her steps, completely opposed to usual, are tumbling and insecure, although her mind is at its sharpest*
- Zot, eighth floor… -
Snow: (I hope they have this under control. Doc doesn't look like he can take any more interruptions. Furthermore, I hope my life isn't set to be ended by a fridge…) *he knocks at the side of the fridge and the door is being torn out of its angles by the force of the gunshot* How many fridge doors do you require again weekly?
- Zot, twelfth floor… -
Remus: FLEEING DOESN'T COUNT!!! *phases rapidly through the shelves to the door, gets to grip Steven's foot before he can escape, and slams him to the ground; he notices the open wound under his right armpit; the stitches that connect his arm to the torso tore open and thick, greenish red blood dribles out* (Why now?!) *he looks at Steven and comes to a decision; he sets his massive boot on his opponent's back and pulls at both his arms, ignoring the screams, until they both disconnect with his body* Not so tough without your arms, are you? Casting magic is over now, pal! *grabs his head with one hand and hauls Steven off the ground and his feet * You're coming with me. *walks through the maze of shelves to the spot where the magic scrolls were and finds them AWOL* I wonder how I saw this coming. Where are they? *he starts putting pressure on his victim's head* You have fifteen seconds.
»Ilia«: *by the bottom of the staircase to the thirteenth floor, not far away from the library, she hears Remus shout* (Of course, why not? He mustn't see me like this, or else he's going to defame me. |Overdrive.|) *the orange in her eyes intensifies by but a hint; pulling her legs in, she kicks Shadowblade in the groin so fast a normal person couldn't even see it, and catapults him into the ceiling, she stands up and wipes blood off her cheek and forehead, along with a slightly fluorescent orange liquid that flows down in a separate stream until mixing with the blood* (I'm leaking. Not good. Now, considering how long it took him to catch up with me, he's probably already been to his office. Knowing him knowing me, he disposed of any matter of help. His phone is fried thanks to the EMP, any kind of information value from taking it therefore gone… This is all kinds of not good. Change objective.) *she replaces one of her rapiers by a mini gun and points it at Shadowblade who's stuck in the ceiling* Obviously you are subject to a slight misunderstanding here. The conversation is over. *she shoots her whole ammunition at him for a whole four minutes, replaces the gun by the rapier again and shoots it at his hand; another blade follows immediately and shoots at his other hand, with two more to finish pinning him to the ceiling* The second time in which a »saviour to the world« is crucified by those he deemed to rescue. Left to rot by those you did wrong. 'Til your resurrection and our next encounter, saint. *with that, she literally leaves him hanging and sprints over to the library entrance like a blur; jumping on the first row of book shelves, she spots Remus and lands beside him* Need a hand? *she looks at the open stitches* You know, one that isn't falling off?
Remus: *stares at her bluntly* What are you doing here?! Where is-
»Ilia«: Not here. Forget it for now. As it looks like, neither of our tasks are finished yet. *nods at the bleeding out Steven* And you won't get any information out of him like this. *she prepares her nanobots to invade Steven's brain through his ears, nose, even the gaps between his teeth and his eyelids; connecting with his brain, the nanobots transmit the information sucked right from it to »Ilia«, who then filters the information for the important content; without saying anything, she fishes around in his pockets and grabs the scrolls; the nanobots leave his body* Drop him. We're done here. Meet me downstairs. *without waiting for an answer, she retracts the blades, jumps on the shelves again and spots a window to jump through; mid-flight, she shoots a couple of magnets at the ground under her and gives them and her own internal electromagnet a short, extremely strong burst to stop her fall a foot above the ground and softly put her on her feet* (|Warning: Battery critically low. Unable to resume repairs.| Shut up and cease Overdrive.) *waiting for Remus, she doesn't even bother for the guards shooting at her - all bullets miss; as Remus appears running on the grass before the gate and phases out again, she starts pursuit on him, faster than any car or train could*
Mia: Pico, wait you don't know what could happen you don't remember everything yet? what if you get hurt?
*7th floor clinic*
Greg:…I- think htey're coming to
Natalie:…mmm oh god…what is that awful smell?
Cleric's appretence: it worked! I think…
*Doc's lab*
Doc: oh, not many. I only need new ones when there are emergencies or I need a shot of something to give that kick in the morning.*he then laughes at his dark humor*…Ooh I almost forgot, there's a tranq in the mircowave filled with morphine. be careful opening that.
*In the Library*
Zack: *pounces and sees he's to late* ah crap*heads to Steven* you ok?
Steven: I can't feel my arms you fleabag…what do you think?!?!
Zack: Well your sarcasm is in working order *he picks him up* come on I'll get you all healed up.
Steven: well hurry up I'm slowly going into shock.
Zack:*takes a few steps and smells an odd mixture upon looking down he spots an odd colors mixed with blood* In a Second…seems our friend left behind a sample. fresh too. Doc will like this. *he then looks for something to put it on and finds a torn part of Steven's cloak and uses it to soak up the blood like water to a rag*alright now we can go.
*On the 5th floor a medical team fnially arrives for Rob. things aren't looking well for him. They can't even move him without hearing him screaming in agony. The beginner cleric's then arrive and try to ease his pain however its not really enough. On the second floor a team has already got Lucy on a strecher and make their way to the closest bed to put him on and check for any injuries*
*up on the ceiling torn to pieces*
SB:(well that wasn't very nice…she shot me down to my last tank of gas)*he feels his body regrow one last time*(it seems she has no regrets and chooses this path)…so be it. if she wishes to travel this way then she, like Remus, needs to learn her place.*He inhales deeply and opens a portal and reaches in*(3 should do it chaos, mantra, and mana energy)*he then feels his body rumbling* dear god I am pushing my limits today. I might not even make it to Dimension S.*he laughs at his own demise and then calms down* Now I just need the proper mindframe…*he thinks for a minute of something to anger him*(ok I got it…Saint? Saint?! SAAAAINNNTTTT!?!?!?!?!?!)*with that thought in mind* a glowing portal opens below him and he dives head first. he rapidly spins and a blue flame engulfs his body. In front of Remus a portal opens and from it he makes contact head first into him and hits"Illa" along the way pushing them both into a seperate trees the air now growing dense* with great haste he accelerates his own movement using making her look as if she was frozen* you call me a Saint, *he spits in her face* I'm highly insulted by that. Generous was more of the term for what I was doing. I gave you several chances to see why you should fight against the current but instead you follow the flow and choose to plummet towards the rocks.*his hand glows and he takes it to her face pouruing in several thousands volts attempting to fry the chip giving that responds to her and controls her nanites and takes his other clutching her wind pipe listening to her attemts to scream and yelp in pain* listen to me now. LISTEN!!! *his voice echos in her her head*you are worthless. you couldn't achieve your goal, you couldn't learn anything new and most importantly let this happen to yourself. I'll give you credit you do have fight in you but like many before you are easily broken.*he takes his hand off her face and to her shoulder dislocating by pushing down on it*weak.*he runs his hand down her side* afraid.*he then sticks several daggers in her sides the tips against her lungs making every time she breathes a risk of puncturing them*careless.*takes his hand and reaches inside the reopenng wound still repairing in her abdomin and has something wrap around each organ and squeezes each them making each one feel that its aflame* if you wish to see why they fear me now you know. *he pulls her down to his eye level*Forever I will haunt you, when you sleep you will see misery and wander a neverending black void, slowly decomposing and taken apart by my hand, and before you perish you'll see me smile and wake not screaming, but in agony and tears knowing that the end will draw near for you and beg for the reaper to whisk you away.*his hand then moves for her heart beating ecentricaly. he touches it with the tips admiring its beuaty and wraps his hand around it feeling it beat wildly* Remember I'm always watching…and forever will be your suffering.*with that being said he gently tugs at the heart and lets it shake and jiggle making her passout. he pulls his hand out, licks her face dry of her tears, kisses her and let's "Illa" drop into a portal unsure where she lands nor caring knowing the damage has been done. he turns to the other and puts on a big grin* Reeeemuuussss~*he slowly walks towards him faint excitement heard in his voice*
–Zot—
The medical team that checks out Lucy finds that although he is unconscious, he is physically fine. No internal bleeding, no bruises, no broken bones, no cuts, no scratches, nothing. There isn’t even any of his blood on his clothes to indicate regeneration or fast healing. For the second time that day, Lucy survives unharmed from what should have been a fatal experience.
–Station Square, Abandoned Subway–
Rust: (she’s got the jitters alright. Question is, will addressing it do more good than harm?) *he continues down the passage for a minute or so and checks the setting on his strange gun before deciding to speak.* “It died instantly; no pain.” *rust says, referring to the rat.* (not a lot of head left either.) “There’s many a man I wish died that way; quick and painless. Sometimes that’s the best we can do. You may question the morality of your actions, or if it somehow changes you, but remember that because you can pull the trigger you are alive. Now, let’s hope that you won’t need to use the gun again.” *moments later the tunnel comes to an enormous open area. The weak light of Rust’s phone fails to reach the far side of the room but manages to illuminate the forest of arches and pillars that support the roof. Whole subway cars lay rusting to their tracks nearby, and a multitude of branching off tunnels make the place resemble a maze.* ( I hope she remember the layout.)
*The two of them continue to head down hall and come across a giant hole in the hall from it they hear some screaming semi faint, but clear that someone's in agony*
Mia: oh dear, I wonder who that could be.*she then looks at him* you aren't planing on jumping down are you?
*elsewhere on the second floor the group is taking steady watch and turns making sure Lucy is ok. some of them question where he came from as they have never seen him before. most presume him as a new member as many of they are. To be safe they don't let down their guard till they hear straight from the horse's mouth when he wakes.*
Pico:*suddenly Pico had a uneasy feeling*…head back to the apartment
Mia:but honey
Pico:just do it!*without any warning he jumps down the hole* (i dont want her to get hurt)*suddenly Pico had a few memories of him fighting deamons*(what the hell?!….was that really me? a deamon murderer for hire?)
(first off I think everyone is just busy. second off, happy birthday bud.)
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* he lands on the 5th floor the group turns around and sees Pico*
Rupert: Pico, buddy great timing. As you can here, Rob won't shut up and is in agony worse than agony. Aparently, he got slammed 5 floors down by a giant club like ax, and we can't move him without risk of him dying on the way up. We tried contacting the clerics, but the responce was not what we wanted to here. Mind giving us a hand and healing him up?
*repairs are being made throught the base as the Tech Ninjas progress to fix the main wireing*
* On the Second floor the group stands watch outside the barracks they check in on Lucy frequently and take shifts wating for him to wake and ask what happened to him?*
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