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Post by scythe on Feb 5, 2009 19:24:21 GMT -5
The large war dragon glanced at the female before snapping his neck to the side. It let out a semi-loud crackle before he started forward. He took his time flexing his hands, glaring at the annoyances before him, and thoroughly enjoying some of their more panicked looks. The female just grinned and sped ahead of him eager for a fight. There were plenty to play with so he wasn't worried she'd take all the fun. Toys, entertainment, enjoyment. She looked like the one at a time sort anyhow. He liked to play with more than one plaything at a time.
"Eet is teem to play now. Be read-ee for pain." Rolling his R's in that deep accent of his he snapped out his arms popping the joints. Then with wicked smile he leaped into the middle of them grabbing out for one to use as a baseball bat to strike the others. Pound, hurt, beat. He then proceeded to have lots of lovely killing fun.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Feb 5, 2009 21:35:18 GMT -5
Garion stopped in his tracks. "They got... Morgan?! Are you sure? Morgan Cavan... are you sure?" Garion tried to picture ANYONE trying to put a sleeper in her. It was unfathomable. They couldn't have gotten Morgan.
"In any case, we have to get our bearings on the area, find a database of some kind so we can break the ciphers they'll have on the room information, then crawl through the-"
Suddenly a loud banging came from beside him, a door shook violently as sounds like fingernail scraping together resonated through the hallways.
"Or... we could go in that door." Garion tried to look through a window, only to find there were no windows. That was strange.... Garion tried to find a crack under the door, or even a keyhole. He found nothing except a complex looking device.
Hesitantly, he poked it.
"Fingerprint access, please." Garion smiled. Too easy. He used the same method as last time to copy the fingerprint.
"Confirmed. Retina scan please." A little window popped open, waiting fo Garion to stick his eye in. Crap! Garion cursed. He would just have to hack his way through it. In the means=time, he knocked five times on the door, not even noting that he made miniature dents dents in the frame. "Hello? Morgan?" Garion didn't whisper, but didn't yell. "Locke? Hello?"
He turned to Matt. "What's your superpower? Please be a techno..." Garion didn't even think to keep the thought to himself.
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Feb 6, 2009 1:58:00 GMT -5
Cylo is stupid. I hate him.
He told me to stay, while he gets to go out and have all the fun. What's his problem?! He knows I can fight! He knows I want to fight, but I have to stay here?! Show-off! Stop stealing the show and let me play, too!
Kirien was not happy. She obeyed Cylo's request, but only after giving him a death glare, shouting a string of curse words, stomping her foot, and punching right through the crate she was supposed to be taking cover behind.
I hate him, that stupid...jerk, for making me sit and wait. But I can't stop watching him!
She was watching him desperately, blind and deaf to the utter chaos unfolding around her. She heard no words, no gunfire, nothing, just watching, wondering why she was watching, but unable to look away. Because if she looked away, she might miss something.
Don't get hit, don't get hit, don't get hit! I know he's fast, but...strong people like him shouldn't ever lose!
I hate him. He's so stupid and reckless. These people aren't worth it, so stop showing off! You don't even know them. Would they do that for you? He's so stupid. I hate him! Don't get hit, don't get hit! Why would you help me? I don't know you that much!
She admired him for it, but she'd never admit it. There was something about being stupid enough, or brave enough to pull the stunts he pulled. She wouldn't ever put herself in danger for people she didn't know or care about. He did, even if he didn't intend to, even if he was just having fun. He...he took bullets for her, hadn't he? It was...moving.
She saw the grenade land near Cylo, and her eyes widened; she'd predicted the outcome before it even happened, but it didn't keep her from crying out when it exploded. She wore a look of horror, and she still couldn't look away.
No! You idiot! You stupid, stupid, stupid...why did you do that?! Look at you! Why did you do that?! Why are you so stupid?! You're not supposed to be this stupid!
All thoughts of hating Cylo were long gone, because she didn't hate him, she was just lying to herself, and she knew it. She was hardly thinking anything at all, the thoughts moving so quickly through her mind that she hadn't the time to grasp them and find out what they were. She did know she was worried. She knew she hated herself for being worried; she wasn't a worrier, she was a fighter! She knew she wanted to go to Cylo, more than she wanted to rip into the guys who were attacking them in the first place. And she knew she didn't like that.
He'll be okay. Was the loudest, clearest thought she had. She was trying to coax her gaze and her thoughts away from Cylo, so she could fight, like she knew she was supposed to. They'll...heal in a minute. He'll be okay.
She pulled herself together and faced her enemies, now vaguely aware that she had taken several bullets, since she destroyed her own cover. She had a bullet-wound in her arm that was already healing, one in her shoulder, two in her middle, and one in her side, and she just noticed. But they didn't seem to worry her. No one'd be shooting her any more.
I have to fight. He'll be okay.
Her eyes had gone red again, and her nails were longer and sharper than usual, but she didn't seem to notice that, either. Was she angry? She felt calm, as she rushed toward the guards Scythe wasn't busying himself with, targeting the guards that were farthest right in the group. She looked dangerous. She looked vicious, like she was about to tear someone's ear off and eat it, but she hadn't realized it. Wasn't she calm?
She brought her axe down, hard, aiming to split the skull of the poor soul who had the misfortune of being in her warpath. She wasn't in the mood for playing.
She couldn't let herself become that weak little girl she was trying so hard not to be. Not now.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Feb 6, 2009 16:23:26 GMT -5
Locke heard the knock, well he saw it too. The door began to cave slightly, the joints already weakened. He heard Garion's muffled voice through it.
"Garion? Thank god! Push a little more on the door, it's gonna give way soon! Try to throw something into it or something!"
They might still have a chance for this yet.
OOC: Sorry for the non-post, but kind of pressed for time at the moment.
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on Feb 6, 2009 16:36:56 GMT -5
I thought the guards were using fragmentation grenades, not incendiaries, so I guess Cylo wouldn't be in nearly as bad condition as I thought, just burned up. Everything said still stands though, except maybe 'legless wonder' :P Yay for vagueness!
"Hey!" Cylo protested, "I have legs! They're just," he glanced down at the charred remains, "a little crispy at the moment." An advantage of being a demon is that your inner systems don't work in nearly the same way as a human's, which means that when you get terribly injured, your body doesn't try to go into shock to deal with the pain, and thus you remain quite lucid. Which, in Cylo's case, means you crack jokes about your well-done legs as if it was a perfectly normal occurrence, having them cooked alive.
For a moment he was distracted as he watched Kirien rush off into battle with the dragons. It was bloody scary, really, and that coming from a guy who rushed into a veritable minefield of grenades and bullets as if it was nothing, and made wisecracks about losing valuable body parts. But aside from that, he was simply impressed. The girl was a berserker, and they were notoriously blundering types, but he swore he saw a sort of grace in what she did. It was beautiful, really, and it was the fact that he was too busy staring appreciatively at the demoness that caused him to take a minute before realizing what Rae had done.
"Whoa!" he said, yanking his hand away from hers and stopping the draining of her energy. He gave her an almost defiant look. "I'll be fine, don't sweat it," he said, trying to stress that he didn't want or need her help without sounding too ungrateful, because really, it was a nice gesture and he appreciated it, he just felt she'd be better off running on a full tank in this situation.
Focusing on his less-injured leg, the one that hadn't actually kicked the grenade, he healed it quickly, allowing the rest of his body to remain injured for the sake of having one good leg. As soon as he was able, he used the wall behind him for support and stood on his one good leg. He tried to put some weight on his other leg, but the disgusting, charcoal grinding on charcoal noises it made weren't encouraging.
"Just give it a minute," he said cockily, balancing on one foot as if it were how he always stood. He waved Rae away, but there was a grin on his face to show, he hoped, that he wasn't just being an arrogant prick. He knew what he was doing.
More or less.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Feb 6, 2009 17:49:10 GMT -5
Garion pumped his fist into the air, not able to believe his good fortune. He had found Locke! The voice was muffled, to be sure, but he could tell it was him. Garion didn't even pause to think it might be a trap.
"What do you mean, 'push it?!'. Are you insane? I'm not strong enough to-" Garion froze. It was true... everything. He shouldn't have been able to push Niplik like that... his powers were getting stronger!.
"Get away from the door! I'm going to try it!" Garion looked around for something to toss, but to his disappointment found nothing but Matt.
Garion sighed. This was going to be hard.
He pushed with all of his force, and the door started to buckle and crinkle. But it still would not budge.
"urrrgh... ahhh... MOVE!" Garion slammed both his mind and his two fists into the metal door at once, if only out of sheer frustration. the door went flying into the opposite wall, Garion on top of it, his knuckles bleeding, and the wind knocked out of him.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Feb 6, 2009 21:54:58 GMT -5
Locke stood back as the door exploded in, seeing Garion lying on top of it.
"Garion! Are you ok?" He started to walk towards him before his body screamed at him, he was weaker then he thought. He looked like a mess, his coat ripper and torn, his body cut and bruised, with some small trickles of blood down his arms and his cheeks. He put his hand on the wall to steady himself.
"We...need to find...a way out...should have been four here." He looked up at Matt. "One more, a girl. Don't know where..."
I want to sleep. So tired....
"They are distracted, someones attacking. I don't know if they are allies or not, we should avoid them. Gotta find the way out, and the last captive."
He moved towards Garion, but wasn't sure if he could help him up, he was almost took weak to stand himself.
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Morgan's search of her room would reveal a single vent above the door, heading horizontal. However the vent had a bolted cover on it, to not allow human access. If she was intent on escaping that way, she'd need to find some way to remove the vent.
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Post by matt on Feb 6, 2009 23:11:50 GMT -5
A techno?
Matt wasn't exactly familiar with gifted terminology, nor gifted slang, and thus took Garion's question as literally as one could. He was picturing himself standing in a dark room, alone, strobe lights flashing, techno music blaring, while he danced with a skill he definitely didn't have. Hardly an appropriate thought, considering their situation, but he couldn't help it.
"Uh, no, it's pyrokinesis." He admitted reluctantly, wishing that he was older, smarter, stronger, faster. Wishing that he had more gifts, better gifts, or some control over his gifts, anything to make him feel less useless. He wanted to play hero, and go around saving damsels, but in the end, he needed saving. "Sorry..." He mumbled, his apology hardly audible in his embarassment.
The fact that they seemed to find one more of their fellow captives, the boy Locke, lifted his spirits, and he was nearly grinning, despite everything. As soon as they found out how to get the door open, only Morgan would be left to find, and then, they'd be free! He never thought he'd miss the academy as much as he did then; it was a place far from home, full of people he didn't know or trust, built on foundation he didn't understand. But anywhere, anywhere was better than here, and if he could be there, surrounded by people with superpowers, maybe he could be safe.
And to think, just a few days ago, he was wishing that his life wasn't so ordinary.
His jaw dropped comically when Garion busted the door in, and he uttered an awed "Whoaaa..." at the boy's display of power. But he didn't stay dazzled for long; there were more pressing matters to attend to. For one, Garion flew in with the door, and that landing didn't sound so good.
He quickly shimmied into the room and over to Garion, directing a concerned "Hey, are you okay?" to the room's occupants. He wasn't useless anymore; he could help support either of the wounded boys. He just wished he hadn't been so hasty in wishing he could be of greater help. This wasn't exactly the kind of situation he had in mind.
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Post by Admin on Feb 6, 2009 23:44:16 GMT -5
Stephens's group was on the verge of panic. Yes, they were well trained goons for a secret research facility. But several of their men had just blown up (because Matt doesn't know that much about grenades, and assumed they all went up in flames or shot out plasma), and baldie was using them as weapons. Add on the raging black haired girl, and the axe-wielding pyscho, and well...
"Retreat," ordered Stephens, jerking his head back. He began back-pedaling, firing shots at Kirien, who looked the least shielded. All the while, his eyes went to the quickly healing Cylo, making mental note for his bosses....
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Niplik moaned, twitching, consciousness slowly returning...
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"Time to cut our losses, gentlemen," announced the Director to the air. He nodded, turned, and started walking down the halls at a frenzied pace. "They clearly have talents beyond our ken at the moment. We shall have to devise something to fight back next time. Since we already have the data, there's no reason to hold onto our specimens..."
The Director paused, smiled, and looked up. "But that's no reason to make things easy, now is it?"
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The boys' noise had gotten the attention of a couple of desperate researchers. The two stopped in their tracks, looking at the boys. Neither was armed, nor did they look particularly threatening. Both could hear the Director through earpieces though.
"The girl is in lab 6," offered one. He looked to the other, nodded, and they hurried off.
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Post by morg on Feb 6, 2009 23:48:37 GMT -5
Having finally located a vent, Morgan began enacting a plan. First, she pulled a few chairs over, creating a means to approach the vent. Once this was done, she paused to study it, looking at the bolts and screws. It didn't take her long to figure that she'd need to pull it off somehow, or possibly unscrew bolts. Nothing she could do with bare hands, as she didn't exactly have strength for a Gift.
"Couldn't be easy," she murmured, looking around the room. The room mostly contained various scientific implements. And now that the power was back on: working computers. Morgan studied a few screens, her eyes grazing over the information. Unfortunately, it meant little to her.
"C'mon, gotta be something," she murmured. she began looking about the room in earnest now. At last she settled on a rolling office chair. Sitting down, she quickly worked at dissembling it, wishing she'd seen someone competent do it before (the Cavans weren't exactly handymen). Eventually she worked a leg off, and she slapped it into her hand a few times.
Improvised weapon in hand, Morgan mounted her mass of stuff, and began working on bashing the vent loose.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Feb 7, 2009 9:44:21 GMT -5
Garion lay for a few seconds, not wanting to get up. He felt as one would if he only had an hours sleep and he had to get up for school. He knew he needed to get up, but he wouldn't. His hand reached to his side, but he could find no energy drink. He moaned, and stood up. Slowly and shakily, but he stood up.
"Lets...go." Garion's tiredness was all mental, not physical. He was in better shape than Locke, to be sure. Which led Garion to wonder, what could have Locke been forced to do that caused him to be so tired?
The scientists decided to run by at that point, giving a gleam of information. It was most likely a trap... but they had no other leads. Garion would probably collapse if he had to break down any more doors, so they just had to hope for the best.
Garion turned to Locke, then to Matt, then back to Locke. "So, what do ya think? Lab six it is?"
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Post by matt on Feb 7, 2009 18:36:06 GMT -5
Things were not looking up for the trio. Two of the three were having trouble holding themselves up, and the one who was unscathed didn't have any control over his gift. They were like walking targets, the three of them.
To make matters worse, someone was attacking, and no one knew whose side they were on. If they were bad guys, they'd be in big trouble if they ran into them.
Matt shook his head, sighing. Surely the mysterious invaders were their allies. Wouldn't a school full of superheroes have some kind of Special Defense Team for situations like these?
"It could be a trap, but...it's the best option we have." He told Garion, shrugging his shoulders feebly. He shuffled over to Locke, offering the boy his arm, or his left side, whatever was more appropriate. "You can lean on me. You probably shouldn't be walking around.
"You too, if you want." He added, looking to Garion. He'd have quite the time trying to support two people, but if they couldn't wander around the place until they found an exit, without support, he didn't have much choice.
There better be some kind of flashing neon sign that points to Lab 6, or something...
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Feb 7, 2009 18:42:42 GMT -5
"I'm.." Locke started, wobbling a bit. "I'm fine. I can walk, I just don't think I can do much else." He looked down the hallway after the retreating men. "We're close to getting out, we can't stop here. Let's find Morgan, she's got this kind of thing in her blood." He commented, turning down the hall at a slow pace.
He had to make it out, he just had to.
A loud clang from the direction the two man ran made his ears perk up. "What...was that?" He said, a little concerned.
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'That' would have been the sound of Morgan wailing on the grating with a chair leg. And though it took a few good swings, eventually the grating lost that fight and clattered to the ground, bent and broken. The chair leg was in similar straights. She would notice, looking into the duct, that there was another, far lighter, grate into the outside hallway. Apparently they didn't account for someone IN the system getting out, only people getting into the system from the rooms.
She could probably brake through it with a good kick, but it was a vertical vent, so she'd have to drop out.
Morgan was due for some good luck, which is why one scientist just happened to be standing below said grate, wondering what all the noise was.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Feb 7, 2009 18:54:11 GMT -5
Garion couldn't let himself be carried. It was foolish, Locke was in worse condition and was willing to walk. So would Garion. He peered down the hallway where the noise had come from. People trying to capture other people never clang/i]ed, and they really had no idea where to start.
"I say we go down there." He said, pointing to the hallway where the noise came from. "It's a start, anyway." Garion said this all with faked confidence. He must try to be strong. For his own sanity, if nothing else.
"How good are you with Pyrokenisis? Could you melt a metal door? Weaken it's structure?"
Then Garion turned to Locke. He was a bit uncomfortable taking on a leadership role, especially with Locke there. "What... um.. what do you think about that hallway? Go towards the noise or away?"
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Post by Kiri Honeywater on Feb 7, 2009 18:54:27 GMT -5
She flew along side Star her hand in his in a haze, reason why she was still holding his hand (if he didn't let go). There was so much noise she didn't know where to fly to first. Every noise made her jump slightly. Hall after hall, room after room they passed, no one. He wasn't there. Not there either. The chaos, the racket, the voices still echoing in her mind, everything was getting to the poo fae.
"I can't take this. Where is he?" Kiri looked to Star, her only friend it seemed in this dark place. "Where is he? Where is he?" Frantic she yelled at Star, but not yelling at him just yelling because she couldn't take this anymore. Dropping his hand she zipping forward to a open door.
"Locke! Locke!" Tears flowed in hot anger at the world. "Locke!" By now she was screaming, but it was so soft in her tiny form. Not caring about her safety, only caring about finding him she changed back into her larger form. Glamour covering her in a black dress. "LOCKE!" Again she screamed running down the halls frantically calling for him.
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