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Post by anikatulani on Jul 12, 2012 2:37:30 GMT 1
Not even planning a course of action to take the abhorrent creature known as a Slag down Anika ran forth in a blind rage. Her only thought was to take the bastard down and halt its riotous destruction of her casino, her clientele, and most importantly her dignity. Calamity surrounded her yet her tunnel vision allowed her only the sight of the Slag; its jowls dripping with saliva of ravenous hunger, its cantankerous sight mocking Anika every second that it continues to live, or unlive since it was once originally a vampire.
If only the 20/20 of hindsight was applicable to foresight, then maybe she would have seen that rushing towards the beast without a game plan or wooden stake at a minimum was a fruitless endeavor and would be rewarded with Anika landing smack dab on her keester; alas foresight would carry the wisdom that comes with hindsight. Anika sprinted towards the Slag with the predatorial grace of a cheetah in pursuit of an antelope. She was so certain that the chaos amongst them would shadow her attack on the monster. Surely there were far too many noises and scents around the beast to allow it to discern that it was being hunted as well. Anika grossly miscalculated the abomination; realizing only as she was midleap the grievous error in calculation she made.
Without turning around the slag flung its arm into Anika to knock her back; its strength far underestimated as the brunt force of the impact hurdled Anika across the casino. Anika imagined, as she sailed in the air, that she looked like nothing more than a rag doll being flung away angrily from a temperamental toddler. What felt like an eternity in the air ended up being nothing more than a few seconds if that before crashed into blackjack table, crushing it beneath her from the force exerted upon it. Not wasting a moment more Anika picked up one of the broken legs of the wooden table, the splintering it of it would do nicely for incapacitating the foul thing so it could roast outside come morning.
Ready for round two, and with more of her mental faculties in focus, Anika slowly made her way back to the creature.
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Post by Malach on Jul 12, 2012 4:40:03 GMT 1
Things were getting interesting again for Malach as he watched the enraged vampire launch herself at the Slag.... and promptly go hurtling backwards across the room as it backhanded her away. The wonderfully surprised look on her face as she flew through the air had him laughing quite openly now. He was still laughing as she jumped back up out of the wreckage of the blackjack table, and letting the sleeping Caleb slide to the floor he got to his feet for a better view of the proceedings.
This was far more fun than watching the general panic and mayhem. Most of the people were by now entirely inarticulate with screaming terror and beyond forming even the crudest wish, and that was his game tonight. Once he had his artefact from Caleb he could have done a great deal more than he had but it had pleased him tonight to let them bring the consequences of their desires upon themselves. Well except for the vampire twins he had burned and he pondered a moment where the second one had gone, scanning the room for sight or sound of her amidst the chaos.
“Oh God, I wish I were dead...” A human missing most of the contents of his abdomen courtesy of the Slag lay dying painfully. It caught Malach's attention as it seemed a very strange thing to be wishing for when it could so easily be achieved by drawing the attention of the Slag again or simply waiting a while. Perhaps it was just that it would hurt and so skipping straight to the being dead part was desirable after all, to a human. “Granted” Instantly the wounded man was no more and a second Slag, disoriented by its suddenly accelerated transformation, staggered to its feet with a feral scream, ready to join the first in its frenzied hunt.
Two humans were cowering under a table, one gazing horrified at a bloody gash on the back of his hand as his female companion backed slowly away. “No, no, no it can't be real, it can't be...” his voice tailed away to almost nothing as the horror sank in. “I'm infected. I'm gonna die.” “Oh god John I am so sorry, I wish it wasn't true.” “Granted” John would not die of his infection. That was not what the virus did to Lycan, and a Lycan is what the man now was. His fear and anger tore through him causing him to transform with agonised howls, erupting from beneath the table in his full blown Lycan form, frenziedly hungry and his change rapidly accelerating his immanent transformation to a Worgan.
Malach was quickly distracted from his browsing however when the vampire woman looked like she was ready to take another shot at the first Slag and with a stake this time no less. Malach was delighted. He shifted from foot to foot in excitement. The second Slag was heading off at a tangent, the crowd herded before it towards an annex that they clearly had no idea had no other exit. The Lycan was flailing wildly at vampires who fled past it still seeking exit from the death trap.
Malach picked up an abandoned drink from a table that had near miraculously evaded the destruction so far. It was pink with a straw and a little umbrella in it and he sipped delicately at it as he watched the show with eager anticipation.
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Post by Mathias Leveque on Jul 13, 2012 18:38:02 GMT 1
It was another ordinary uneventful day; the kind Mathias liked. Everyone was behaving themselves. Mathias was bored, he had not see Ryan in awhile and he was worried about him. He had been showing signs of mental instability and that was always worrisome. However, Mathias had something other people did not. He had the ability to turn off his emotions and forget they existed. Frankly, he did not have many emotions if ever; not much more than anger and the occasional outburst of rage. Other than that, he was blissfully emotionless.
Mathias entered his office with the intention of putting his weapons away for the night when a panicked young VSF officer ran into his office. “Sir! There are slags and a worgen in the Arabian Knights!!!” he nearly shouted. Mathias looked at his for a moment while it sank in. “How the hell did they get into the city?” he growled and reholstered his weapons while running back out to his vehicle. He barked orders as he ran for every available officer to get there fast.
Mathias didn’t bother driving, it was faster to run. He could hear the footsteps of other officers buzzing on the ground behind him. It only took moments for them to have the place surrounded. People were running from the place screaming and trampling each other.
Mathias could not find a clear way to get in with the crowds rushing out. “Fuck it.” He growled and dove through the front tempered glass window. The thing shattered with a powdery rain of glass in all directions. Cuts could be mended, a zombie outbreak could not.
He looked in all directions, first noting the grinning creature sipping a drink. His smirk gave him away immediately. Then he saw Caleb incapacitated on the floor and he frowned. Next he saw Anika, his eyes widened. “Councilwoman!” he shouted and pulled his guns. In a flash he changed clips to something more suitable for the creature. .
She would not be left in danger on his watch. It did not matter if she could handle it; it was her duty to stay alive and help govern the city. Drake had his reasons for each councilmember on the board. If anything happened to any of them, it was on his head.
Mathias’s guns flew into his hands as he ran across the room. He vaulted off a broken table, guns blazing as he flew through the air, emptying wood-tipped bullets into the thing, they could not help but hit its heart, incapacitating it. He holstered one gun and pulled another. One shot fired a small 30.06 sized incendiary rocket into the slag, igniting it.
Oddly enough nothing around the slag burned, only the slag, who screamed in pain then stopped suddenly as it turned to ash. He turned to Anika, “I beg you, get your patrons out of here. They need your help.” He commanded. Mathias turned to the Worgen and the other Slag.
He changed the clip on one of his guns, holstered the launcher and pulled the gun with wooden bullets out. Now armed with a gun with silver bullets Mathias ran back toward the broken table. This time one gun firing silver the other firing wood as he did a flip though the air with one gun aimed in each direction..
Each bullet found its target, filling each with enough wood and silver to drop them to the ground, twitching. Once again, Mathias changed guns. The first rocket entered the slag, followed closely by the second into the worgen.
Now it was time to deal with the culprit. His training by his mother, a very powerful witch, helped him to identify exactly what Malach was. “Now for you Djinn. I will not kill you because you are sacred and one of the last of your kind, but you will leave this casino or I will bind you. Do not think that I cannot.”
He holstered his weapons and unbuttoned his shirt so that Malach could see the runes tattooed on his body and know the power he had over him, “You cannot twist my wish, Djinn.” He said flatly, “And I wish for you to leave, now.” He growled and began chanting a spell his mother taught him that would make Malach feel like he was burning from the inside. It would not hurt him but it would feel like it would.
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Post by anikatulani on Jul 19, 2012 4:48:56 GMT 1
Anika proceeded with caution, gauging what would be the best route of attack. These creatures could be in a league all their own. The inhuman creature was blind yet it was none in the least. It’s hearing and smell were super heightened; even with all the commotion it was evident that it would discern between random screaming and chatter to the sounds of someone coming at it.
As she quickly strategized on how to take the abomination down she realized that everything was getting out of hand. Now she found herself staring down the all too scary fact that there was not only the one Slag she was attempting to kill, but two Slags and Worgen. Anika ground her teeth together, her fangs pushing at her lower lip in an attempt to pierce through it. “Fuck my Life!” she cried mentally. She was old and strong as ever, but to face three of these monsters would be extremely testing her resolve. It didn’t matter, they had to be destroyed.
As she stealthily made her way toward the original Slag she heard a loud crashing sound. She turned her head in time to see Mathias amidst a powdery rain of glass. Great, now there yet another item she would have to replace. The irony that if they did not get the situation under control was not lost on her. She heard Mathias below out her title as he realized she was still in the building and intending to take the monster down herself.
Before she even thought to advance after the beast Mathias was already in air releasing round after round of wooden bullets into the thing and finishing it off in an incendiary rocket. Anika made a mental note to arm herself and her closet body guards with the same weapons. She refused to ever feel helpless again. “I beg you,” Mathias yelled after her “get your patrons out of here. They need your help.” He could have just as easily helped them out and let her have after the thing ruining her Casino, but she understood why he did it. He was the head of the VSF and this was his responsibility. Plus the poor guy rarely got a good fight and he’d probably been itching for one. Still didn’t mean he would command her. Anika would let it slide this once since it was said in the heat of the moment.
Anika rushed over to where the other glass wall still remained intact and followed in Mathias’ suit. She dove through the window. The bigger the exit the quicker exiting would be for her patrons. She rolled back onto her feet quickly and began yelling at her patrons to use all openings available to exit. She then ran back inside to help any and all disabled out. She looked around for persons she could help when she spotted a lone man standing in the distance watching the events unfold. Right next to him laid an immobile Caleb what could have possibly taken him out? Her eyes moved back to the person standing to him. Something about his demeanor had an alarm going off in her head. He was not panicking as everyone else in the Casino except for Mathias, but then he was trained for precisely this situation.
Quicker than the blink of an eye Anika was beside the man, Caleb slung over one shoulder, and her hands grasped tightly around the man’s arm. “I don’t know what you’ve done to my Casino. But I will have my answers. Either you come willingly or I will make you. Trust me you won’t like it if I make you. But then again I was cheated out of killing those monstrosities so I could use a punching bag…” She bared her teeth at him. “Which will it be?”
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Post by Malach on Jul 19, 2012 6:18:35 GMT 1
The arrival of the second authoritative vampire as he crashed through the window in a perfectly controlled dark blur, provoked a small yip of delight from Malach. He laughed lightly clapping one hand against the table to applaud the elegance of the vaulting manoeuvre that ended the first slag. His musical laughter rang out again as Anika shattered the other glass wall; there was something so wonderfully delightful about the sight and sound of breaking glass and he watched the sparkling fragments as they spun and fell as powdery rain.
The mewling herd of humans and vampires finally began to clear from the casino allowing Malach an unimpeded view of Mathias and the remaining two monstrosities. He practically cheered in his appreciation as Mathias flipped through the air downing the next two creatures simultaneously. “So beautiful...” Malach purred, momentarily lost in his enjoyment of the pure artistry of Mathias' gracefully murderous technique.
He was snapped from his reverie when the vampire woman blinked into his perceptions close beside him and snatched up Caleb, still wrapped in the strange suede-like blanket before grasping his arm. Malach pulled a petulant face at the vampire. “I?” he sounded affronted at the very suggestion.“I have done nothing. They have what they wished for,” he murmured playfully in his musical voice that none the less carried through the hall as clear as a bell, “...nothing more and nothing less...”
He frowned at her then for a myriad of reasons, “...and you cannot make me do anything.” A liquid green phosphorescence flowed down the naked flesh of his arm toward her hand where she held him, a shimmering heat haze betraying first the scalding, flesh-melting heat that it carried. “See that you take care of my little Remora,” he whispered sibilantly to her, “...for I have already taken care of those who harmed him.”
Malach turned then and gazed with great curiosity into the beautiful ice blue eyes of the VSF Chief as the vampire stepped up to confront him. He smiled sweetly at the vampire's instant recognition of his nature, both amused and flattered, and his mind already imagining new games to play with such an intriguing creature. Mathias' violent actions had been poetry in motion. His expression slowly faded again to a frown at the new threats and then became almost a scowl as they completely sank in.
Curiosity gave way to dismay as Malach caught sight of the runes that adorned Mathias' body, and then to shock as he began to chant. “Enough Magister! It is Granted!” Malach hissed, the drink glass dropping through his hand to shatter dramatically on the tiled floor as his body began to dissolve into shimmering golden mist. His pained expression was putting a sharper, more feral, cast to his features and his bright jewelled eyes were sunken with that darkest and most unaccustomed of emotions to the Djinn... fear.
“As you wish, I am gone from this place...” his voice chimed out from the golden glow. No more now than a swirl of glitter, Malach rose like smoke into the air and flowed out of the shattered windows to disappear into the night. The game had been played out to its rather unexpected conclusion, and the unexpected was a rare and precious thing indeed. Malach would remember the vampire and perhaps they would meet again. For now, there was an entire City laid out beneath him and so very many games yet to be played.
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Post by Mathias Leveque on Jul 30, 2012 10:45:35 GMT 1
Mathais watched as the Djinn began to leave and stopped his chanting. He quickly rebuttoned his shirt to hide the runes then looked at Anika. His expression was less than happy.
"Councilwoman...I show respect to the council as an example to those who reside here. There is a reason I am in the position I am in. I am trained in the procedures needed to retain order and discipline in MY city regarding all living species on this planet." he checked his guns, reloaded and holstered his weapons. "You are not." he said flatly.
"I do not answer to you, you answer to me and I answer only to King Drake. I was under the impression that you knew this." He paused and walked to the window he came through. "There is a lesson to be learned here, councilwoman. One that I am in no mood to teach. I could take you in for disobeying a direct order from a senior VSF officer but I am in no mood to deal with spoiled royalty." he took a step through the glass and looked back into the casino, "Besides, someone needs to clean up this mess." he looked back at Anika, "See that you remain in the building until the decontamination unit clears you of infection or I will put a bullet through the pretty little head of yours. We can't have slags running around, however beautiful they were as vampires."
He began to take another step but stopped, "Oh and, I will be reporting this to the King. There may be an interro...Investigation." With that, he exited through the window and walked off calling out orders. "Seal this place off, the councilwoman has been exposed, see that she is disinfected immediately."
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Post by anikatulani on Aug 2, 2012 4:05:32 GMT 1
Anika thought herself capable of retaining the Djinn. She was a centuries old vampire. One with strength and speed on her side, yet snatching up the Djinn was setting off alarms in her head that this might not have been a good idea. The warning bells turned into roaring, blaring alarms hence he spoke.
“…and you cannot make ME do ANYTHING.” Her eyes flew to him immediately. Quickly enough to see a green liquid substance begin to flow down his arm. She released him as if he were on fire and spreading it to her. As the Djinn continued to talk she assumed that Remora was Caleb Vyne who still sat perched upon her shoulder.
When Mathias began speaking in chant the demeanor of the Djinn changed. No longer assured he now seemed fearful and angry. He hissed and seethed at Mathias but left very shortly after he began chanting. That when Mathias turned his icy glare onto her.
Anika stared at Mathias as he talked to her, a council woman, as if she were a common human. A turbulent fury coursed through her as she looked down on him indignantly. How dare he talk to her in such a manner? If it had not shocked her at his blatant disregard of her she would have had his head at the very moment he opened his mouth in disrespect. In the same manner though the very thought that someone as devilishly handsome as he would stand up to her, a Lady of high standings who took bullshit from no one, was heavily arousing. She stamped it down though, for it would be taken as a sign of weakness. Maybe at a later time she would find other ways to require Mathias’ services.
She kept her chin held high and would not let him have the upper hand of belittling her. There were so many retorts, so many witty replies she could have used, yet she showed her dignity more by not bowing to his level just because he was angry at the fact that she wanted answers as to why the Djinn wanted to destroy her club. She deserved the answers she sought to find. Could he not understand that being a man of justice? She couldn’t just let the possibility of the man responsible for the travesty escape. She deserved justice for her club and for her patrons. If she could not could not protect them and ensure their safety then what good is it for them to grace her halls? What good is it for her to be a council woman if she could not protect her people?
She couldn’t think of it anymore. She couldn’t take Mathias talking down on her, calling her spoiled royalty.
“Mathias I get your angry. But I could not let the possibility of the person responsible getting away; which he did, by the way. The people I employ, and the patrons who visit within these walls are my responsibility as well. They deserve justice! They expected my protection and I failed them! Be angry all you want. Talk to the King tell him I defied you, do whatever it is you feel you must do. But know that I did what I felt I had to in order to see that the people that graced my halls to have their justice. “
With that she said no more and waited for the other VSF agents to disinfect her.
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