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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Jan 23, 2009 22:22:04 GMT -7
Jules stayed where he was as Corrigan started after Terry. It was useless. Terry was a werewolf and could move like the wind if needed. Jules was not going on some chase. He felt childish, but for God sake...
Kate came back and started dishing out orders. Jules raised a brow. This woman knew what she was doing. He appreciated that. She started towards a car and Jules followed close behind. But not before threatening to open Hell itself on an agent if he didn't guard Julius's equipment with his life. Julius had his guns under his coat, which, hopefully, was all he needed.
(OOC: It's short, I know. I'm brain dead right now.)
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Post by loki2 on Jan 23, 2009 23:08:31 GMT -7
The shriek of metal being rent apart caused Leon to involuntarily cast a look over his shoulder even as he continued to run. What he saw caused him to miss a step and do a face plant in the snow: Somehow, someway, Terry the werewolf had literally torn a hole through the metal fence! Leon began to entertain thoughts that Terry really was a werewolf.
"Hey! Stop running! We both know that I'm gonna catch ya' sooner or later, so don't make this hard on yourself!"
As if, Leon thought; he wasn't about to give up that easily. The fall had knocked his hat off - and the apartment grounds were bathed in sunlight. Well now, for once a stumble in life had actually aided him. Leon felt a rush of energy flood his body and sprang to his feet. He sprinted the few metres left to the apartment building and paused only long enough to focus on a destination. The third floor fire escape. Tearing off his sunglasses to allow as much sunlight into his system as possible, Leon flung out both hands and fired a large burst of psionic energy at the ground. The snow flattened all around him and he was propelled up to the cast iron grate surrounding the fire escape. He caught the grate and hauled himself over. The door was obviously locked, but another psionic blast dented the door so badly the locking mechanism no longer worked.
Unable to resist, Leon turned back and gave Terry the finger, sticking his tongue out even, before ducking inside. It had been immature, it had been childish, and it had been a stupid waste of time, but damn it had felt good!
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Post by fuzzy on Jan 23, 2009 23:24:52 GMT -7
The guy gave him the finger? Aviators-man had no idea what he could do, then. Terry checked the brick building out. It was old, very old, and his eyesight managed to pick out the fact that the rock was extremely porous...and extremely dry, as it was winter. While not necessarily crumbly, it would give him more than enough lift to get up to the fire escape. Terry did the claw-trick again and grunted in pain as they sprang out, tinting the snow beneath him red. With one swipe he cut off his shoes and grew two-inch claws grew out of his toes. Terry swayed with pain as the skin flew off his feet, but soon got himself under control. He lept a good 15 feet up to the wall, and started climbing. Even Terry was surprised that he could accomplish such a trick, though he hated to ruin his best pair of shoes. A few seconds of strenious climbing, and Terry was up to the grating, and slashed it open with a few swipes of his claws. Crouching down on the grating, he retracted his claws, wincing in pain as he did so. Irritated because of the pain and the fact that this other guy was being totally uncooperative, Terry whipped out one of his P19's, and sent a slug flying a few inches away from the man's head. The high-powered slug tore through the cast iron grating and slammed into the brick behind.
"I'm not jokin' around anymore! You move up that fire escape any more and I will shoot you!"
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Post by loki2 on Jan 24, 2009 1:43:57 GMT -7
Holy hell! There was just... no way! This wasn't happening! It was like something out of the cheap horror movies Leon had loved as a kid. Only it wasn't; it was REAL. And it was after him!
The surreality of it all unhinged him and he tripped again, twisting his ankle on the stairs and going down hard as the bullet sank into the brick where his head had been. Oh hell! Instinct and raw terror took over Leon's body and once again he discarded reasoning and common sense; the younger man reached to the small of his back where his Beretta rested and he drew it, automatically thumbing the safety off and aiming as best he could.. "Get away from me, Terry!" Leon shouted, a slight warble of fear offputting the command he'd tried to inject into it.
All that sunlight... and the adrenaline racing through his blood... Leon could feel the pressure building right between his eyes.
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Post by alia on Jan 24, 2009 10:15:27 GMT -7
It had started off simple and innocent really. A simple act of gathering coffee for the BPRD field agents that would be gathering. It was a kind gesture and, not to mention, Alia had difficulties functioning with out a daily dose of caffeine and most certainly could not return to the site without bringing some back for everyone, just in case. The line at the hole in the wall coffee shop filtered through rather quickly and the transaction that followed had her gathering her tray of coffee cups in no time at all. With a glance at her wrist watch she knew she'd more than likely get back to the scene just as everyone was gathering, being as she was a mere block or two away.
Unfortunately the real trouble came as soon as she rounded the coffee shop, with her scarf tied neatly around her neck and a small satisfied smile place neatly on her lips. The cold metallic gleam shone brightly off the pistol that was shoved into her face, its wielder buried in a hooded sweatshirt that was two sizes too big. Alia blinked in an attempt to make sense of everything before the man (or boy) could speak.
"Give me your purse!"
Alia allowed her brow to wrinkle. "Excuse me?"
It took the man but a second to realize she had no such accessory attached to her persons. "Your wallet! Give me your wallet!" He fidgeted, glancing left and right.
"Forgive me but, are you actually mugging me? You know I've never been mugged before so I need to know if this truly is one so I can act appropriately."
The assailant began to fidget even more, attempting to cock the gun but his trembling thumb making the process more akin to brain surgery. Alia was of course stalling, in hopes that some pedestrians would be walking by at any moment to scare the man off, it was Manhattan after all. Sadly Alia's nose hadn't caught the scent of anyone remotely close to her location. It was just her luck really.
"I'm serious lady!" The tremble in his hands finally reached his voice and just as Alia was about to move to her last resort he keen hearing picked up bits and pieces of Dr. Corrigan's alarmed dialogue which was quickly followed by the wind carrying the unmistakable scent of werewolf and addrenaline. Her eyes widened and suddenly the man's threats were white noise. Their mark was on the move.
Without a second of hesitation Alia tossed the coffee tray. The scalding hot liquid hit the man square in the chest, a sad waste of caffeine, cream, and sugar. Startled, he stumbled back a step, only to have his once victim bulldoze past him, knocking the man right off his feet. Once she'd passed the man, he was nothing but a glimmer of a memory, as her sights were set solely on playing catch-up, as well as hoping none of the agents were going to get hurt.
Now with them all on the move, the most logical step was to follow the werewolf who she easily assumed was one of her fellow agents and was quite possibly closer to their target than they all were. Ducking down an alley she attempted a short cut and hoped her speed would get her there soon enough.
ooc. Forgive me for not spotting this thread sooner, and also forgive part of my rambling post :[
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Post by ggi on Jan 24, 2009 12:40:17 GMT -7
As Dr. Mayfair, sans equipment, slipped into the passenger-side seat, Kate started the black sedan. The traffic officer glared at her openly as she flashed the color bar and pulled into traffic. The diversion of the cars might have been bad for commuters, but with the flow suddenly cut off, Kate was able to maneuver down the street with considerable speed.
The alley Terry had jogged down was narrow enough that if she pulled the car in, they'd likely be unable to open both of the doors. This was inconvenienced further by the fact that she couldn't see either the man in the coat or Terry. Kate threw the car into park and stepped out just far enough to get a decent look at the alleyway. The chain link fence across the alley was torn to shreds—from here, though, it looked like the lock was still firmly in place—and she could just make out the crimson splatters across the snow. Kate's stomach twisted silently as she considered the evidence. A gunshot rang out and, even without super hearing, it didn't take her very long to realize that its origin was one of the higher floors of the apartment complex down the alley.
Ooc: Apologies for the short nature of this post.
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Jan 24, 2009 15:10:24 GMT -7
As she stopped the car, Julius removed the strap off his left holster just in case. He got out and took in the situation as Kate was no doubt doing. the blood, the ripped fence, and as Jules looked up, could see gauge marks in the wall of the building, small chunks of plaster and brick crumbled to the ground. Terry. There was a shot and Jules drew his weapon quickly. He was a fair shot, but he hated to use it.
He came around the car to stay closer to Kate, unsure if she had a gun too. He held his gun with both hands to steady, looking around for where the shot came from. He heard Terry's voice echoing and then a response. He started down the alleyway, looking up. he didn't go far. He felt it, like a thumping in his chest. Something was building. He couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"Dr. Corrigan... back out of the alley."
It wasn't magic. He knew the feel of magic. It was something else and it was growing. A small tick started in his head and he put his weapon to his side, bringing up his right hand and bit into his finger, drawing blood. He winced at the crudeness and the pain. He did this as he walked back to Kate. The Loa were nagging at him. As he drew the blood, the voices became clearer. He spat blood onto the ground and rolled his eyes upward, calling to first Legba and he felt the gates opening. Ayezan, protector of public places, doors and barriers, was calling to him.
-He's gonna do it agian! He's gonna blow up another buildin'!-
"Oh crap."
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Post by fuzzy on Jan 24, 2009 16:09:39 GMT -7
OoC: Leon, if you've got a problem with this, I can change it. ----------------------------- The guy drew a gun and pointed it at Terry. He really didn't know who he was dealing with, did he? >>>"Get away from me, Terry!"<<< At this, aviators-man's eyes started glowing faintly, then Terry realized. If this guy loses control, the building's coming down, kind of like the last one. Terry wasn't stupid, he knew if he didn't do something soon, he'd be in trouble. So he aimed. His finger pulled the trigger smoothly, the bullet went from the chamber to the barrel and left in a plume of steam. It flew, and hit aviators-man's gun on the side of the barrel, clipping it out of his hands. Terry jammed his gun back in its holster and ran at the other guy, putting on a burst of adrenaline-aided speed. "Sorry, when ya' wake up, I hope you don't hate me!" Terry swung a large hand, calloused and oft-broken knuckles making contact with aviators-man's jaw. He pulled the punch as to not break anything, but still, it looked like it hurt. Hopefully, knocking him out wouldn't cause some major psychic meltdown.
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Post by loki2 on Jan 29, 2009 4:58:20 GMT -7
Leon yelped in surprise as the large slug tore the Beretta out of his hands. Were those rounds even legal? No further time was given to muse over this as Terry flew at him with blinding speed, fist cocked and ready. Leon's martial arts training took over. A part of his subconscious must have realized right away that to block the incoming blow would most probably shatter his arm, so Leon did the opposite: Tilting back slightly, Leon let his body go limp as Terry's fist connected with his jaw, rolling with the blow. Leon still saw stars as he blacked out for a second, and his world became nothing but pain as his back slammed into the iron balcony surrounding the fire escape. Leon felt and heard one of his ribs snap, the small click cutting through the thunderous ringing in his head. For a split second he'd honestly thought a pair of trains had collided on top of him.
And with the loss of sense came a loss of control. Eclipsing even the pain he was in, Leon felt a sudden glorious release of pressure in his head: One whole side of the building suddenly began to fissure, the ancient brick cracking audibly. Then the fire escape lurched. Leon immediately came to his senses, but the damage had been done. With a groan of metal and the crunch of brick the whole structure came loose, pieces of wall and piping pulled outward in it's wake. Leon managed to jump clear of the collapsing iron wreckage and cushioned his fall in the snow further with a roll -which brought a vicious stab of pain, but hey, it could have been worse. Looking back he saw Terry the werewolf had been unable to get clear of the stairwell where he had been pursuing Leon and had become tangled in the wrought iron mess as it came down. He didn't appear to be conscious.
Leon sighed with relief, then backed into the shade and collapsed in the snow; the coolness seeped through his jacket and soothed the raging fire that was his back, and eased the steady ache in his jaw. He knew there was a very good chance that Terry's teamates were coming, but man, he so did not want to get up just yet. Shock was setting in, and adrenaline was quickly burning him out. Not to mention his head still sang like a cat with its balls caught on the fence. One minute... that was all he needed... just one measly minute!
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Post by alia on Jan 31, 2009 14:44:18 GMT -7
Trusting her instincts as well as her acute senses Alia sprinted through the alley ways, rounding corners with such speed she was glad they were virtually empty so as not to risk running head on into an unsuspecting bystander. Regardless the wolfess felt her heart begin to pound as it rushed oxygen to her steadily working muscles and for a second felt it nearly seize when she heard the first gun shot. Silently Alia mouthed a prayer, hoping she wasn't too late, and hoping her legs could carry her just a little faster.
Finally the werewolf's scent grew so strong she was sure he must only be a handful of yards away, not to mention the werewolf had left a decent amount of evidence in its wake, such as the ripped open fence. Once close enough it became evident that she would only have precious seconds to act. She noted the other two bodies not far off, one she easily assumed was Dr. Corrigan, but the sound of brick scraping against brick and the unmistakable feel of doom lingering in the air forced her to focus in on the rag doll of a body that was unable to escape the iron mass that had once been stairs.
Alia forced her body into a partial shift, doubling the muscle in her arms and legs as well as letting loose her talon like claws, all of which she did while racing to the unconscious man's aide. Like a marionette cut from its strings, the man fell from the iron mass as it began to plummet. With a great leap Alia caught him in the air, propelling the both of them out of the way of the crashing iron and brick. Unfortunately her landing was not so graceful, and the two rolled across the snow, him tightly in her grasp as if he were a child....a big man child. But once the two rolled to a stop, Alia went quickly to her feet, half carrying, half dragging the man away from where the other lay on the snow.
Who knew what that man, or thing, was capable of and at this point it was best to take no chances.
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Jan 31, 2009 23:03:55 GMT -7
(Sorry Kate, if you have a problem with what I'm doing, i can change it.)
Metal grating against metal and brick crumbling as the mental explosion...exploded. All the pent up enegry was released and Jules felt it like a shock wave. Ayezan screamed in his ear as he turned. In one swift movement, he had his Colt in it's holster and he was tackling Corrigan out of the ally as the metal fire escape and most of the side of the building came down into the ally. There was screaming from somewhere, Jules couldn't tell from where.
They landed in a dirty snow drift as the air settled from brick dust, snow flurries, and everything else that wanted to be in the air right now. He coughed as he winced, a hand going to his shoulder.
"Kate." he said, dropping formalities, "Kate... are you alright?"
The Loa were talking in his ear, whispering like the wind through a field. Julius had to focus. He had to... to do... He closed his eyes and started to Trance. The Loa were lessing their grip on him. he was burning through his energy too quickly but the job wasn't over yet. His quick breathing from sudden adrenaline rush became slower...slower... and he opened his eyes slowly. His pupils were pin pricks as he stood. He moved sluggishly at first and then as he warmed up, not seeing. Not hearing anything, he moved forward, his Colt was drawn and he moved through the twisted metal.
There were sirens coming towards them, A large black van slid to the mouth of both ends of the ally as Jules moved to the dark mass, his gun pointed. From his pocket, he removed the vile of his Zombie Powder. In the exhausted state the suspect had to be in, he would be susceptible to it. he pulled the stopped out with his teeth, the gun still trialing on Leon.
"In the name of the BPRD and the United States Government, you are hereby arrested. You are to be detained by the BPRD. Failer to comply will result in you getting a nose full of this and I will be forced to do my bidding for as long you I wish. Do you understand?" His Scottish burr was thicker then usual because of the state he was in. The Trance did this to him. He looked at Leon, waiting.
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Post by loki2 on Feb 2, 2009 10:24:52 GMT -7
Ok, this all HAD to be a dream - a very painfully convincing dream, but there was no way this could all be... well, real. Attempting to push himself up one elbow, Leon glanced up at the man who was yelling something at him. "Care to run that one by me again, mate?" he retorted, his fatigue causing his own Manchester accent to come to the forefront. Ok, fine, he'd gathered the older man in front of him wanted to arrest him, big surprise, but why... why were there so many voices floating around the man's head? As taut as his nerves were, he could hear just about every surface thought that crossed Julius' mind. Zombie powder? Loa? What the hell were those things? Yeah. He wanted to be forced to snort something called zombie powder. That sounded like a GREAT idea! "Stick it up your poncey ass, you old prat," Leon growled. He didn't know what this BPRD was, either, but he was fairly certain he did not want to find himself there. If they employed werewolves and men who talked to voices in their heads and tried to get you to snort unknown substances Leon didn't want to be anywhere near it. Who knows what would happen to him!
Pain etched his young face as he slowly crawled backward away from the strange man. A normal person might have been frozen into complacency by the gun pointed at them, but Leon had definitely proven by now that he wasn't the most normal person out there - nor the brightest. As of right now, he was far more anxious of the man himself and his wierd-ass powder. Each movement sent flames of agony shooting up his body, and Leon actually had black spots dancing in front of his eyes. He needed to get away now.
Screw this...
Leon's eyes suddenly flashed and he used a burst of telekinesis to push the good crazy doctor's gun hand away from him. In the same instance he pushed himself off the snow and rolled forward, aiming for the sunlight. He made it, but in payment for his little stunt his head and back hurt so damn bad all he could do was lie in the snow and struggle to breathe - again. But at least he was in direct sunlight now, and he could feel his power returning, the pressure building once more. This time though, he welcomed it. Leon had a feeling he would need everything he could muster to get away from these people; going with them was simply not an option. He refused to be locked away for the rest of his life as some government guinea pig!
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Post by ggi on Feb 6, 2009 15:52:52 GMT -7
OOC: Sorry for the crazy delay, everyone! I hope this is okay! :3 I wasn't too sure where to go with this, but if anyone has a problem, I'll rewrite it.
Kate stared with wide eyes as a fissure spread down the side of the building. Her eyes darted across the facade of brick, mentally tallying the destruction and how quickly it spread, and she was startled when Dr. Mayfair suddenly came down across her side and sent both of them sprawling in the snow, just outside the alley. Dust settled and Kate sat up, coughing, as Dr. Mayfair stood.
“Kate...are you alright?” Kate waved him off as she coughed and pulled herself out of the snow. He hadn't hesitated for her answer, not that he'd needed to, and by the time Kate had stood up, he had his gun out, a vial of indeterminate powder in his hands, and was approaching the fallen suspect.
Kate tried to take in the destruction all at once—the building facade had been cracked clean off, taking half the plumbing with it, and the suspect was collapsed in the snow just beyond the debris. Her eyes searched for Leon briefly, and instead found a woman dragging the unconscious werewolf toward the mouth of the alley. Judging by how little effort she was exerting, she was probably their belated fourth member. Kate's attention was drawn sharply as a van screeched up behind her requisitioned vehicle and a cadre of black clad agents poured out.
“Two around the other side, I want three here with me,” Kate ordered, a slight hitch in her voice as the dust she'd inhaled asserted itself. The agents split up without question and the remaining three stood at the ready. “We need an ambulance—.” One of the three interrupted her, saying something about it being 'en route' but Kate didn't see which had spoken.
Kate's attention turned back to the alleyway and the half conscious man in the snow near Dr Mayfair. The man was face-down, panting, and looking quite worse for the wear. Julius, who still had his gun out—Kate's mind raced and she eyed the damaged building and the exposed pipes, several of which were pouring water, and she withheld a curse. There was a very real possibility there were multiple broken gas-lines, and the last thing they needed was a shoot out in a poorly ventilated alleyway.
Today missions were about muggings, ghosts, and a building that had a bad boiler—how had it gotten quite this complicated in so little time?
“Agents, lower your weapons,” Kate said over her shoulder and the agents behind her radioed the order across to the pair that had gone around back. She stared across the alley at Dr Mayfair and the fallen man—she couldn't well shout across the alley at them, but Julius seemed like an intelligent man—though if he inadvertently blew her up, she'd have to reconsider that assessment.
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Feb 7, 2009 0:17:48 GMT -7
He barely heard her through the trance. It was too late anyway for him to lower his weapon because it was knocked from his grip. His hand smacked against the rubble of the fallen building, the gun dropped into the snow, thankfully not going off. As Jules felt his hand moving in a way he didn't make it, he brought his other up.
Jules crushed the delicate vile of Zombie Dust in his hand, releasing the powder. He took a deep breath and released the fine powder into the air. Jules had built up an immunity for this powder, so it wouldn't harm him in anyway.
Agents were filling the openings of the alleyway. Their weapons weren't drawn. He could feel a throbbing in between his eyes, he was using up too much energy. First the Loa, a Trance, now this. He wished someone would just shoot this bastard or use a stun gun or something.
( OOC: Sorry Leon! ^__^;; )
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Apr 14, 2009 20:40:12 GMT -7
I Suggest This Thread Be Closed
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