Revision as of 06:05, 6 September 2014

Participants

• Anbessa
• Benjamin
• Core
• Cyrus
• Epsilon
• Loveblade
• Randel
• Seguro
• Thelergramor

Date

6/9/2014

Log

Shaking with the increase in wind as it whistled through the buildings, now hollow and open to the elements, much of their glass having fallen due to the Nanites action on the Silicon putty, fixative and screws holding the large, heavy glass in place, the streets covered in dagger-sharp spikes except where lanes were cleared, now made treacherous by the groups inability to clearly see what they were stepping into or on. The layers of glass from the tall sky-scrapers piled many feet high, but here, now Randel had taken his cue from Anbessa's observation of the third story window at the Skunkworks, where movement was seen. Randel prepared himself to launch at the site, while Anbessa prepared himself for a decent to the group. Thelergramor, in a fit of frustration at the ice, had decided to start shooting at it with a high-velocity nail-gun. The ricochet hitting Benjamin in the nose and going deep into his head, almost too deep, but thankfully, not. Cyrus, mad with her heat, had latched onto Randel as his battle-lust had caused him to become erect, harming herself on his crystal cocks, she was in no state for rational thought, yet.

The rest of the group was placed in different states of readiness, expecting enemy action, soon, we find ourselves about to breach the factory, and hopefully, the Lair.

Cyrus looks up as she tracks Randel and whimpers as the quartet of cocks she had been pursuing leaves her range. The fog slowly begins to clear as she loses wind of the heavy masculine scent, but her tentacles continue to play with her holes, keeping her from attaining rational thought. She whines needfully and lies on her back in the snow as the tendrils continue pump in and out of her two holes, other sprouting from underneath her fur to fill her aching need. It seemed increasingly clear she was not going to be of much use in this state.

Anbessa's gloved hand grips tightly at the cold metal of the hand railing as he steps slowly down the fire escape, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he makes his way down. While the process was a bit slow, it was better than going into the building and not being able to provide cover very well. With his eyes sometimes glancing over towards the others, he returns to his slow descent. All he can hope for now is that nothing sees him pass by the windows for now, he should be fine... But as he hears Randel's shout, his eyes return towards the group just in time to see the Shadow Dragon begin his flight. Stopping at the landing that he has gotten to so far, he brings his free hand up to heft up his AUG before bringing it to bear, feeling the cold stock press against his shoulder as his eyes as he braces himself for what he knows is going to be intense recoil. With the tip of his boot poking between the bars as a little bit of extra bracing, he observes through his scope... Hopefully, he has a little bit of time to help before he has to resume moving.

Seguro pulls a nail free from cat boy skull with a pair of plyers, the large nail slipping free with small bits of gore still attached. Seguro then applies a Liquid Bandage to the wound to steam the bleeding. The dragon hisses to the cat boy. "There give it a few seconds for the medical nanties to work and you should be as good as new." The dragon calls to Randel over the com unit. "Would you like us to fallow behind you, it's dangerous to go it alone. I could fly the cat boy up to the window you are entering through, but we might be in better shape if we left the fox outside to stand guard."

Thelergramor isn't bothered in the slightest by all the ricocheting carpenters nails. He's somewhat amused by it, really. And, as Benjamin complains and asks why he was shot, the fox simles and looks to him. The smile hidden behind his scarf as he speaks: "I didn't shoot you. It was the ricochet. Relax. Your head is still attatched." The fox is less than concerned by the actions of the group; let them fly with their fancy wings! "Hey, anyone see a window at ground level?" Thel looks for a nearby window. Moving about the building as needed. Segs talk of standing guard gets no response. Not like anyone here is in any position to command him...

Epsilon braced herself as she hears Randel shouting, her hand gripping painfully her spear as her regard grazed at the building then at the group. Mostly trying to ignore the snow, she was readying her body for action against whatever it was. But then she looks back at the group and curse herself as she was oblivious to what occured to everyone specifically. "Crap... my head... Feels like my head got squished... can barely remember what happened...". Upon closer inspection, she notices Benjamin's wound and Cyrus' situation. She desesperatly says, "Why didn't i reacted earlier on...".

Core has climbed the watchtower and is standing beneath the trap door leading to the top; she is shivering miserably in the cold, the workout from the climb having done little to dull the chill. Hearing Randel take to the air, she decides now is as good a time as any - she steadies the trap door open with one hand and attempts to climb through as discreetly as she can. "Dear lord," she whispers, "let this not have been a terrible idea."

Benjamin growls and moans as he tries to sit up, that nail still firmly lodged in his nose. The catboi was suffering painfully as he claws at his face trying to dig out the iron rod he had been hit with while cursing Thelergramor fiercely for his stupidity. "Fuck you asshole! You shot me!" He mewls in pain as Seguro pries the nail from his nose and applies a liquid bandage, nodding slowly as shi tells him to leave it alone while it heals. When she says she was going to carry him up with hir to join Randle he jumps as the chance to get away from Thel. "Yeah I agree with Seguro."

Randel focusing in the sighting of movement, he leaps towards the third floor window. Thankfully he's able to shrug off the cold with the help of his nanites, otherwise, the wings would have flapped themselves off his back from the supernaturally harsh cold weather. In his rush, he doesn't quite aim right, but plows partly 'around' a window like some hulk. His upper half is inside, neck craned in as he gouges claws semi-awkwardly into the wall, making his own toe-holes. It appears he fell short of his target, from four jagged 'things' getting caught into the wall. It is unnerving at how much damage those things did to the masonry.

The ice flows gently down to fill the puddle created by both Randel and Cyrus's Thermal Nanomagics, making the footing even more treacherous as ice-cold water fills what amounts to a natural skating rink on the ground. Water is blown in all directions as Randel jumps up on his powerful legs, the thrust followed by a beat of his massive wings with the force needed to reach the window, the 18000lbs of Shadow Dragon barrels into the wall like a cannon-shot, making the entire building shake as though hit by a wrecking ball, which in a way, it was.

Scrambling to get inside, you see Randels claws dig deep into the cold mortar and brick, cinder blocks crumbling enough in some places that his toes catch on metal girders, now naked and exposed, and a portion of wall falls open to expose the interior (Those closest to the wall, Seguro, Benjamin, Thelergramor. +roll Evasion for falling debris and icicles/snow from above) The water tower shakes from the impact as Core moves inside the interior, just as Randel hits! (Core, +roll Climb and +roll Strength) the tower shivering from the impact and sheets of ice falling from it with a chime like crystal as it shatters, daggers falling from the sky and the snow on the roof of the converted water tower sliding off to fall below with a thump. From inside the Factory, there is a grind as if metal on metal were impacting hard, and the shriek of many, many voices all at once, along with mad giggles and ear-shattering ROAR of something...Big.

The icicles fall from overhead, along with shards of brick and mortar, only by pure luck avoiding most of you as the ground shakes, the one irony being Thelergramor, who is struck directly on the left shoulder by falling trim, the brick and metal hitting him from above with 300lbs of brick, metal and ice in a glancing blow, shattering his collarbone.

Core climbs inside the tower, despite the minor earthquake created by the impact, the entirety shivering and rocking, disloging further ice. A large rift opens in the wall, where bricks fell, making another door big enough for a Randel to get through.

(RPNote from Loveblade. Thelergramor was not hit by the falling ice, having succeeded in their roll, while Benjamin received the strike to the shoulder. Thank you.)

Anbessa squints a bit as the scope nears his eye while his shoulder braces his rifle, him hands gripping tightly at his cold weapon to steady his aim. Sure enough, he is soon able to steady up further... Though immediately what he sees makes his eyes widen as he quickly feels his left eye become covered by it's own green light as he opens up his internal COM device. "Hey, big man!" Randel gets a ping sent towards him. "Up above. Catwalk, there is someone hanging off the railing." With his eyebrows lowering, he lets out a soft whine at the distance he has from them all while a large part of him wishes he could help. "Think she is a victim. If you got a moment, think you can help her out? I gotta keep moving so I can meet up with you all." With a grunt, he steadilly reraises from his crouched position before he returns his attention towards the cold steel of the fire escape... Crap. Steadilly, he peeks over the edge of the railing... Not too far of a way down. Time to speed up the process! With a short 'Alley oop!', the human grips with his free hand before he tries to vault up and over the railing. Luckilly, while he is only on the second floor landing of the fire escape, he doesn't have TOO much of a fall... Hope the snow is soft!

Seguro looks up in time to see the debris falling toward hir, without hesitation the solar dragon lets loose with hir mirror wave power, a shock wave travels out from the dragons body deflecting most of the ice of the ice away from hir and the cat. .Seguro then scoops Benjamin in one of hir great paws, once hir passenger is settled, the golden dragon leap into the air with push of hir powerful legs and a flap of hir glowing wings in the direction of the watch tower. Once shi arrives at watch tower, the dragon moves to a side with a busted window, treading air, extending a golden scaled paw shi drops the cat boy on to the external walk way to provide fire support for core.

Thelergramor dives off to the side, rolling away from the debris. The fox remains on the ground for a moment; hands on his helmet before realising he wasn't hit. Standing quickly, the fox brushes some snow off himself, picks up his dropped auto-hammer and glares at Benji, not caring he was hit really. He'll be fine. "Right. So, inside then. Unless everyone would rather leave me out here?"

Seeing that Benjamin was left in good hands with Seguro tending to his wound, and being mostly left unscattered frombthe shaking, Epsilon mostly focused her mind on the building. While she could use her own wings, he doesn't know how and instead would rather try her luck at climbing the builiding by herself, leaving her halberd on her back.

Core groans as the tower shakes around her, clinging on for dear life. "How the hell did I go from Joe Handy to Indiana Jane. Why am I the one up here..." She twitches her ears. She scans the tower interior, blinks, and approaches the radio she sees there, speaking into it: "Hello? Hello! HELLO! Where are you? Respond if you can hear me!... wait a minute..." She shouts out to the others: "HEY! There's a radio in here broadcasting from inside the factory, sounds like some pretty damn scared people in there - " again into the radio - "hold on! Hold on! Uh, the big black dragon guy is friendly! Hold on! Er, shit."

Benjamin gasps as he watches the glass falling towards him and as he tries to dodge away, Seguro uses some kind of power to knock most of the glass away, but one of the smaller shards connects against his shoulder, hitting hard on his trapesius muscles and leaving a painful bruise. Before he can regain composure, he is scooped up by his protector and flown up into the air. As Seguro tosses him into the room, the cat rolls deftly across the floor to mitigate any damage he might take from hitting the ground, rolling upright beside core with his laser pistol drawn. "Alright what now?" He looks to Core, asserting her as the leader of this little group.

Randel blinks and tries to shake off the stunned feeling before looking around and dragging himself in further. It's hard to tell if the cracking and crunching is his armored hide fracturing and mending, or is the stone and ice being crushed. What he sees when his eyes adjust gives him an eye full. If the roar wasn't unsettling the palpable feeling of sickening rage from anyone close to the shadowy dragon makes it even more so. ".. motherfuckers..." is growled deeply and quietly before stating heated "I found them! I have a visual on these fuckers!" before he growls in anger, "Bastards! They just killed another one! Damn them fucking all! I'm going to..."

Suddenly Randel realizes there is person needing grabbed before she falls and suffers a similar fate as to whoever he saw got ripped apart. He quickly grabs at her, his big claw purposefully putting her deep in his fingers, and away from his rending claws. He plans to pass her off to his long tail, to help her get out and down to ground level. When hearing there is someone else inside, on a radio, asking for help, he declares, "Fuck it! I'm taking on these bastard!"