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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The weather had gotten progressively worse throughout the night, and no change was there as it seemed light dawned, gray and barely visible through the cloud-cover, to sparkle gently on the newly fallen snow, though it was barely 1am. It would have been a wonderful sight, but for the constant rumble of thunder in the distance and occasional flash of lightning as the atmosphere stirred, and vibrations could be felt through your soles. |
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | 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.<br> <br>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. <br> <br>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.<br> <br>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."<br> <br>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...<br> <br>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...".<br> <br>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."<br> <br>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."<br> <br>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. | ||
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The weather had gotten progressively worse throughout the night, and no change was there as it seemed light dawned, gray and barely visible through the cloud-cover, to sparkle gently on the newly fallen snow, though it was barely 1am. It would have been a wonderful sight, but for the constant rumble of thunder in the distance and occasional flash of lightning as the atmosphere stirred, and vibrations could be felt through your soles.
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.
