PHASE 4, Death Becomes Her - RPLOG
Participants
Date
6/9/2014
Log
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.
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!"
From inside the building you hear a clear and loud whine that shivers over the intercomm, and then Cores' voice rings out "Hello? Hello! HELLO! Where are you? Respond if you can hear me!... wait a minute..." followed by her shouting down to you, unable to hear herself over the intercomm from the sounds that are rising from the interior, growling snarls and a blast of frigid air that seems to come down from above you as the sound of wings beats overhead, seeming suddenly loud, and unexpected (+roll Perception /everyone/, if you roll over 10, +roll xeno)
There is a loud buzz and then silence from the interior, but for the sounds that start up, even now growing louder and louder, of ripping canvas and more, the shout of a loud, loud voice "WHOOOOOOOO!" rising into a raging howl, surrounded by maddened chitters. AS the building was pried open, there is a sickening stench from inside, rot like you likely haven't smelt in years flowing over you, the scale of old blood visible low on every single post and wall. The rumble of rage and a sudden stench flow forward, needing no help to know what that is; SKUNK. Pure, unadulterated stench hitting you hard in an instant wave. The tower stops shaking, but those inside now have a very good view of the action in the building, Anbessa coming closer without difficulty in an easy readiness, the wall now covered with easy to use hand and toe-holds.
Benjamin, now on the tower to join Core, can now look through the make-shift windows, seeing three cots and a low book-case holding supplies and food, along with a strange device. Randel transfers what looks like a ball of black and white fur, struggling hysterically against his powerful grip as she's transferred quickly to his tail to allow her to be brought to ground.
Cyrus gags as the stench hits her nostrils, her desire to be bred suddenly interrupted by the foul putrid odor. She rolls onto her hands and knees, holding herself up as she heaves, but thankfully nothing comes up. She brings an arm to her nostrils, and the tentacles retreat as she coves her nostrils, looking around with wide fearful eyes. "God above, what is that smell? And what... oh fuck me, what is wrong with me?" she mutters shamefully, resisting the urge to lose the contents of her rather expansive stomach. She looks around at her surroundings, and catches sight, curiously, of a human. She stares at the man in disbelief, not recognizing him, but feeling some curious sense that she knew him. She closes her eyes and rubs her head. "That voice, I knew it, and he said a name, it was..." Her eyes open and she stares back at the human, opening her comm to the man. "Anbessa? Is that you?" It was a long shot, but what little she could piece together between Randel and the man made it her best chance.
Anbessa cannot help but briefly enjoy the sound of the wind blowing through his hair as he falls briefly, though with his feet aimed towards the ground the human lets out a grunt as he lands feet first... Luckilly, his knees are bent, and he tucks himself in lightly. With a rather dexterious movement, the human rolls forward briefly to turn the downward motion into forward motion before he pops back up, the silver eyed man breaking out into a sprint immediately forward as his eyes gaze towards the factory... Though as he hears a familiar voice speak towards him, he skids a little bit to a stop as he gazes around briefly. With a raised eyebrow, his eyes soon enough finally spot the large mootaur nearby... Him looking at her with his familiar bright silver eyes. "... Cyrus?" With a tilt of his head, he soon nods towards her. "Its me." With a wave of his free hand, he jogs over towards Cyrus. With her finally able to meet the silver eyed human up close, he smiles behind his Balaclava, his hand returning to his surprisingly large rifle in his hands. Interestingly, the man seems to only really be wearing a rather thick suit, though they can see the fur on the inside lining providing the human with a bit of withheld warmth. His pants cling nicely to him as well, fitting nicely to his legs as well as his ebony colored boots. Even his hair, which is onyx black, seems to fit the white skinned human's night time camoflage, except for his bright silver eyes. While he is the last to arrive, that scent hit him right in time, him unable to help but feel his eyes water from the almost physically harming scent of skunk stink... Ugh, it even got through his balaclava! Curse you breathe holes! "Good god, I thought a Skunk nest stunk!" With a shaking of his head, he returns his attention forward... At least for a moment, he soon enough shakes his head before he looks towards Cyrus. "You feeling okay? We should probably get moving. Don't want to stay out in the snow for too much longer." With him pointing towards the rather expansive hole in the wall, he looks back towards Cyrus before he starts to walk.
Seguro fly on the way back to the factory, hearing the flapping of wings shi does what seems natural, Using hir Camouflage power shi begins to vanish from sight, now a little more than a distortion of light , the dragon makes for Randel's hole in the wall attempting entry in the same location. The dragon extends hir claws as shi lands to climb inside.
Seguro land with a thud, hir large talons griping into the walls, in hir haste the dragon fails to notice the fox scaling the wall. Moving quickly shi, Seguro darts in inside to join hir comrades with in the factory.
Core puts an arm up over her face and suppresses a retch at the awful odor, eyes watering. "Yeah, now I wish I was still in human shape. But next things next." With her other hand she withdraws a screwdriver from among the many tools in her work jacket and scurries over to the unusual "-ed kit" device to give it a close inspection, trying to determine its purpose and if it can or should be used. "Keep me covered, I guess," she mutters. "This might be important." Focusing her considerable technical skill on her work, she tries to ignore the threat posed by whatever is descending outside, hoping she's reasonably well-hidden inside the tower.
Benjamin suddenly vomits instantly as the stench hits him, even after throwing up he continues to heave and hack unable to take any action for now.
Randel pulls himself in through the opening he created, claws sliding through the bricks quickly and making them tumble down below as he scrambles to get inside, the Skunk-Girl that he transferred to his tail is dumped safely on the ground, wet now through and through, though crawling away as fast as she can through the slush, whipering and howling in fear. He growls "That FUCKER!" a low growl shivering through him while he grabs and pulls himself in, crystal cocks scoring the metal of the walkway when he clambers on with a loud ringing sound, moving a few feet forward as the smell from inside hits him even harder, closer to the source, stirring coming from many, many places in the darkness and one large black shape scrambles up and growls in warning, seeming at least as big as Randel himself.
Thelergramor cracks his neck, slings his auto hammer over his back. "Right. Climbing." Speaking to himself, his cold breath matching the external air temperature, thus it does not mist in front of his muzzle. The fox begins to climb. A bit of progress, before he gets a hand stuck in a gap. "Shit..." Without hesitaion, Thel rips his hand from th egap; tearing his glove and scraping his hand. A bit of blood drips, staining his pure white fur before he continues; still a distance to the opening. Hearing wings approaching, Thel glances around; sees nothing. "Anyone else hear that? Sounds like something is flying. And I don't mean Seg." Quite aware that Seg had attatched hirself to the wall not far above where he now hangs. Not long after, the stench hits him. Sends his stomach churning, but he's smelled worse. At least, that's what he tells himself to avoid throwing up.
The burning cold intensifies, wind ruffling hair and fur, frost forming on scales and more as Randel moves inside and away from the tower, neither Cyrus's or Randels power quite reaching the height needed to warm the observation point. There is more thunder in the distance, and lightning as the atmosphere roils above you, clouds seeming to spin in a circle, when you can see them at all, and then, you think you see a glimmer of silver in the sky, and then another.
The roar that comes from inside focuses all your attention then, loud, dominant, challenged! "WHO DAAAAAAARES!" shouted out loud enough to shatter some of the super-cooled glass, a new shower falling out in the street from those panes that weren't on the groud, and answered by many heavy Shrieks from above. Danger arises now, the killing field is full, walls on all sides and with the group separated, the Maelstrom decends! End PHASE 4:Death Becomes Her. Battle-log, filed.
