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  1. Aryssin felt like an idiot that she did not look for cover. The hellhound that she lodged her sword deep into ran straight back at her, jaws clamping shut on her left forearm, tearing into skin and bone. Searing pain shot through her, and a cry of shock and pain escaped her lips, to rancourous cheers and applause. 'Yes, entertain the crowd, nothing like a bleeding lady to do that', she thought, while desperately intoning some words of power. It was a good thing she still had her wits about her, or it would have been so much more difficult to keep the spell going. With her right pointer finger, she traced a line across the open wounds, and they began closing up quickly. The bones would take some time to heal though, but she knew that she could definitely come back to it at a later time. Trailing the hellhound as it circled and closed in for the kill, Aryssin heard two loud booms, before seeing the creature skid to a halt. The force of the slugs managed to dislodge her sword from the body, and that was good news; she needed her sword to protect herself, and now she went over to pick it up. Turning over to look at who it was that helped her with the kill, she spotted Vlad, still handsome and still alive. Her heart leapt; he was someone she recognised from before. Bounding over after sheathing her sword back into its scabbard, she waved happily. "Here, let me help with your weapon." Touching the weapon, she said a few choice words, causing the weapon to glow a slight purple glow. While the weapon throbbed with power, she explained that the weapon had now been infused with a little bit of lightning, making the weapon shockingly more powerful, maybe for just a few shots. "Thank you for dislodging my sword, that was really kind of you," she spoke, gleefully pointing to it. "I should probably see if anyone else needs a bit of help," she said, before bowing. Running off, she ran toward another face she recognised, this time calling out for the warrior priestess.
  2. "Free this vessel," came the command from the blob. Cerebri was only too happy to oblige, seeing that they have had their fair share of big mosters in a day. First they had to face off with a cerberus filled with the intent to bite each and every one of their heads off, then he had to face a veritable undead army with only a pile of goo. Arguably, the goo was what kept them alive, but Cerebri was not about to acknowledge that. It was not pride that stopped him from doing so, it was more the shame that he had even fallen for the illusion in the first place. He had thought that he was trained to resist any and all forms of illusion casting, but clearly he was wrong. Cerebri sought to correct that the first chance he got. Muttering curses under his breath, he poured his magic into the machine, feeding it with his hate and frustration. The handholds responded by glowing white hot, though anyone who would have thought to give it a touch would have realised that it was still very cool. With the blob, the angel and the nutty professor hacking away at the chains, the chains soon gave way, swinging downward and dragging the airship along with its centrifugal force. "URGH, GO UP," he bellowed at the ship. As if the airship listened. the beak of the ship suddenly pointed upwards and surged. The groaning wood decks sounded like it threatened to break, and the mast bent over like a tiny tree in a hurricane. However, the ship refused to give, the will of the helmsman seeming to take hold. Bursting out of the cave, sunlight filled the cabin, and all the dread evaporated. They were finally out, and with their prize. Slowing the airship down, Cerebri finally took his hands off the handbars. He felt exhausted; the ship had really taken a lot out of him. "Keep your guard up," he said slurringly, to no one in particular. The prize they had was a big event; he had heard small stories about it, and eventually stories of it being dislodged from its grave would travel through the world. He would not have been surprised if someone had probably warded the cavern in the event the airship was claimed by another, and come swooping in to steal the prize from under their noses. Still, it might take a while for that to happen, and for now, he needed rest.
  3. Cerebri sat in a chair outside the dungeons, waiting for the man he called boss for now to finish wailing on the man. With each thwack he heard resonate from within, Cerebri tightened his fist, to the point his fingernails dug so deep it drew blood. Rage was seething within him, and this rage stemmed from the fact that he had to listen to the torture of a kidnapped man, and even after five long minutes, still gave up nothing. Slowly losing his patience, Cerebri finally stood up, faced the dungeon door, and gave it an almighty kick. The door came off its hinges and crashed into the wall across the room, leaving dust in its wake. He did not notice where his boss was, and made a beeline straight for the man strapped in the chair. Tracing his finger along his left ribs, he counted three from the top, before pressing down hard. The audible snap could be heard outside the room, and soon after, the scream of agony. It was a good thing they were far from the populated areas, but yet again, the man he got the house from was into torture play and had a steady supply of people coming and going from here, so screams were not only common in around this part, it was uncommon to not have screams. The man panted after his blood curdling scream, but with each breath he winced a little in pain. "I've broken the rib closest to your heart, and each time you breath deep, you risk your own rib puncturing it. I'd take small, shallow breaths if I were you," Cerebri growled. Locating the man's fourth rib on the right this time, he pressed down slightly, causing the man to squirm in his seat. "Tell me what we need to know, and this will all stop." "What's to stop you from killing me then," breathed the man in the seat. "Absolutely nothing. It would be entirely up to that man over there. You could die, that is definitely a choice, or you could work for us instead." "Work for you," the man questioned. The thought had definitely been planted in his head, and the choice was now playing inside, bouncing around, and filling him. "Yes, work for me. You give us the information we need, and we just might allow you to join our ranks." More information was not required, as the desired effect was already in play. "You have ten seconds to consider this, or I'll break another," Cerebri growled again, placing his hand at the desired rib once more.
  4. Boomstick ran hard, lungs burning with effort as she sprinted toward the armoury. She cleared each room with the efficiency of a raging bull in a china shop, gunning down anyone she met, regardless of whomever it was. Her shotgun sang the song of death; with each pull of the trigger, the boomstick shot out enough buckshot to make anyone unlucky enough to meet it look like swiss cheese in a cartoon. She knew she had to hurry; she had to reach the armoury before anyone else did, and she had to cut off power to the building to prevent ISAC from downloading her profile into the system. Taking out one of her AP slugs from the ammo pouch, she placed the slug into the reserved slot, ready to plant it directly into the main powerline when she found it. Finally reaching the armoury, Boomstick stopped and looked through the peephole. There she found three people trying to open the gate into the reserve armoury. The main armoury was already cleared out, either by the rioters themselves, or the JTF when they were dispatched to placate the problem. Spotting a sling on one of the rioters, she guessed it was the former. Doing a quick calculation in her head, she realised that she could not leave here without killing them all. Carefully getting into position, Boomstick took three quick breaths before kicking the door. The shock on their faces was evident, as well as evidence of the amount of training they had. Trained soldiers would have immediately reached for their weapons and looked for cover, but these three just looked dumbfounded. Quickly she planted slugs into the two nearest to her, before pulling out her sidearm and shooting the third in the head. Just for good measure she shot each one once more, to make sure they would not be getting up again. Satisfied, Boomstick turned her attention to the gate. Boomstick knew she had to short circuit the gate into opening, and that she could not just shut down power to the building. The gate was designed to deadbolt in the event of a blackout, which was a smart design choice. Looking in the armoury, she quickly found what she was looking for: Taser guns. Picking one up, she got to work on the gates. Running her hand over the top of the gate, she allowed her fingers to be her eyes, looking for a small bump in the railing. Finding it, she took a stool and stood on it, looking at the protrusion her fingers felt. It was a small plastic box that was riveted into the gate. Taking her pistol and holding it by the barrel, Boomstick smashed the plastic casing, revealing a small fuse beneath. Aiming, she fired the taser, delivering 50,000 volts into the circuits. Immediately sparks flew, before the gate swung limply open. "Et Voila," she whistled. Walking in, she instantly saw what she was looking for. Picking it off the ground and dusting it off, Boomstick opened the case, revealing a M32A1 grenade launcher with several grenades within. "Oh yeah baby, that's what I'm talking about," she cooed happily, gingerly picking ujp the weapon. Slotting the grenades into the cylinders, she snapped them back into place, before holstering it into a slot next to her backpack. Looking back up toward the back of the room, she found the circuit board for the whole building. Smiling slightly, she pulled her shotgun out, slotted the AP slug into the weapon, and fired. Instantly the building went dark. "Time to get out of here," she thought, smiling to herself at a job well done.
  5. Apologies! Will post within 24 hours!
  6. @Veloci-Rapturelol nuts. I read too many posts that day, hit confused. Will change to reflect it!
  7. Still looking around for the arrows she misplaced, Aryssin did not realise there were monsters rushing at her until they were a little too close. Whipping out her sword and slashing in a quick sweep, Aryssin caught the Hellhound in a wide arc, causing blood and fire to rain everywhere and veer off course from her. However, in her sweep, her sword contacted with bone, and refused to budge. Letting go of the sword, she quickly rolled in the opposite direction of the crashing Hellhound, and stared as it ran off, her sword still hanging from the rib of the creature. "Oh no," she thought, as her only other form of defence was now taken from her. It was time she improvised. Running to the closest other person to her, she yelled and waved hysterically to catch the person's attention, but noticed that blood was pouring from his shoulder. Determination overtook her hysteria, and she ran as hard as she could while intoning a chant of healing. Reaching the man, she lightly touched his shoulder where the bleeding was the worst, and allowed the healing spell to transfer from her finger to the wound. Slowly the wisps of light gathered at the wound and closed it up, leaving nothing more than the blood that had already spilled. "You're fine," she shouted over the commotion that had now hit the rest of the arena, and the rancorous roar that filled it. "Wait there," she shouted to the guy again, before doing a quick chant. Touching the weapon of the man, this time crags upheaved from the floor, coating the blunt instrument with stone and metal. The exterior of the gun began to glow yellow, giving it a rugged feel pulsing with power. Quickly scooting over to the man to stop shouting, Aryssin explained. "Your hammer will be Earth Aspected for the next few shots! I've added a little heft to it so that it should hurt those beast a little more!" "My name is Aryssin by the way. Also I accidentally lodged my sword in the Hellhound over there," Aryssin continued, pointing in the direction of the creature with her sword lodged deeply in it. "So, until I can retrieve it, could you help me kill mine?"
  8. Don't you worry about length, contents more important haha
  9. The last click clicked into place, and the anchor was finally pull up. Any other final stragglers were suddenly turned to ash, or just simply.. Faded away. Cerebri slowly stood, taking in the information. "Illusion, this whole time," he questioned, the clear irritation in his voice breaking through. This whole time, wasted on nothing. He examined himself, and all the cuts and bruises and bits of ichor were no longer there. The shorn back muscle was though, and he sought to remedy that. “We need to leave now!” Cerebri barely heard it as he attempted to examine the amount of damage he caused himself. Swinging his head in the direction the blob seemed to be heading away from, he understood. Running back to the helm of the ship, he saw a control panel, one not far in design to the magitech horses he owned. Allowing muscle memory to take hold, he grabbed on to the two handles that protruded from the top and concentrated. Slowly feeling the magicks well up inside of him, he channeled the well into the two sticks, but the slime from the blob helping him previously made it hard to hold on. Suddenly he saw a flicker from the panel, then a light that held steady. Taking one hand, he hit the largest button on the board. *SPLUTTER, CRANK, SPLUTTER* Life. "We're going," he called to the blob, replacing his hands on the handles, and willing his magicks to move the behemoth of a ship forward.
  10. Snapping awake. That was the worst feeling in the world, and it was not the first time Aryssin had done it in the last few days. The last time she did, she found herself taking a mini dirt nap, then soon after, facing harpies that were trying to eat them for dinner. Lucky for her, she was reed thin; when they said she was merely skin and bones, they were not kidding in her case. For some reason she lost track of what happened. "By the Gods, what the hell did they put into the stew," she thought to herself before struggling to her feet. Her nap had caused her some of her movement faculties to fall asleep for a bit, but after some pounding of her thighs to get the blood flow there (and plenty of needles and pins pricking her too) she steadied herself. Staring around at the environment, she slowly took in where she was. Sand? Check. Rocks? Check. People cheering? Check. Wait a minute. People cheering..? She knew instinctively where she was. This was a colosseum of some sort, that she had read before in the libraries of Lefell. These were barbaric places, full of death and mayhem. Something stirred in her. Something primal. She was looking forward to something like this. Sitting down and crossing her legs, she let her mind calm down for a bit. In her excited state, she knew she was bound to do something that would be detrimental to herself; that would not be in her best interests. Finding her breath, she focused, noticing each breath as it went in and out of her body. This act calmed her down substantially, granting her clarity in the face of danger. Slowly she began channeling some of her magic into her gauntlets, which gave off a subtle, soothing warmth. When she felt sufficiently ready, she picked up her items, only to realise... "Where the heck are my black arrows!?" she bellowed.
  11. getting something up! will post soon :D
  12. Boomstick snuck through the police station, clearing each room before moving along. What she did not need was a 'surprise muthafakka' moment in the middle of a fire fight, which she knew was coming a mile a minute. The pops she heard on the way to the basement told her that either JTF or someone more skilled was coming her way, as she was confident the rioters she passed by earlier had no explosives or ordinance whatsoever. Coming upon a door, she slowly turned the knob, and pulled it open. Right there stood a lone rioter who had still not noticed her presence. Unsheathing her knife, she slowly reached up. "Wh..!" came the muffled cry, as Boomstick's hand covered his mouth and pulled hard downward toward her. Wrapping her legs around the rioter to keep him steady, she plunged the knife into his chest three times before slitting his throat in one quick motion. She felt the body slump, then quickly threw him off her. The body crumpled off to the side, lifeless, as the dead eyes stared at the side wall. Wiping her blade, she sheathed it back, and slowly rounded the pillar in front of her. Taking a quick look around, she saw no one, though the shouting from the rioters were still very apparent. "To the car park, we are being attacked," came the calls from the crowd, before one called, "Hey Stuart, get back here! We are heading to the car park!" 'Stuart huh," she thought to herself. The man she had just murdered now had a name, and was no longer just a random someone she met on her road of survival. Her mind started to wander, imagining a life that Stuart had before this. Boomstick shrugged. Hugging the pillar, she listened out for the guy who shouted for his friend. Would he come to see what happened to his friend? Or would he just rush on forward to deal with the immediate threat? She strained her ears, making sure to take in as much information as possible. The footsteps sounded like they were fading away, and so slowly she emerged from her hiding spot. Taking another quick glance around, the coast was finally clear. Squatting down and pulling up the map she pulled from the stairway earlier, determined that she was not far from her objective now. Pulling out her shotgun, she pulled back the charging handle to check if there was still one in the chamber, then moved toward the armoury.
  13. Same here, something will be done soon!
  14. Gimme a short while more, will work on it soon!
  15. "What do you think," he spat in the direction of the blob, slicing off another head of a creature that looked at him funny. He was busy trying to fend off the creatures that were now trying to clamber on deck, chopping hands off where he could, punching off the rest who were off-balanced. The number of them who were climbing up to the airship was too many, and his stamina, while already considered immense for a human, was starting to wane. He needed to find a way to weigh anchor, and fast, if he wanted to make it out alive. Looking around while the grabby hands tried clawing at his leather trench coat, he noticed a large lever off to the corner where the anchor was. It looked like he had to use that to hoist the anchor off the ground, so he quickly made his way to there, cleaving and weaving along the way. Reaching the lever, he quickly put down his weapons and tugged hard. The lever groaned loudly, straining against the strength of the Helldriver. Years of maneuvering those magitech horses of his had hardened his arms like rocks, but even that had its limits. The anchor was heavy, and this looked like at least a two-man operation. Grunting against the strain, Cerebri put every ounce of power into it. It felt like his back was about to tear, and it did eventually. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he looked toward the blob and shouted. "Help me with this! I can't do it on my own!"
  16. yessir, i will be skipping my turn this time, as it hasn't move forward enough for me to warrant a need to act hahaha. Imagine me just writing that i met the rioters and started slaughtering them. that's.... boring. haha
  17. Oooh fun. I'm still waiting for you guys to enter the precinct though. Guys you can move the story forward, you don't have to wait for me or @Vetanoobto do so.
  18. "You should probably smile more often. I think it would make you a little less, mm, frightening? I guess is the word I'm looking for." This stopped Cerebri in his tracks. He had always thought of himself as a loner. It was only until recently that he began thinking of expanding his business, and thus decided that outside help would be useful. He'd never have thought he would meet someone who would be able to make his heart beat the way it did. Grunting in reply, Cerebri allowed the comment to play around in his head a little while longer before mentally snapping back into his role. He raised his glass to his lips once more, took a quick swig, and set the mug down. He then reached his hand over and placed his palm over the beautiful elf's own, allowing the sensation of her hand his his wash over his consciousness for a quick minute. "Let's get out of here," he leaned over and whispered, both in a flirty way and a manner of urgency, as he noticed that his boss had not come back from the washing facilities. Holding on to her hand, he guided the wonderful lady out of the bar, giving the barkeep the smallest of nods before exiting the swinging doors of the alcohol storage building. Opening the door to the carriage, Cerebri helped the lady into the inner chamber, then climbed into the driver's seat. Pulling around the back of the bar, Cerebri spotted the bodies of the two unconscious lieutenants slumped over in two wine casks, heads barely peeking out of the top. Placing the lid on, he hoisted each barrel into the carriagae interior, waited for his boss to board, then proceeded to leave for the base of operations. There was a dungeon within the building, and it was time to put it to good use.
  19. Seeing the glob attacking the people in the cavern gave Cerebri no cause for hesitation any longer, and he drew his sword and musket. Slashing his way through the crowd, occasionally having to dodge the stray swing of the blob's attacks, Cerebri descended into a battle trance; flash of blade and gun lit up the cave at moments of pure fury, rending heads and spraying ichor all over. This brought a small smile to his lips; it had been a while since he was allowed to let loose this way. The last time he allowed himself to was when he was in the War, fighting the Enemy that had threatened to overwhelm his homeland. It was there that the name 'Cerebri' was conferred on him. The way he cut through his foes; it looked like the incarnation of the three headed dog from Hell. Unfortunately, despite his efforts, the War was lost, and his homeland was forever blighted. Running out of bullets in his multishot musket, Cerebri tossed the gun into the air, catching it by its still smouldering barrel, and swung the butt at the closest head. The swing impacted with such force that the head burst like an exploding fruit, spraying bits of skull and brains onto the blob. Not waiting around to see if the thing cared that Cerebri had dirtied it, he fought his way through the crowd, but soon found himself caught in no man's land. Looking around to try to spot the blob, he realised that there were a lot of bodies between him and his... partner of sorts. Fighting his way back would only tire him further, as fatigue began to set in after the prolonged fighting. Realising that he had to do something to get out of the mess, he quickly spotted a chain leading up to an airship that was coming toward him, and snagged on to it as soon as it came within grasp. Hauling himself up the chain bit by bit, he finally came to the deck, tired and dripping in decayed insides. "So what do I do now?" he wondered out loud as he slowly caught his breath.
  20. Breaking the lock into the police station wasn't hard; a strong and swift boot into the handle shattered it, causing the door to swing open with a bang. Quickly she leveled her rifle toward the room, expecting gunfire to come her way. After waiting for a while, and satisfied that no one had detected her, Boomstick stowed her rifle and pulled out her pistol. It was easier clearing room by room with a pistol compared to an assault rifle; one being small and maneuverable, while the other being larger and more clunky. The police station showed signs of abandonment. Stacks of paper and files were strewn all over the desks and floors, which indicated a hasty deployment to some other facility or situation. There were signs of a struggle in the rooms as well; scorch marks were clearly visible along the walls and floors, and empty bullet casings were scattered all through the station. The Cleaners had obviously come around for a hostile visit and left souvenirs. Boomstick took special care not to step on any of them; leaving signs of her being around was a big no. She had to be a ghost here. No one was supposed to know where she was, and she had taken every care to make sure that was the case. This was all part of her survival plan; no predator ever revealed their location until they were ready to kill. She had her targets. She knew whom she had to kill to reach the top. However, until she was ready, she had to remain hidden from the outside world. Looking around for an open terminal, she soon found one in the Police Superintendent's office. The corpse of the Police Superintendent was still there, sitting limply in his cushy chair, clutching on to his service revolver. There was a bullet sized hole in his temple, and from first glance it was pretty obvious what had happened. Moving the chair a little to the side, Boomstick pulled out a small USB-C wire and attached it to the terminal. Typing in a few commands, she soon found what she was looking for. The armoury, located in the basement of the Police Station. was holding on to some SHD tech. Reaching out to disconnect the cable from the terminal, Boomstick suddenly had an idea. Typing a few more commands, she found her way into the SHD network, and pulled up her file. She double clicked. "Heh, Sergeant Morris," she uttered, smiling to herself. Scanning through her file, she felt a small pang of nostalgia as she remembered everything that had happened. Soon she came to the end of the file, where it was written: [Armed and Extremely Dangerous. Kill on Sight]. "So, that's what they have planned for me huh. Sons of bitches." Making some alterations to the file, she deleted her name, her known aliases and everything that could identify her. Looking at that final line, she thought for a while, before deciding to leave it there. A pop-up suddenly appearaed, prompting Boomstick if she wanted to save those changes or not. Clicking on save, the terminal suddenly asked for an authorized card scan. Looking around, she spotted that the Superintendent still had his RFID card on him. Picking it out, she scanned the card on the card scanner. 'Bzzt', it emitted. A voice chimed, one that she was very familiar with. "Unauthorized access detected. Owner of card is deceased. Initiating distress protocol." "Damn you ISAC." Quickly picking up her pistol, Boomstick rushed toward the nearest stairwell with access to the basement. She did not have much time before a Division agent was sent her way, and that was something she did not have the stomach or time for.
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