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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 13, 2017 21:57:13 GMT -5
Gotcha. The husk of Schilling left itself wide open with its left arm extended, palm open to grab at Dave's throat, allowing the wolf lord's blade to make contact with its exposed neck on its open side. The two combatants were toe-to-toe as Dave's Illusion Blade dug deep into the infected man's neck, thick black blood squirting and covering the katana. It roared in pain as its hand went to the affected area, and before it could grab his sword, Dave tugged it out of the wound and unsheathed Gravedigger with his other hand, following up with a horizontal slice across its large waist. Genkukaken still recovering from its release form Schilling wound, Dave pivoted the blade so it would meet with Gravedigger at his gut, both katanas deep in the man's flesh like a giant pair of scissors. The shell of the Chief roared, defeated, more blood squirting from its wounds in spurts of molasses. As triumphant as Dave felt, he couldn't help but feel a bit of remorse and pity for the man he once called friend. But if that video of Raven Rowe's massacre from ten years ago taught him anything about this effect...
Darryl, my friend...
Brow furrowed, scowling almost, teeth grit, Dave stared down the thrashing infected human, watching as it tried to pry his swords free from the deep wounds the wolf lord created.
I'm sorry.
In that moment, everything went silent, and his vision tunneled. He could not hear the beast's roars, nor the explosions of Grace's gun firing off, nor the moans of the infected hoard closing in behind him. All Dave could hear was his own pules and his own warrior's bellow rip from his throat as he closed the twin blades much like the scissors they acted as. Lighting and earth aura coursed through the man as his top fell from his bottom, large stones jutting from both halves of his body and electricity returning him to a trembling state. There was no way the man was dead, but for right it it looked as though he would be incapacitated for a time.
Sound returned, and his vision became normal again, body shaking. He couldn't believe he did that, and to an ally no less. Perhaps it was best, but right now they still needed to escape the station. Alive. Teeth still grit, on the verge of grinding, he looked up to the door from which he, Grace and Montana entered. The infected that the three of them butchered were lumbering into the chamber, moaning and growling for their blood. Looked like they were able to reconstruct themselves through those artifacts...
Not a good sign...
"Frankensteins, my twelve," Dave called to the two, backing a few feet to keep the gap between them and the smaller group large, katanas gripped at the ready in his hands. "Path clear in the main hall? We should get rolling while we can," he added, trying to figure the best course of action to deal with these freaks of the week. The newly reassembled infecteds didn't like the lightning trick from earlier, that was for sure. He didn't have a good one-liner lined up for this occasion, so with a silent scoff at the zombies Dave extended Genkakuken and channeled his own electric aura into the blade, amplifying his power by a few factors. At once, a loud BANG! echoed in the small room as the katana fired off a thick, bright blue beam of lightning that grabbed the lead zombie and hopped across the rest like a circuit built by Tesla himself, with funds and materials provided by Hannibal Lector. The beings stood in place, twitching madly from the powerful electricity as Dave lowered Genkakuken, smirking. "Always knew I was a shocking young man," he chuckled. Okay, that one was bad.
He turned on his heel, leaving the zombies to K.O. again from a second round of powerful unrestrained voltage, observing the meaty, messy chaos that Grace and Montana were creating. Limbs were strewn about, thick globs of blackened blood littered the once shiny floor, and several more beings were still coming at the three of them. Dave's keen eye noticed some of the beings had evolved rapidly, choosing to take to all fours in a wild crawl, a long tongue extended as their flesh was ripped off entirely. Purple and black muscle and tissue was all that was left, and their faces had no eyes. Long deep purple claws were their melee weapons, and as one clicked up to the three, poised to attack, Dave sliced out with Genkauken at it with an orb of electrical energy.
Enough was enough, otherwise they'd be here all night--they'd need to retreat and think of a strategy, and in the meantime quarantine the place. Fast!
"Yeah, fun as this would be for the three of us," Dave mused as he summoned in his zanbatou, Cruxis Fang, the massive hunk of steel that was its blade already glowing and surging with fire, "we'd be here all night if we kept at it with no contingency plan. Heads' up." A quick swing of the zanbatou and an unleashed wave of white-hot fire at a rushing hoard of these zombies and fork-tongued creatures later, "Best bet is get the hell out, quarantine, and send in a clean-up crew."
As the hoard he dealt with lay in a pile of burning bodies, Dave looked between the two, sticking the massive zanbatou in the first crawling thing's head as it lie there twitching from his lightning orb. "Reasonable enough?"
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Post by EightTailFox on Apr 17, 2017 4:25:49 GMT -5
"Path clear in the main hall? We should get rolling while we can." "Not really." Grace replies. "Mostly keeping them out of this room." The bunny was saving the solid ammunition for bigger threats now and just using bullets of solid aura to keep the zombies at bay. That the new crawling forms did not allow her to as easily blast apart multiples with a single penetrating round. "We can blow a bigger hole through the lot if needed we're barely even exerting ourselves keeping them at bay." Montana says between exploding zombies with blasts from the lightning caster. They still haven't seem to figure out a way around the high voltage blasts.
"Always knew I was a shocking young man." "They go to pieces at your mere presence." Grace replies to the bad joke while mindlessly plinking the zombies.
"Yeah, fun as this would be for the three of us. We'd be here all night if we kept at it with no contingency plan. Heads' up." Montana and Grace kneel low against the wall to allow Dave plenty of room to swing the blast from the huge sword. Montana whistles at the destruction that blast wreaked on the zombies, hallway, and likely the wall at the far end.
"Best bet is get the hell out, quarantine, and send in a clean-up crew." "Might be harder than you think, they are already outside the building." Montana says. "Though they are having some issue getting pass the parking lot on the back side of the HQ" ze adds with a chuckle. "Seems like someone has parallel parked a modified Phantom in the parking lot and set the automated self defense turret to engage the zombies as they try to leave on that side." "Pity you still only have the one turreted multi-cannon." Grace comments. "Those twin cannons are design to smash up to medium vehicle armor. They still be overkill even if they zed's are as tough as rhinos. And, well don't count out Spyro with a laser beam." Montana points out.
"Reasonable enough?" "Yeah. If we stay here longer I'm going to need more ammo." Grace says. "I'm already used up three magazines of ammunition on them, before I switched over to magic bullets. Got seven magazines left with 143 rounds of mixed types and the zeds are no longer being cooperative in lining up for me to take them out in multiples." "I got better things to do than to keep blasting apart zeds that won't stay down." Montana says splitting apart the cane into twin lightning swords. The weapons are nothing more than sword length hacksaws with tamed lightning for blades and pointed spikes at the end for piercing.
Montana makes zir way down the hallway with the glowing swords removing heads and arms from the zeds in zir path. Grace shrugs and follows the lingsang. She reconfigures the purse into a pump shotgun. She does not load actual rounds, instead still keeping with the aura based energy shells. A blast of pure force smears a twitching zombie's head paper thin across the floor.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 17, 2017 22:09:20 GMT -5
"I got better things to do than to keep blasting apart zeds that won't stay down." Montana says splitting apart the cane into twin lightning swords. What could Dave say? The lingsang knew how to combine class with practicality. "Then let's make a bee line for the door," he commanded as he tossed another few blades of white fire at the approaching groups, "and get that Phantom up and running." Montana made a dash down the hall, decapitating the infected beings left and right, with Grace following suit and raining aura-based hell on the suckers. Dave brought up the rear, slicing apart any infected that dared got in his or Grace's way. Arms, legs, torsos all went flying in different directions, splattering the thick blood and blackened organs across the floor. It was like Van Gogh finally had enough with his paint-based art and turned himself into his own body art. The searing blade of the Cruxis Fang chopped flawlessly through each body, and whether they were normal zombie or Lurker-type beings didn't matter. They'd end up incapacitated in several pieces across the floor, the wound openings cauterizing from the high heat of the fire wafting off the blade. "I call dibs on blowing out the door!" Dave called when they approached the front entrance. He sheathed Cruxis Fang for just a brief moment and held out both of his hands, shooting forth a powerful blast of his fire energy into a group of more oncoming lumbering infected. Bodies burned, and some exploded into more expected pieces, sending some limbs into the empty fountain in the middle of the massive hall. Dave only smirked once before flash stepping in front of Montana, back to the double doors as both of his hands now touched the thick mahogany. "Stand back," was all he said before concentrating a second forceful blast of fire aura at the door, sending both the doors flying off their hinges several yards into another crowd of infected LEO's. The heavy doors slammed down, crushing some of the crowd and rendering them immobile, while others stumbled around one another to narrowly avoid the large projectile. He turned around, ready to admire his handiwork before realizing there were still more. A grin, a sigh, a hand on the hilt of Cruxis Fang, Dave remarked, "They just ain't satisfied with their civic duties..." The sword was unsheathed once more, its thick steel vibrating its tune of bloodthirst, the white fire returning to cover the massive blade. "Guess it's a hop, skip and jump over to the car?" Dave inquired as he grouped together the amounts of kills he, Grace and Montana were going to bag out in the courtyard tonight. ---------- Once the beast that was Saxon was complete in turning as many of the beings in the police station into seeds of the Beast, it hopped up through a hole it ripped in the ventilation system. The artifact Saxon was infected with wrapped its ugly tendrils around his muscles, his tissue, his central nervous system, slowly corrupting the man. Soon, the tendrils made their way to his brain and rooted themselves as deeply in the massive organ as possible, relying on his memories of the station. His workplace. His home.My my, you spent quite a bit of time putting your life on the line for this city...
All of it, for the sake of the New Haven citizens...
What's this? You've been disobeying your Chief since before ussssssss?
I don't call it disobeying, more...getting results, quicker...
My...you've been pursuing power long before WE came into the picture...long before we appeared in this universe of yours...come...let us help you cleanse your pathetic universe. Let us turn it into something...beyond...
The hell are you talking about, "Beyond?" You jump into my body, turn me into a gigantic lobster thing, and you tell me this is beyond human capability?
Yessssssss....humans, for far too long, have wondered what they could achieve beyond their capabilities. It seems your history lessons about A.N.G.E.L. prove that DNA research and genetic enhancements alone were not enough...yessss....The husk of Saxon crawled through the vents in search of an exhaust so it may escape. It crawled up a vertical vent before bearing a right, along the east wall now. Its bony claws clicked creepily along the sheet metal, and were there any survivors left over to hear it, they would have thought it to be another gigantic spider let loose from the A.N.G.E.L. flotsam along the coastline. The gigantic eye held in Saxon's human mouth finally spied a bright light coming from above, just a few yards in front of it. It sped up then, closing the distance before crawling out and freeing itself of that cramped police department. A victorious roar echoed through the night, finally having the world as its oyster. In the bright lights hoisted on the top of the building, you could see it. An elongated body like that of a seabug, made up of Saxon's vertebrae and ribcage and shielded by hardened organs, stretched to its fullest height of fifty feet. Its arms were stretched beyond Saxon's limits, the bones splitting apart in a controlled fashion into many different claw-like legs, and at the front were two massive claws ripping from the top of the ribs and the collar-bone. It still had human-like legs towards the rear, though the strength in them was amplified twenty-fold to allow for some enormous leaps and powerful kicks should it ever need to. Now...allow ussssss...to claim what is left of your humanity....there wasn't much to begin with, not for a selfish one such as yourself...
You...You can't do this!
But this is what you wanted!The gigantic creature struggled for a bit, trying to lead off the roof towards the north, towards the gate where the reinforcements had come in, but the artifact had him under its absolute control. There are plenty more beings in need of this salvation towards the south...heh...or the east...your choice. Wherever these ssssuburbsssss of New Haven are, allow ussss....allow usssss to save your precious city from itselfff....With that, the being bent its knees, suddenly springing forth in the southeast, leaving behind a massive hole that was chipped off the corner of the building's roof. Chunks of drywall, insulation, and concrete rained on the bumbling LEO's, knocking a few to the ground and smashing the heads in of others. Saxon was off, then... No, it wasn't Saxon. Saxon died that night...
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Post by EightTailFox on Apr 18, 2017 18:55:41 GMT -5
The turreted twin 20mm multi-mode cannons on the passenger side of the silver 1939 Phantom III make short work of the zombies on the parking lot side of the building. Narrow cones of weaponized light burn and set fire to groups of zombies, more intense slugs of light vaporize stone and flesh in small explosions that leave craters in the building side and deep ragged holes in the zombies. Every now and again when a zombie would disappear behind cover the cannons would spew a burst of explosive shells to explode just behind the cover and shred the zombie in a hail of supersonic fragments.
Spyro the ARGUS hangs off the driver side and the heavy battle rifle cradled in its manipulator arms swings around with a the fluid precision of a machine to cut down any leakers. Six 20mm mini missiles twist around trees or around corners to blow apart even the sneakiest zombie with in the range of the ARGUS's sensors, before Spyro starts the engine and takes the car around the parking lot. Even as it drives with two of its feet, its four arms are reloading the under barrel launcher with a fresh set of missiles while still picking off zombies with the 12.7mm battle rifle and fixed forward guns in the nose of the phantom.. Having 4 arms and 4 gasping feet is a great thing when needing to multitask.
With the car in motion the heavy nose battery of four 12.7mm machine guns, twin 20mm automatic cannons, and three high intensity heat beams can come into play. The rapid fire high velocity rounds from the fixed cannons in the nose are a order of magnitude more destructive than the mobile guns of the same caliber used by the turret and ARGUS. Three clusters of mechanize firepower scythe out from the antique car, and zombies burned under the power of heat beams, exploded from pulsed slugs of light or high explosive, and generally got shredded by high velocity metal.
Spryo waves at the group of demons as it pulls to stop in front of the police station, even as it keeps firing at any zombie that looked to intact. -----
Montana leans against the door frame to watch zir toy at work. "The cavalry is here." Ze jokes. "To think i used to laugh at all the fixed guns under than long hood." Grace comments while leaning on the other edge of the frame. "I'm not scrapping the half a dozen turrets of the Sally Rider." She chuckles as another zombie is burnt into a crisp from stepping into the cone of the headlights. The beam from the headlight looks normal to the eye but the lamps in front of the reflectors where putting out megawatts of power into invisible infrared light.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 18, 2017 22:12:11 GMT -5
"One of those self driving cars, Montana?" Dave joked, noting the Phantom pull up with nary a being driving it as he swung the huge sword in a wide horizontal arc at a hoard of infected humans, releasing another arc of Hell-hot fire. The infecteds melted and crumbled to the ground, whatever artifacts possessing them sitting among the mush and trembling. Whatever group of the LEO's that were still unaffected had taken refuge behind their Crown Victorias, some peering over the edges to shoot at the beings' heads, others who were supernatural incorporating massive amounts of energy into their gunplay as well as using energy blasts as grenades. Explosions and limbs filled the front yard of the station, and Dave couldn't help but grin at his contribution to the destruction with each huge swing.
"To think i used to laugh at all the fixed guns under than long hood." Grace comments while leaning on the other edge of the frame. "I'm not scrapping the half a dozen turrets of the Sally Rider." "Please, don't, that thing is so sexy," Dave remarked, and adding to Grace with a wink, "but not so much as her owner." He held out a single hand in front of him and let loose another massive burst of fire energy at an ascending row of zombies. They simply blew apart into several pieces, with tiny artifacts spiraling out of their carcasses. Dave grabbed the nearest one out of the air before pocketing it in the hammerspace in his left pocket, patting it. "It can't hurt anyone in there." A nod in the direction of the Phantom, and then, "We got a cleared path, let's get in. I call shotgun!"
He resheathed the Fang and drew both the katanas once more, slicing and shocking several beings who closed in with Genkauken while throwing earth around on the other side of him like it was going out of style. The end result was twitching corpses about ready to fall apart closest to the building, with massive earthen walls surrounding his left flank and well out of the way of the Phantom to avoid damaging it, while saving the surviving officers from any further oncoming infected. Whatever was on the otherside of that massive earth wall was theirs to eviscerate. That way there, Montana and Grace would have an easier time descending the stairs and boarding their escape vehicle. Oh, right, and it was gentlemanly of him considering the lady he escorted tonight. He cut around to the vehicle's passenger's side then, avoiding the cones of light after witnessing one unfortunate infected melting and burning in its high intensity light and the several miniguns that were turning other still standing beings into the undead equivalent of Swiss cheese.
Dave stopped quick at the rear passenger's side and opened the door for them, were they following, and then afterward he ducked into the front passenger's seat.
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Post by EightTailFox on Apr 18, 2017 22:45:01 GMT -5
Montana waltzes through the fire easily as ze makes zir way to the driver seat to take over for Spyro. Ze tosses the launcher with its ammo into the backseat. A black blurr streaking past the zombies shows that Mina made it out of the Police Station.
The super lightweight construction gives Mina exceptional speed compared to the standard. It zig-zags through the mess adding its own fire from its back mounted turrets even as its swords turn the nearer zombies to chop suey. The ARGOS homes in on the energy of the dropped artifacts to scoop into the growing pile inside the hollow shell.
Grace takes the door Dave's opens for her and sides into the back. Montana pops the trunk then checks to see if everyone made into the car. All accounted for ze takes it easy as ze drives through the zombie infested streets. The black blur of Mina's speeding form goes over the car. In the side mirrors Montana can see the scaled ARGOS drop into the trunk and pull the lid down behind it. As the trunk clicks shut ze floors it. The huge V12 engine roaring as the car quickly accelerates down the street. The roaring engine only lasts for a bit as the lingsang toggles on the rocket boosters to send the old car going down the street at ludicrous speeds with a deafening roar and streak of yellow flames.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 18, 2017 23:04:04 GMT -5
Who needed seatbelts to truly enjoy the speed this vehicle had to offer? Dave simply sat back in the passenger's seat, a deep sigh of relief as he brought one hand up to the bridge of his nose to pinch it tightly. His eyes were squeezed shut as his mind raced over the event that took place in the destroyed communications room. Chief Darryl Schilling. Darryl...the man shared the same first name as his and Tam's second-born son. Well, similar; the Chief had an extra R in his name. The past thirty years of the Golden Age of Leonas were spent working closely with big name officials like him. Granted, Dave brought him into that position of power, given the corrupt competition that stood in the otherwise capable human's way. All Dave, Itachi, Hell and the Archives' needed to do was cause some mysterious disappearances of these corrupted officials. Not that the fox lord was too keen on it, but if it meant saving the city a severe amount of political pain and economical suffering, he was willing to go through with it.
Dave felt the rumbling of the Phantom and its plaid speed as it zipped through the streets of New Haven. He needed to get his mind off what just happened. Slicing his old friend and ally in half...what happened to make him like that? Did the infected beings get to him before Dave, Grace and Montana could? He let out another heavy sigh as he dropped his hand solemnly in his lap, an expressionless look that mimicked even Itachi's staring through the windshield as colors and lights funneled past the three in a maddening rainbow tunnel. He finally caved and strapped on the sturdy seatbelt; he knew just how abrupt these kinds of rocket propelled vehicles stopped. He didn't want to end up through the windshield and ruin the vehicles enormous value, his hard head and entire durable body be damned.
The wolf did what he had to do. Schilling would have done the same for him if Dave went mad like that from an artifact possessing him. But was it really an artifact? Was it, instead, whatever roamed the ventilation systems in the ceiling above? Why did Schilling growl his surname while possessed? Dave didn't know. He knew, though, that he needed to radio supplies, a quarantine and a cleanup crew to take care of business down by the warzone that became of the police station. "Hey, Montana," Dave said, "can you do me a huge solid please and drop me off at the edge of West Haven?" He reached into his pocket, into his hammerspace, and pulled the quivering artifact from its interdimensional containment. He flicked it in Mina's direction for it to collect, all while telling himself over and over again that what he did to the shell of Schilling was right.
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FIN
100SP to all participants in this RP, thank you for joining us.
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