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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 19, 2011 3:50:58 GMT -6
Where am I?
Everything was different; the sky, the smell, the people. There wasn't a single thing similar about the world she came from and what she was looking at right here. Even though the place looked like it has just been through a war zone it was already adapting, repairing itself in a matter Zira has never seen before. The technology here was obviously more advanced than her own but one simple thing remained the same.
The cannon fodder.
They cocked their weapons and aimed it at the lady, barrels in all directions had their sights on Zira as she slowly turn around to look at the soldiers with the crimson vulture insignia on their right shoulders. They were professional and worked together well, each one having the confidence that a man in their line of duty should have without breaking through the barriers that led to arrogance. Every one was confident that they could take down this woman both as a unit and on their own but they were about to fine that this woman wouldn't go down easily.
They took issue with her weapons and being out pass curfew. But mainly her weapons. Zira wasn't about to give them up. Ebony and Ivory has served her well over the years and the Force Edge still stood as a beacon of hope to people regardless of where she was. So neither one of them were going anywhere. They'd have to pry them out of her cold dead fingers and she would honestly like to see them try. Diplomacy was cast to the wind as there would be no reasoning with the soldiers surrounding her.
The Firebird's arms became a blur and her movement was nigh impossible for the soldiers to track as she hit the lead solder into the air with a High Time and followed it up with an Aerial Rave as waves of fire shot out of her body incinerating the surrounding soldiers as her last strike of the Aerial Rave sent the man she was beating down into the crowd of soldiers up ahead and out of the alleyway. Zira came down with a powerful Helm Breaker sending the soldiers crashing into the ground further as she stood up on her feet, feeling their confidence quickly shattered underneath the weight of her power.
Many of the soldiers fell back wanting to live to fight another day. More soldiers ran onto the scene and began to fire, but being able to see into their minds she knew what was coming and had already jammed their guns with her telekinesis and sent them flying into the air. Many of the soldiers were lost to the flames that shot out of her body and those lucky enough to get close would be hit by three hits or a five part combo. The real lucky ones got the Sparda Combo II treatment as they felt the Force Edge blade slice them up four times before coming down on them with great power with one more slash to finish them off. Zira looked around to the bodies as she could see more soldiers coming in the distance
"This is some welcome committee you guys have here."
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Post by Ayen on Jun 19, 2011 4:14:53 GMT -6
The soldiers that made their run for the woman killing off their men was stopped by the arm of Drake White blocking their path and signaling for them to stop. The silver haired man already had his long sword out in his other hand, left hand, as the soldiers merely nodded and yielded their authority to the crown jewel of the army. Drake White approached the woman with a charming smile on his face and allowed his eyes to wander over her beautiful, athletic, body for a moment before coming to a stop fifteen feet away from the female.
“Tsk, tsk, you’ve made quite the mess here haven’t you?”
Drake kept his blade in hand but didn’t make any advances towards the woman as of yet. He wondered if there was any way to resolve this little crisis without having to fight her off. The man could think of so many other things to do with a woman this beautiful and if she wanted to get physical bad enough Drake knew a couple of other things they could do that was far better than a simple brawl in the streets.
“What to do, what to do…. You have a name?” |
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 19, 2011 4:40:30 GMT -6
Zira was expecting more soldiers to be flooding the scene guns blazing but instead they only sent one; short silver hair, long sword and the arrogant strut reminded her of Dante. Zira knew it couldn't be the Demon Slayer because 1.) he was dead 2.) what were the chances of them ending up in the same place at the same time even if he was alive? 3.) she sensed no demon blood running through him. But the similarities were almost uncanny. The Firebird caught how his eyes lingered on her form and then looked into his mind only to see all the disgustingly perverted things he wanted to do to her body, with her body. It was enough to make you sick, or aroused if you were into that kinda thing. Zira was going to go with sick.
“Tsk, tsk, you’ve made quite the mess here haven’t you?”
"They attacked me first and refused to see reason. I take no pleasure in their deaths. Mentioned something about a curfew. May want to check into that, it's getting your people killed."
Zira held her ground and kept the Force Edge ready for any strike the male may take against her. Feeling the emotions of this man was not like the others. She could tell that if a fight broke out it would be more difficult to take him down. Zira also sensed that this man desired a fight about as much as she did. Although it was for other reasons they at least had one thing in common.
“What to do, what to do…. You have a name?”
"Zira Firestone and let me guess; you're the resident pompous ass."
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Post by Ayen on Jun 19, 2011 13:55:47 GMT -6
“That’s what they all say but fact remains; you still killed them.”
And unfortunately Drake wasn’t in any position to just look the other way because she was a pretty face. The soldiers watching from a safe distance expected him to kick the woman’s ass for what she did and if he failed to deliver no doubt they’d send Ayanna who would have no problem kicking this woman’s ass. Unless of course the woman came quietly. Drake only chuckled at the woman’s reply after giving her name. Zira Firestone was it? Interesting name. He thought it was sexy.
“Actually I’m more of the resident ladies man and I’d like to buy you dinner but I can’t very well ignore the hostility against my brethren as I’m sure a fine lady like yourself can understand. That is unless you want to come quietly and we can try to work this out in a more “peaceful” environment.” |
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 19, 2011 16:21:25 GMT -6
"I have no intention of going anywhere with you."
Zira began to probe his mind, weeding through the things she didn't want to know and reaching the things she did. His name was Drake White, this world that he was born into was called Genesis, the continent they were on right now was named Jherra and this dark nation/city was none other than Isafaro: a dictatorship ran by a mad man with a powerful army felt world wide who enforced General Vulture's ways of taking away all the pleasantries that most citizens received and hoarding them for himself. How original. The city may have been the superior city on Jherra as far as technology goes but certainly wasn't on par with anything else. Like taste for example. That uniform was hideous.
"Tell your men to stand down and step aside, I wish to take my leave and I won't hesitate doing the same thing to you as I did to your "brethren" if you fail to oblige."
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 19, 2011 16:44:49 GMT -6
A gunshot cracked in the night and a bullet zipped past Drake's face, severing a few strands of hair and continued on its path until it collided with an edifice--this resulted in a minor explosion due to the nature of the projectile. Standing feet away was the source: Amoura. The hybrid's gun, Redemption, was smoking from the attack and she kept it aimed at Drake. That was just a warning shot.
"Make a move on my sister of any kind and I'll fill you with enough metal to make you into a statue."
She growled and moved to stand next to her. Amoura could hardly believe that Zira was alive and well. Too bad the situation wouldn't allow for her to greet her properly.
"Long time no see. Glad to see you again. Sorry for my disappearance. I'll explain later once we deal with this punk."
Under the mask she wore, Amoura was smiling and Zira could tell if she looked at her eyes. Hell, anyone would be happy to be reunited with family, wouldn't they?
"I advise you step aside and leave her alone."
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Post by Ayen on Jun 19, 2011 19:46:40 GMT -6
Oh she was giving him orders now. How cute, like he’d actually listen to any of them. Looks like his efforts on finding a peaceful solution were going to be shot down and a fight looked more and more likely.
“That’s how it’s going to be, eh? Fine by me I could use the work out and it would be oh so nice to see you break up a sweat.”
Drake was ready to charge but his stance would be momentarily shaken by the sound of another gun going off, the bullet sipping past his ear and he witnessed strains of his own hair fall against the ground. His eyes looked over to the purple haired woman that entered the scene, calling the other female “sister” great, two women for the price of one. Lowering his sword Drake White used his other hand to drawn the golden Desert Eagle.
“Can’t do nothing for ya,” came his reply to Amoura.
Drake White pointed the gun forward and fired off two .50 caliber action express bullets, both bullets heading between the eyes of their respectable target. |
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 20, 2011 18:21:13 GMT -6
Zira gave Drake a disgusted look as she prepared herself for another fight. What was one more right? Even though she was still winded from the battle with her father back in the City of Mortis she still had enough in the tank for this man. That was when another gun went off and Zira was about ready to repel the bullet with Force Edge when she realized that bullet wasn't meant for her. It was meant for Drake.
Who the-?
Zira's eyes went wide when she saw the female that came on the scene. It was the sister from another realm, the Amoura that actually had a heart and gave a damn about people. What were the chances they'd meet up here of all places? Zira was in too much shock to really say anything about Amoura's sudden arrival and then her attention went back to Drake who had drew his gun. But the moment he pulled back on the trigger....
Jammed.
Neither bullet would eject from the chamber as Zira used her telekinesis just in time to jam the gun and make it useless before using the same telekinesis to send the gun flying out of his hands as she raised the Force Edge.
"Pathetic."
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 20, 2011 21:11:18 GMT -6
"Took the words out of my mouth."
Amoura took out her second gun but didn't aim it yet. One will do for now against this stupid punk unless he proves to be more than what he's worth. In her eyes it wasn't much.
"Now, be a gentleman and back off. Last warning."
He dared to fire a bullet at the second family member she has and for that, he may not walk away from this scene unscathed. Still, if he were to let this go, she'll pardon it. For now.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 20, 2011 22:14:19 GMT -6
Drake eyes widened in horror as his prized possession was jammed and then hurled into the air by an invisible force like a piece of shit. His eyes then narrowed over Zira in a fit of rage as he brought his hand up to his lips.
“You just fucked up!”
Drake whistled and then new soldiers replaced the old ones by surrounding the two women. Their rifles aimed at the women and all ready to fire at the command of Drake White. From the crowd came a female with long brown hair and brown eyes; Ayanna Kaktas – the army’s second best elite soldier.
“Awe did they ruin your gun?”
“Shut up!”
Drake drew his long sword and raised it up high to signal the soldiers to open fire. They couldn’t possibly stop all the guns with telekinesis.
“FIRE!” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 20, 2011 22:28:36 GMT -6
Amoura looked at Zira, to Drake and lowered her gun after taking note that he was unarmed now. However, there were others in the area lying in wait; Amoura could hear them via heartbeats, the occasional tugging of cloth over skin and fingers tapping against weaponry. Coward couldn't go out alone, couldn't he?
Then they were surrounded by men wielding bigger guns.
Right when Drake made the command to open fire, Amoura became wrapped in her tattered red cape and jumped into the air. Bullets were easy to dodge, especially while in this form and swirling around continuously to confuse Drake's men and women as to where to shoot. The Night Angel already had an idea in mind against these troublesome soldiers. Zira was more than capable of getting herself out of trouble so she didn't bother making a move to protect her.
From within her red sanctuary, discs flew down at the gunslingers and the bullets collided with them. Those were bombs, and they detonated just a foot or so away from the assailants.
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 20, 2011 23:02:14 GMT -6
How sad. The man had such a deep attachment to his weapon he acted like he just saw a loved one die. People who had that kind of attachment to their arms would always end up dead in the bitter end. The soldiers came but still Zira showed no fear and neither did her sister.
"Dibs on the pervert."
A ring of fire shot out from Zira's body -- Amoura was in the air so she was out of the line of fire as the flames took the soldiers and combined with the Night Angel's last attack her fire just made everything worse for the soldiers who followed Drake White's orders. Zira then sprint into a Stinger but at the last split second she stepped off to the right and performed a Sparda Combo I towards the male.
Zira was going to enjoy this.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 20, 2011 23:25:31 GMT -6
BANG!
Amoura was able to confuse the surrounding soldiers but not the snipers in the area as one hit her with enough force to send her crashing out of the air while Ayanna took advantage and evaded the explosion as she sent two .44 caliber bullets into the path of her fall. Meanwhile Drake parried the swings of Zira’s blade and kicked her back before quickly spinning and swinging the long sword in an uppercut formation sending the mud on the ground into her eyes to blind her before shifting his blade and thrusting it to the chest of the woman to impale her. |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 20, 2011 23:42:50 GMT -6
Okay, that hurt like a bitch.
Amoura fell down through one of the shadows that was nearby and landed in an old crate within one of the edifices that a sniper was on. That added to the pain factor and she gritted her teeth when she touched the bullet wound that had begun to heal. The projectile had ripped through her left side, tore up part of her intestines and made its exit through her back.
Why did it always have to be snipers?
The Night Angel closed her eyes and opened her ears to the sniper's heartbeats to plot out their locations. They had the area surrounded and they were in ideal positions for her to take them out. It was time for her to get revenge.
The sniper above her was grabbed by the shoulders and right when he let out a small scream of surprise, a wet snap signaled that she had broke his neck. Like a spider and its prey, she dragged the fresh corpse down and sank her canines into his neck to draw out any useful memories about this group. Caution remained with the Night Angel so she only took a mouthful to avoid any possible overload or poison that could affect her.
Again, she appeared through the shadows, dragged a sniper down to snap his neck and drank a minimal amount of blood. Zira can handle herself. While she distracts them, she'll get answers.
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Post by Zira Firestone on Jun 21, 2011 0:01:33 GMT -6
Zira hit back with a Prop Shredder reflecting the mud back into the eyes of Drake and knocking his blade off to the side before sending his sorry perverted ass up into the air with a High Time! The Firebird wasn't finished there, not by a long shot. She turned that High Time into an Air Raid and once she got above her prey she displayed her superior pure devil's speed to the man by switching her Force Edge out for Ebony & Ivory and Drake would soon find himself in the middle of a Rain Storm by the twin pistols.
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