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Post by Garrus Vakarian on Nov 26, 2011 22:04:38 GMT -6
Garrus felt up the wall that now blocked his path to Kragen, thinking of taking out one of his many explosives and setting it up but before he could his eyes wandered over to the rest of the hallway, witnessing the changes to the room in disbelief. The walls were closing in and there was no time to try out his explosives on any of them, but the floor was a different story. Acting quickly, Garrus set a small explosive on the wooden floor and then ran as far as the quick closing in walls would allow him to go before setting it off and jumping down to the hallway below only seconds before the walls smashed into each other. Garrus Vakarian
Whew. As he allowed relief to take over his body he heard the commotion at the bottom of the complex and looked out the window to see the man in red fighting with their leader and backup, Imai Katayo. Bringing the radio back up to his lips Garrus was quick to inform Kragen, not knowing he was in one of the apartments on the same floor he was now on. Garrus Vakarian
Kragen, the man is outside and has engaged Imai. I'll provide cover fire from here. Exchanging the M-15 for the M-29 Incisor Garrus set up point out the window and unloaded the amazingly fast three shot burst from the gun's barrel into Alucard's heart. |
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Post by Dracula on Nov 29, 2011 14:16:05 GMT -6
Alucard was knocked off the hood of the car and onto the ground, feeling the damage being inflicted to his body and seemingly not caring one bit about it. As he began to rise up to his feet through a bizarre mystic force he was shot in the heart by one Garrus Vakarian, somewhat impressed that he was able to escape his illusion as again he fell backwards. Only to rise up once more and look towards the woman who had pushed him away with the unknown energy. Not sensing anything supernatural about her, Alucard could only assume that her altercations had to do with science, not by magic.
"Freak."
Alucard reached into his red trench coat and pulled out an even larger gun than his previous, colored in ebony and set upon the small, fragile figure of the Japanese woman while speaking.
"I have just the thing for freaks."
The Crimson Enigma shot off a single 13mm bullet towards the chest of the woman, the hole it would fill her up with being more than enough to kill almost anything that moved in a single shot. Soon after the roar of the 13mm Jackal could be heard around the area another one would fire off as the wall Garrus was near would blow up in his face.
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Post by Insanity Renaissance on Nov 29, 2011 22:15:25 GMT -6
 Silence. Most of the time, it was a wonderful thing, a peaceful feeling that allowed for some sense of tranquility, even when everything around you was surrounded in chaos. It could mean things that words could never express, and could repair a bond as well as break one.
But in Isafaro, the silence of the night was rather unsettling for someone such as Aran Andreas Niomii. A city was supposed to be vibrant and noisy, even when the sun had set. But an eerie silence settled across this metropolis was uncomfortable. Forced. It was a suffocating silence, and the woman longed for something to break it. But she knew nothing would come, as few dared to travel out past curfew, save for the Resistance, and people like herself. The jack-of-all-trades had heard of this Resistance, a rebel force seeking to overthrow their tyrannical dictator, General Vulture. She wished them luck, but was reluctant to intervene: rebellions were always iffy things, and they could get super creepy really quickly. Especially with the French.
Sitting on the edge of a roof was the woman known as Aran, comfortabley napping while her feet dangled over the edge of a 125-story drop. She seemed at peace with her surroundings. She had been working very hard lately, and her latest business-related adventure had taken her to the city of Isafaro. Without a place to stay, she had been forced to camp out of the roof of one of the many skyscrapers, but she did not mind. While she did miss her warm bed at her house, something was better than nothing, so she took advantage of the peace as an opportunity to catch up on some much needed rest. However, that rest was interrupted by gunshots, which rang loudly and jolted the woman awake. Almost falling over off the edge of the building, she swore loudly as she clung helplessly onto the roof, looking around with annoyance in her mismatched eyes.
What was that?
She quickly scanned the area, only to find that there was a small battle occurring in a corner of the city. At first, she dismissed it as nothing. The Resistance was probably doing something again. But when she decided to divert a small amount of her attention to the battle, she sensed a presence that stood out from the rest. It was dark, old, and chaotic. It was more like someone had taken an entire nation's worth of souls and put them in a blender and turned it on, mixing in something horrible as the souls screamed in agony. While some would cringe at the idea of such a creature, Aran knew immediately who, or more of what, it was. And as long as the No Life King was on the prowl, she wouldn't be able to sleep in peace anytime soon.
With a small harrumph, the woman rose to her full height of 6 feet and 6 1/2 inches (including the black heeled boots she wore), brushing off any dirt on her white coat, which was so clean and pale, it almost seemed to glow. With a small sigh, the woman pulled two weapons from a place of unknown origin. The first was dark in color and shaped strangely for a sword, with skull embedded in its body. The skulls occasionally shifted and ground their teeth together, chittering away in hollow, haunted noises. The other could almost appear as its opposite, an ornate blade of gold and white that glowed in the darkness. These two blades in hand, the woman took a step off the edge of the roof, and plummeted down.
About half-way to her death, the pair of great, silver wings on her back began to shift, and with a few great flaps of feathers, Aran was no longer falling, but flying. And she soared smoothly as one would expect of a bird of prey, barely beating her wings as she neared her destination.
The celestial arrived just in time to see the one known as Alucard open fire on two separate individuals, who she knew quickly to be members of the Resistance. Touching down gracefully, she allowed the two swords to hand loosely in her hands as she spoke, getting the vampire's attention.
Nosferatu.
Her voice was smooth, like water flowing over the rounded, worn rocks of a steam. But despite her tone, her mood was less than pleasant.
Stop it. Please. I can't sleep with you going all psycho on people.
She spun the blades in her hands, moving so fast the were almost a blur. Despite the fact that she spoke of how she required sleep, her movements betrayed no hint of exhaustion. In fact, one might have suggested that she be plenty prepared for a battle against someone such as Alucard, as not only did she know exactly what he was, but she didn't seem the least bit concerned.
Leave these people alone and leave. So we can all have some peace and quiet. |
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Post by Kragen on Dec 1, 2011 18:51:11 GMT -6
The sound of the 13mm Jackal being fired was successful in drowning out the sound of the DSR50 as now the .50BMG collided into the man's in red body with more than enough power backing it to cause his entire body to explode in one shot. Kragen had fired from somewhere inside the building at a different point than Garrus. Where he was in the building however was unknown as he did not stay at one point for too long.
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Post by Ayen on Dec 4, 2011 0:50:12 GMT -6
It didn't take too long for Alucard to rise back up to his feet after that, even though it wasn't the strongest move in her arsenal the energy alone had enough power to knock the winds out of their sails, but that didn't seem to be the case for this man. Her eyes narrowed over him as he had the nerve to call her a freak. But those narrowed eyes soon became wide as she looked upon the sheer size of the black pistol that was being aimed at her.
With no time to think Imai cast a shield to protect herself from the large 13mm bullet heading her way, but the force behind the single bullet was still enough to knock her backward, nearly knocking her off her feet but she was quick to regain her footing and witness the arrival of the angel and the progression of the battle as more joined the fight. |
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Post by Dracula on Dec 4, 2011 1:18:30 GMT -6
Alucard turned his head towards Aran and smiled as he sense the abnormal power coming off of her. The only one beside himself that had no place in the mortal planes of existence.
"Can't sleep?"
With the 13mm Jackal still on the freak Imai, Alucard aimed the Casull towards Aran and now prepared for a fight against both women as they would no doubt join together to eliminate him.
"Then allow me to offer you a chance at eternal slu-"
Boom! The Crimson Enigma would be denied the rest of his sentence as he was blown apart by the .50 caliber sniper rifle that was fired. Someone in the fight finally gaining the sense to use a stronger weapon and had this bullet been blessed it might have kept him apart a bit longer but as it stood his pieces were already sliding across the ground and piecing back together where he once stood.
"It would seem my opponents have no manners."
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Post by Insanity Renaissance on Dec 4, 2011 22:08:59 GMT -6
A silver eyebrow raised as a bemused expression crossed Aran's features. It was slightly amusing to see the vampire get ripped to pieces by the round, sent from a sniper located in one of the buildings nearby, but any chances of a quick battle were quickly brushed away when the pieces of the No Life King began to slowly put themselves back together and he stood up once more, seemingly completely unharmed despite the damage he had just taken. The regenerative abilities of the creature before her would have once astounded the celestial, had she been younger. But since she had an ability somewhat similar to his, it seemed more like an inconvenience that he posses such great power.
Actually, now that she thought about it, the powers of Alucard reminded her of a particular individual she had less than positive feelings about, and the thought of him left a bitter taste in her mouth. But now what not the time for recollection, as after all, there was a Nosferatu to battle! Gripping the two blades in her hand, a small smirk appeared on Aran's face as she spoke again.
“It seems that they do not, No Life King.
The silver-haired woman seemed not the least bit intimidated by the rather large gun pointed at her, and instead glanced over at Imai, slightly concerned for the girl's well-being. She seemed to be unharmed, which was good news, despite the fact that Aran was unsure of the young woman's identity.
I assume you have no intention in leaving, correct?
Blinking for a moment, the celestial's mismatched gaze fixated on Alucard, betraying no signs of concern or apprehension. However, the intensity of the glow surrounding one of her swords increased, and the skulls on the other one began to chatter, as if able to sense the battle to come. Aran was not one for striking first, especially against someone such as the vampire, but that didn't mean she wasn't prepared, either. She had fought, and killed, much worse than the creature, and had no intention on dying anytime soon. That would not go over very well with her boss. |
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Post by Garrus Vakarian on Dec 6, 2011 22:38:04 GMT -6
Garrus was flown back when the wall in front of him exploded and landed on the ground hard. Holding onto his head the turnian quickly came to and got back up on his feet heading over to a different window to continue observing the fight down below. He came to just in time to see Alucard blown up by who he could only assume was a beautifully well aimed shot by Kragen himself but it was all for naught when the monster somehow managed to literally piece himself back together soon after exploding. Garrus Vakarian
What is this thing? If Kragen 50 caliber sniper rifle couldn't hurt him and if Garrus' more advanced weaponry couldn't hurt him then it was clear from the get-go that they were not equipped to eliminate this threat. Retreating appeared to be the only option available to them if they wanted to live to fight another day. Bringing the radio up to his lips he spoke to both Imai and Kragen. Garrus Vakarian
Guys, I don't think we have the means to take out this guy. We need to fall back. |
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Post by Kragen on Dec 8, 2011 1:40:55 GMT -6
Kragen has seen many disturbing things on the battlefield that could make or break a man but nothing as disturbing as the sight of seeing a full grown man literally put himself back together piece by piece. Hearing Garrus over the radio the ex-soldier was forced to agree with the conclusion he has reached. As it stood now they knew nothing of this enemy nor the ways in which would be necessary to defeat it. "Agree," would be the single word that parted the ex-soldier lips from beneath the mask as he fled from his post with the DSR50 still in hand to rondevu with the others and return to base.
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Post by Ayen on Dec 9, 2011 17:59:39 GMT -6
Had Imai not have such a strong stomach she would have vomited at the sight of Alucard being blown to pieces by the 50 caliber sniper rifle belonging to the ex-soldier. The victory here would be short lived as the enigma managed to reconstruct himself through means that was unknown to Imai and all she could do was back away in horror while trying to think of what action to take. Upon hearing Garrus through the radio and noticing the enemy distracted by the new-comer, Imai ducked behind her stealth vehicle in order to reply.
“We can't just leave. He could kill more innocent people.” |
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Post by Dracula on Dec 11, 2011 7:14:53 GMT -6
"My intentions are not, nor should be, your concern, angel."
His voice leaked mockery the moment the word "angel" left his lips. Where other vampires would have shaken in their boots at such a holy entity standing before them he remained unmoved by the holy being's presence.
"Your concern should be in the power in front of you, should you choose to oppose it."
The smile returned to his face as he turned his head around, practically twisting it without moving the rest of his body as he picked up Imai's scent and heard her little conversation on the radio with her comrades through his advanced hearing.
"Leaving so soon? The party has only just started."
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Post by Insanity Renaissance on Dec 13, 2011 15:02:45 GMT -6
A small, almost bitter smile danced across the celestial's lips as the word “angel” rolled off of Alucard's tongue. Then the smile turned into a light chuckle, almost as if she was chatting with an old friend then facing a creature of such power as a Nosferatu of his age. She knew he was mocking her; a true “angel” would not walk around so casually, dressed in mortal clothing. No, an “angel' would be shining in armor of titansteel, preaching about “justice” and “truth” to all who encounter it. And while she herself wasn't a big fan of a vampire such as the No Life King, she had to give him some credit for not being intimated by her presence.
I haven't been called that in a long time. A really long time.
As the creature turned to look at Imai as she crouched behind a vehicle, Aran decided that enough was enough. She wasn't one for attacking first, but Alucard was dangerous, and she had no interest in conversation. She was tired, dammit, and she wanted this done and over with. Letting go of one of her blades, the sword remained in mid-air, as if her grip hadn't relaxed. Then in a lightning-fast movement, she pulled out a pistol, firing several rounds directly at the head of the vampire. These bullets seemed to glow as they shot through the night air, filled with a “holy” spell she had prepared on her way to the scene. Not only would they be more effective than ordinary bullets, but they would also explode into bursts of holy light upon impact, a little trick that Aran enjoyed when it came to battling the undead. Then, without hesitation, she slipped away her firearm and took her blade in hand, charging at Alucard. As soon as she was in range, she stabbed at him with her glowing sword, aiming right for where his shoulder connected his arm to his body.
I hope you realize this is nothing personal, but I can't have you going around killing whomever you want. You know, work stuff.
o o c : sorry about not posting, D8 my favorite cat that I grew up with died suddenly so I've been kinda out of it. |
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Post by Garrus Vakarian on Dec 13, 2011 20:19:23 GMT -6
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I know how you feel, Imai. Believe me. The turian wanted to stay too and find a way to punish this man for the lives he's taken but the man was able to come back strong after taking the blunt end of their strongest weapons. It was obvious to him and Kragen that the only way to have a chance at beating this force was to retreat and learn more about it. Standing next to their stealth vehicle parked on the opposite side of the building Imai, Alucard and Aran were currently located Garrus opened it up for both him and Kragen before the turian continued to speak into the raido. Garrus Vakarian
But we've done all we can for now. It's your call. Fall back or stay and fight? |
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Post by Dracula on Dec 13, 2011 21:36:08 GMT -6
All Alucard had to do to avoid the bullets was duck as he moved forward, though the light blinded him it was only temporary and his ears were as good as ever. Straightening up back to his full height once the bullets passed, the Crimson Enigma blocked the in-coming holy blade with the Casull and pushed it off to the side before bringing the long black 13mm Jackel to the forehead of the angel and pulling back on the trigger releasing several armor piercing 13mm blessed explosive rounds point blank into her skull. It was more than enough firepower to blow off her head and she had nowhere to go. Many believed that angels were not affected by blessings but they were, it only took more damage for the blessing to take effect with a normal weapon. Unluckily for her however his was no ordinary weapon. He could only hope the battle wouldn't end in one shot but he did promise her eternal slumber.
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Post by Kragen on Dec 15, 2011 13:21:28 GMT -6
Silence. The commotion coming from the other side of the apartment complex has stopped completely and it made the ex-soldier wonder what the unknown phenomena was doing now. Standing on the other side of the stealth vehicle across from where Garrus was Kragen looked over to the radio, waiting for the word from Imai on whether they would be going back to base or staying here to see if there was anything else they could do about the mysterious man in red. Kragen agreed with Garrus on the situation and could only hope the Commander wouldn't allow her emotions to get in the way of her decision.
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