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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 18, 2011 18:42:45 GMT -5
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((Sorry, no muse to rp even leading up to that >.<.))
These two honestly couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. What was that…. Third time today? Anyway, the point was, even though their relationship seemed purely physical, and for obvious reasons, there was more to these two then their physical attraction. It definitely helped though…
The jet was over Hong Kong now, Rory back in the cockpit to start their descent and Freya getting back in her clothes. Thank god Rory hadn’t ripped any of them, even in the slightest. Probably because he didn’t want to worry about her tricking him into stopping for more clothes. This…. Was probably a first though. Usually he did at least a little damage to her clothing, none at all? Maybe he was learning…. IT was then she remembered he’d completely destroyed her previous outfit, and took back that thought. Yeah. Learning. Hah….. Yeah right. He was just getting smarter. Fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice…. Well, there wasn’t a twice.
Anyway, fully dressed, she moved to the front of the jet and sat in the co-pilot seat. ”How bad is it?” She hadn’t looked out any of the windows yet. Had they’d leveled Hong Kong like they had Rory’s home?
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 19, 2011 0:51:51 GMT -5
It had been the third time they had done it just that day, more-over, that had been 'doing it' almost the entire flight to Hong Kong; only stopping about thirty minutes before they began entering the air space. There was no doubt it Rory's mind that this would most likely be the last break they would have before they either died here, or fought their way to Darkside. Either way, it was a bleak future from this point out, well, bleak for anyone that loved peace.
For Rory it was like one awesome thing after another. First he asked his girlfriend to marry him, she said yes and ebcame his fiance. Then they made a little nooky on the way to China and after arriving to China it would be absolute non-stop bloodshed until they either saved the world or watched it get destroyed. Really, it was like Christmas. As soon as they started getting closer to Hong Kong, Rory left Freya's side, put on his suit and made his way into the pilots seat.
It was the absolute dead of night, a full moon illuminated the skies like a second sun though. A heavy cloud hung over Hong Kong as they began to descend, blocking what lay below. When they finally broke through the cloud cover there was... Darkness. A few lights could be seen here and there below, all obviously from massive fires, but otherwise absolute darkness. The city of Hong Kong was dark.
"Hard ta tell, too dark ta see anythin', but there's no lights on... Which means tha' the city must've been hit hard." Rory said as he punched a few buttons on the console. The location of the hangar for the Hong Kong agency base was programmed into the jet, but for some reason it wouldn't take them there; so Rory was forced to begin landing them as close as possible.
"Ye know how tha' base in Irelan' was a production facility fer Ghosts?" Rory asked, glancing at her from behind his armored helmet, "Well, the one in Hong Kong is the testing lab... Fer Freaks. Which means the entire city is likely overrun with hundreds o' thousands o' the monsters... Ye ever play the game 'Resident Evil'? This is gonna be a lo' like tha'." As strange as it was, Rory almost sounded... excited that they were about to be put into a live "zombie movie" situation. Then again, it was Rory...
(Blegh, crappy, sorry)
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 19, 2011 18:04:29 GMT -5
The closer they got to Hong Kong, the more aware she was. By aware, she meant… She could feel fire. They were still too high for her to pick up on any body heat, but for some reason she’d probably be surprised if she found anyone alive. Whatever had happened here, had happened fast.
”I see…” Was her only response as she finally looked out the window, staring into the darkness. If they were closer, she might have been able to make out something, since the woman basically had night vision, but the same problem from before left her blind. To high up in the air to see anything. It made her wonder what shape Paris was in… Freya was sure it’d be fine, because France had her sister and the Exiles to protect it… But still… It made her worry. Was Tari alright?
Freya was pulled from her worries as Rory continued on. Glancing at him, she was eerily silent, offering only a nod when he asked the question. Freaks huh..? Well, it was a good thing Freya knew how to kill them. Unless, of course, different types of freaks and different weaknesses. ”Resident Evil..?” She gave him a look that asked if he really expected her to have played a video game before in her life. As sad as it was? She honestly hadn’t. Games didn’t appeal to her that much. Didn’t hold her attention at all. ”So watch out for Freaks and toast them. Anything else I should know? Like who we’re taking down?” The last base they’d been after the General, in particular. Who was their target here?”
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 19, 2011 22:47:15 GMT -5
As they got lower and lower into the Hong Kong area the glow from the fires, as well as the lights from the jet, revealed just how much chaos had been wreaked upon the metropolis. A flickering street lamp here and there showed torn streets, toppled buildings, and bodies everywhere, "Ye ever wonder wha' hell looked like?" Rory asked, half to himself as more and more of the carnage was revealed. Then again, he should have expected this, this was what the entire world was going to look like soon enough; if they didn't stop Darkside.
This was exactly what Darkside did though, he sent in soldiers, ghosts, agents of all sorts largely to thin out the 'herd' so to speak. Then once the population was under control and the government and military were destroyed, he set loose the freaks. The freaks killed, destroyed, and mutilated absolutely everything; they were the 'nuclear bomb' of the agent arsenal. Only problem was, at least a nuclear bomb didn't eat you...
When Freya spoke of Resident Evil like something she had never heard of, Rory jerked his armored head toward her. If she could only see the shocked look behind his helmer, "Aye, Resident Evil... one o' the best sellin' shooting game series ever sold?" The continued silence showed that she had no idea what he was talking about, "Ye know... Apocalypse, zombies, everybody dead? Eh, doesn't matter, basically jus' imagine your worst nightmares come ta life." That was exactly what they would be fighting for the forseeable future, nightmares...
As the plane touched down, Rory unbuckled and stepped into the back of the jet. Stopping about halfway down the jet, he paused for a moment before slamming his hand into the jet wall and ripping off a metal panel. As he did so, it revealed an assortment of weapons hidden away behind the wall of the jet, "Uh, aye, we're after a wha' more than a 'who'." Rory said as he began strapping weapons onto his armored suit, "Every freak is outfitted with a collar, a collar tha' holds a single dose o' lethal poison. Inside the base, there's a failsafe switch, basically there in case the freaks ever get out o' agency control. Flip the switch and ih sends out a signal worldwide tha' activates the collars, shooting the poison into the freaks brains."
Turning around, he finally faced Freya, now completely loaded down with every single weapon that had been in the hidden stash, including; two shotguns, four pistols, two SMG's, a bandolier of grenades, two katana's, and a strap of knives around his right thigh. "Ih's tha' easy..." The sheer fact of how many weapons Rory was carrying seemed to contradict that very statement...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 20, 2011 12:31:34 GMT -5
Freya didn’t have a weak stomach. As a matter of fact, it was near impossible to make this woman even a little queasy. But… The lower they got, the more unsettled her stomach became. It was a massacre. ”My god….” Her voice gave away her horror. She’d never seen this much carnage before in her life. Which was a little unnerving when you considered the life she’d led.
When that quick jerk of his head, she glanced at him, able to imagine the look on his face. Why was he so surprised? He’d never seen her play a video game once while they were together. She’d never even talked about one. She slowly blinked as he spoke, still confused. And when he continued? Even more so. Why would people want to play a game with Zombies? Zombies were annoying buggers! (She knew from experience. There were quite a few mutants around who could raise the dead.) ”…. Humans are weird.” It sounded almost like a revelation, like she’d never really thought humans were odd until finding out what sort of games they liked to play. Yeah, Freya was one of those people who considered humans and mutants different ‘species’.
Covering a yawn, she hopped to her feet a few moments after he went to the back, where he was outfitting himself with every weapon he could find in the stash he’d found. ” So basically, we just need to flip a switch. Exciting.” It would be, considering they’d have to go through an army of freaks to get to said switch. And said army wanted to eat you, wear your skin as a trophy, or play with your organs. Very, very exciting…
Hands stuffed in her pockets, she waited as he finished decking himself out. ”Easy. Yeah. Very. As long as we don’t lose a limb or something.” She wondered if the freaks would be able to even penetrate his suit…. Maybe she’d just lag behind and let him do all the work. It’d be pretty easy then. For her at least. After a moment she smiled. ”Let’s go say hi then.” It was a good thing Freya was in a phenomenal mood. Otherwise she really might decide to lag behind and let him kill them all.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 20, 2011 14:36:52 GMT -5
"Hey... I like tha' game..." Rory said, sounding almost a little hurt by what she said. Video games weren't just a human thing after all. Rory himself didn't play them all the time, but he was known to occasionally sit down and enjoy a game or two. The reason he didn't play them too often though was because once he started playing a game, he didn't stop until he completely conquered it. He could still remember when Mario Bros. came out, he stayed up for almost two days straight trying to beat that stupid thing...
Back to reality though, as he holstered his last weapon, he was still holding a very large pistol in his hand as he approached Freya, "Aye, le's go say 'hi'... Bu', if yer gonna say hi there is somethin' ye need ta know. They only understand one language..." Lifting the large pistol up, he examined it for a moment before shoving it into Freya's hands, forcing her to take it.
"Ye cannit kill freaks the same way o'er and o'er, if ye do, they become immune to ih. So ye keep burning them, then they adapt and ye cannit hurt them with fire anymore. Bu' they cannit adapt to guns, because every gunshot wound is different, never anythin' ta adapt to." He paused for a moment, looking over her as she held the firearm, "So ta prevent them from adapting, you are gonna have ta adapt. Tha's a 44. magnum pistol, it'll put an entry wound in a target the size of a pencil eraser, and an exit wound the size o' a basketball. Learn ta love ih." Without another word he opened the exit hatch on the jet.
Oh how he loved the irony of it all, forcing Freya to use the very weapon she always loved to destroy; a firearm. Come to think of it, he wondered if she had ever even shot a gun before. He had never personally taught her how, but considering her background it wouldn't surprise him if she had been to a firing range before. Either way, a firing range was a helluva lot different than live combat...
As he stepped out of the jet and onto the empty street he had landed in, he unholstered and raised a combat shotgun; flicking on a small flashlight at the end of the barrel. Sure, his suit had nightvision, but natural light was always better. The light from the gun revealed a terrifying seen. Blood spattered the sidewalks, windows on the buildings were shattered, cars were turned over, a random fire was burning her and there, and bodies... Mutilated, half-eaten, and digested bodies covered the streets. Rory had forgotten what a freak lair looked like until now, and remembered why he forced himself to forget it...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 24, 2011 13:24:55 GMT -5
”Why am I not surprised?” Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to believe he liked shooter games. Why? Because, the world wasn’t always at war. Rory had to do something when times were peaceful. Still… Games held no interest for Freya. Probably because she’d never played any, and so, had obviously never experienced the addicting nature of video games.
What did surprise Freya though… Was Rory shoving a gun into her hands. Sure, the woman had held one before, but she’d never actually fired one! Before now, she’d never even thought she might use one, because, hell, when you were a pyromancer, you didn’t believe you needed weapons!
She stared at him for several moments, an unsure look on her face as he spoke. Finally, she sighed. ”I have a very bad feeling about this.” This was really a bad idea, at least in her mind. She was more likely to hit Rory then the Freaks! Thankfully his suit was strong enough to deflect any out of control bullets. Anyway…. It looked like Freya was going to have to learn very quickly how to use a firearm.
With another sigh, she followed him out of the jet. Instantly, she paled, color draining from her skin. This was far worse then she'd ever expected...
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 25, 2011 9:47:49 GMT -5
Sadly, Rory had never even thought about why he liked video games before, especially why he liked shooter games. Freya was more correct than she thought though, that was the exact reason why he played them. There wasn't ALWAYS a fight that could be fought, there wasn't always a war that needed to be won, so when there wasn't... Halo and Call of Duty time baby. After all, he had to keep his nerves sharp somehow, and if he didn't do something well... A bored Rory is a dangerous Rory.
"Eh, dunnnit worry 'bout ih alainn. Jus' be sure ta hold the gun with both hands when ye shoot, ih has a nasty kick to ih." The 44. mag. could blow a hole through a concrete wall, but it had a recoil to match. If she held it strong, it would be no problem, he knew she was stronger than she looked (he'd seen that from experience). However, if a person didn't have a strong grip on it, that gun could bounce back, hit them in the head, and crack their skull. Perhaps he should've given her a smaller caliber to start with... Nah, go big or go home right?
Once outside the jet, Rory's mood turned to a slightly more serious nature as he walked along the street, stepping over a half eaten body, "Looks like the freaks already had some Chinese takeout..." That was... Morbid, to say the least. Ok, he was a little more serious.
A sudden noise caused Rory to jerk his gun up, the flashlight on the barrel shining at the corner of a building just in front of them. When the light pierced the darkness around the building, it did so just in time to reveal something running around the corner and disappearing out of sight. Oddly enough, his suits thermal scanners revealed no body heat anywhere around them, but he didn't trust that; freaks could be tricky sometimes.
"See tha' light on the horizon?" Rory lowered his gun and pointed at a soft glow that eminated from the horizon over all the rooftops, obviously lights, "Tha's the building we're headed too... Stay close..." It was fairly obvious he was telling her in case they got seperated, but he didn't want to actually say it. The thought of her not being under his protection and ending up like the corpses scattered around actually... disturbed him. He shook off the feeling and began quickly moving down the street, keeping his gun raised so he could see. The occasional noise, a moan here, a clicking there, could be heard in the darkness around them. They were not alone...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 25, 2011 18:38:28 GMT -5
Freya stared at him for several minutes, completely silent. Oh crap…. She’d completely forgotten about the recoil… Glancing down at the gun in her hand, she tried to imagine how bad it could be. Honestly…. She had no idea what it might be like. Well, she’d find out soon enough… And she’d take his advice to heart. Didn’t want to find out if those stories about nasty recoils causing injury were true… ”…. Yeah. I definitely have a bad feeling about this. Anything happens, it’s your fault.” She didn’t go into detail about what might happen.
It was amazing, and horrifying that he could still be his normal witty self, even in this situation. If she wasn’t having to look at the bodies, she might have laughed, or at least cracked a smile. As it was, she just frowned. She didn’t even offer her own witty response. If that said just how horrified by this scene she was.
Freya’s reaction was much slower then Rory’s, completely missing the movement. But… She was sure something was there, all because Rory didn’t jump at shadows. If he heard something, he heard something. Easy as that. Curious, she searched for body heat. She could pick up a little from the dead bodies, but other than that? Nothing. ”Am I not supposed to be able to feel them?” If they didn’t give off body heat… that would really complicate things.
Nodding, she turned forward once again, her gaze on the horizon. Definitely saw it. Even if he hadn’t pointed it out, that would probably be where she headed if they were separated. When in doubt, head for the only light, and hope you find Rory. Sounded like a solid plan. ”I don’t plan on being separated.”
The noise, at first, wasn’t that annoying. After a few minutes though, Freya was getting a little twitchy, it probably wouldn’t surprise Rory. Most everything got on her nerves after a while. ”Okay. If they keep doing that, I’m going to blow something up.”
((D: CRAP post! Sorry. >.<))
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 26, 2011 9:39:37 GMT -5
Almost instantly, something began to feel wrong to Rory. Sure, they were in the middle of a freak infested metropolis, surrounded by dead bodies, and forced under the cover of darkness; absolutely everything SHOULD feel wrong. To Rory though, it was more than that. He'd been in a freak lair before, he knew what it was like, generally they attacked you wave after wave after wave, never stopping. It wsa always a test on your nerves and your ammo supply. Now, however, there was mostly silence... Something was wrong.
"I think ye should be more worried abou' them feelin' you." Despite Rory's deadpan voice, and the fact that he had his gun raised and ready to fire at the slightest movement, he still seemed to have time make a sarcastic retort. Though he knew what she really meant, "I dunnit know alainn, I cannit pick 'em up on me thermal scanners either. Or me heartbeat moniters, er even me radar." The tone to his voice almost sounded... nervous?
Yes, there was the slightest hint of nervousness to his voice. Though if she knew what he knew, she would understand WHY he was being nervous. The sheer fact that they weren't being attacked had him more than a little concerned. "Would ye rather 'em be attackin' en masse?" Rory quipped slightly, them making noises from the darkness was better than being swarmed by thousands, right?
A sudden noise to the right side of the street caused Rory to jerk his gun over, the flash light piercing the darkness, and before the creature had time to move; 'BANG!' the shotgun exploded with a violent boom and.... The cat fell over dead. Seems that was incredibly bad timing for the poor creature to be digging for food, "Looks like curiousity really does kill the cat." Rory didn't generally kill wild animals like that, largely because he could relate to them more than he could to people. Regardless, it seemed as though his morbid sense of humor was extended to more than just humans.
Suddenly, there was blood curdling scream from directly in front of them. Rory jerked his gun up, the light from the flashlight revealing hundreds of freaks running down the road towards them; every one distorted in a different and horrific way. He didn't fire though. Pausing for a moment, he lowered his gun and slid a small flare out of a pouch on his suit. Jerking the top off, the flare exploded with light; revealing thousands of freaks. They were running out of the alleys, climbing down the sides of the buildings, closing in from behind them, and running at them from the front.
Rory slid his foot over, taking a very firm stance as he raised his shotgun slightly, "Ye ever wonder wha' General Custer felt like?" Rory cocked the shotgun, "We're abou' to find out."
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 9, 2011 17:47:51 GMT -5
Freya honestly felt like she was in a horror film. That some monstrosity was about to jump out at them at any moment. That wasn’t that off course either. They, quite literally, did have monstrosities about to jump out of them. Quite a few, to be honest. And Freya was being forced to use a gun on them…. Which, she’d never fired. This was bound to prove interesting.
”That’s a little eerie. So we just wait for them to come out?” That did not sit well with her. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like they’d have to wait to much longer. ”I probably would. At least we’d know what we were up against then.” She’d rather avoid the stupid mind games the freaks were playing. And one of the first things Rory had learned about Freya was unless she was the manipulative one, she despises mind games.
And then he shot a cat. Poor cat. She raised an eyebrow as she stared at him for a few moments, before chuckling and shaking her head. ”Remind me never to get a cat. You’d shoot the poor thing.” She doubted he’d actually shoot her pet cat (if she had one), but better safe than sorry, right? He’d pulled a gun on her before, just for moving too much while sleeping. Imagine what he’d do to a cat!
And then, all hell broke loose. Freaks were everywhere. Coming out of every nook and cranny. Freya wasn’t scared, exactly, but she was definitely unnerved. Yeah… It was times like these her fight or flight reaction was more heavily weighed towards flight. ”General who..?” Hey, she was French. Excuse her for not having spent that much time studying American History. Honestly, before now, she never would have thought it useful. "Is it strange that I'd rather run right now? I really don't want a repeat of Canada...."
((Sorry for making you wait so long D: And it’s a little crappy… But for some strange reason I just HAD to post as Freya. No idea why.))
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 11, 2011 19:28:23 GMT -5
"General Custer, he an' his men fough' off an entire nation o' indians all ah once." As the screaming freaks closed in it became more apparent how he and Freya were like General Custer and his soldiers. As if he could sense her next question, or more, knew what she'd ask next was inevitable, he went ahead and answered her next question for her, "They didn't win..." With how many hundreds, perhaps thousands, of freaks were closing in on them right now it looked as though Freya and Rory may just have a repeat of the famous last stand of Custer.
"Run, why would we run?" Rory could barely be heard over the thousands of freaks screeching for blood as they got closer, "They're in front o' us, behind us, flankin' us on either side, an' they outnumber us about eight hundred ta one..." Rory raised his shotgun and fired a shot, blowing the head off of the nearest freak that was charging in front of him, "No way in hell they're gettin' away from us this time." There was an almost psychotically gleeful undertone to his voice. Much like the tone of voice that a four year old child has when opening presents on christmas morning.
Could you really blame him though? The man was in his element, bloodshed, a wartorn city, death, destruction, bullets; WAR! Inside that metal suit of his, he began to show the freaks just how at home he was with the surroundings. A gunshot here, a carefully placed punch from his spiked fist there, to watch him taking on hundreds of freaks at once was almost like watching a professional ballerina perform Swan Lake.
It was poetry in motion, if you were in to poetry that consisted of vast carnage and mutilation of horrifically mutated monsters. Though he always made sure to stay within arms reach of Freya, and any time a mutant even began to get close to her, he would step in and quite literally rip its' head off.
In the middle of the chaos Rory suddenly froze, stopping in the middle of the fight; one hand still holding a headless freak, the other holding a shotgun that was pointed at where the freak's head once was. Time seemed to slow down as Rory let go of the dead freak and turn towards one of the side alley's some of the freaks were pouring out of. The ground suddenly trembled ever so slightly, then again a little harder, then again even harder, and then the entire street seemed to shudder as a massive shadowy figure could be seen barreling down the alley.
In one second, everything seemed to grow deathly silent as the freaks themselves paused in their combat. In the next second the alley entrance exploded, showering bricks and metal everywhere across the streets as the behemoth revealed itself in the light of Rory's flare. The monster stood a good twenty feet tall, far taller than Rory, and far bigger. The creatures head was sunk in to it's shoulders, like a body builder who's muscles had made it's neck disappear. It's chest was wider than a bus and each arm was the size of a small car, and with small legs it looked much like a massive, mutated, human-esque gorrilla. The freaks began to scatter out of the street as the behemoth froze, staring at Freya and Rory like an animal staring at something that had just entered it's territory.
"Tha's a new one..." Rory said calmly, "I'm betting he works out..."
As the street cleared, Rory didn't make a move, simply staring down the monster as it stared at Rory's helmet. As the smile slipped from Rory's face, his stance grew visibly threatened and he gripped his gun a little tighter, "...Run..." The word was quietly spoken, but as soon as it was said, the behemoth let out a deep and bone shaking yell before grabbing an overturned car on the side-walk and chunking it toward Rory and Freya like a child would throw a ball. This truly was a surprise for him, he had never seen a freak like this before, and Rory hated surprises...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 13, 2011 1:16:39 GMT -5
Okay… The fact that Rory felt the need to compare her and him to this General Custer was worrisome to say the least. Sure, she had no idea who he was (obviously), but just Rory saying the man lost was reason enough! Yup. Rory thought they were going to die. Fantastic. That really comforted her.
”Them getting away isn’t the issue! It’s US!” While Freya knew she was likely going to die sometime during this adventure…. She didn’t want to die BEFORE they reached Darkside! Or at all, if given a choice. Either way. If she had to die during this all, she’d want to live to see it all the way through. Not to mention, she didn’t have nine lives, so unlike Rory, she wouldn’t come back if a Freak got lucky.
Speaking of Freaks, they were getting way to close for comfort. Rory was already shooting, for heaven’s sake! Not knowing exactly what she was doing, she slowly raised her own weapon, the blasted gun that her lover had given her (And making sure she had both hands on the gun), and fired. In a normal situation, it would have taken a lot of luck to hit anything, but considering they were surrounded by thousands of freaks? Yeah, didn’t take much skill. She could shoot straight up and probably hit one. Still, she wasn’t thinking about this first time holding a gun. No, she was far more concerned about the recoil.
Freya was so surprised, she yelped sharply, just near dropping it. ”DAMN IT, RORY!” Was all she could say in her shock. Why the hell hadn’t he warned her it was THAT bad?! She didn’t have time to stay angry at him though, which she was to make things clear. Because guess what? The freaks were running. Either they all had something better to do, or something very bad was coming. Up until now, her back had been to Rory, but slowly she turned to look at the….. monstrosity looming above them. Oh hell…. You had got to be kidding…
And even Rory was agreeing they should run now! Okay, they were in serious trouble. To make matters worse. There was a freaking car flying at them. Perfect. Dropping the gun (Only for a moment, she promised to pick it back up…. She just didn’t want Rory getting mad at her for melting ANOTHER gun), she threw her hands up, flames erupting from her palms and engulfing the car and effectively stopping it from squashing the couple. ”Okay. Time to run.”
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 13, 2011 23:07:27 GMT -5
As the car flew towards them, Rory didn't even move. After all, the suit he was wearing had quite a few tricks to it, most of them defensive. Though, just as he was bracing for the car to hit him, he continued waiting and waiting... Glancing up he saw that the car had been completely engulfed in flames, and was being pushed back just enough so that it landed a few feet from Rory. Slowly he turned to look back at Freya, then at the gun on the ground.
"Ye drop yer gun, and say ih's time ta retreat... Aye... Ye really are French." Freya may be able to burn things with her power, but Rory had a particular knack for causing some severe verbal burns. Now really wasn't the time for such a retort, but he honestly could not stop himself. "But ye should get outta here... Pick up yer gun and run, I'll catch up as soon as I take care o'... ugly." As he spoke, he slowly turned back to behemoth as it was charging, and casually holstered his shotgun.
While he holstered his gun, a very visible change began to occur on his suit at the same time. Every short spike that lined his arms, knuckles, and helmet grew ever so slightly and turned from a short stud into a razor sharp, and brutal looking, point. Two of the points on his helmet began to enlarge and extend, curling around the front of his helmet into a vicious set of horns that protected his face even further. A slight red glow began to eminate from every crack in the suit, giving him the appearance of being on fire from within. If it was at all possible, Rory truly looked more like a demon than ever before, like a creature that had just stepped out of the mouth of hell itself.
As the behemoth charged forward, Rory did the same, setting one foot on the flaming car in front of him as he ran and pushing himself into the air for a superman punch aimed for the behemoth's head. The two collided, Rory's clawed fist slamming into the beasts head, and the best slamming a fist into Rory's spiked chest. The behemoth was sent reeling backwards with the blow, blood spraying from the set of gashes in his face. Rory was slammed backward into the flaming car, cracking the cement with the force of his landing. Without a moment of hesitation, he leapt to his feet and shook his hands slightly, small claws extended from each finger of his armored gloves. He spun around and grabbed the flaming car he had landed into and picked it up with a grunt before throwing it at the behemoth. For the first time he was showing the full limits of his suit and showed that it not only protected him, but turned him into a true force to be reckoned with. Hopefully that behemoth brought friends...
Unfortunately for both Rory and Freya, the beast did bring them; though they weren't quite as... Obvious as their massive friend. If one looked closely at the alley behind Freya, they would be able to see the slight movement of two shadowy figures. In the next second, two tenticle-esque snaked out of the alley along the ground toward Freya. One latched onto her left leg and jerked her roughly just as the other latched onto her right leg and both began pulling her quickly into the darkness of the alley. Today was definitely going to be one of those days...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 14, 2011 0:08:56 GMT -5
Obviously, Rory didn’t appreciate her concern for his firearm. Because while she was thinking along the lines of not melting it, he was thinking she was getting ready to turn tail and surrender. Bastard. His insult just then was worse than him saying Tari would win in a fight between the twins! It made her so angry, that even in the middle of the battle field, he’d feel a very very high spike in the temperature. Honestly, it probably shot up more than thirty degrees in half a second.
Freya could put up with most of his jabs at her nationality, hell, she ignored most of them But THAT? THAT he would pay for. People calling her people, the French, cowards, was a beyond sore spot for her. It made her want to strangle the person. ”Repeat that, I didn’t quite catch it.” Usually, when she was angry at Rory, she sounded pissed. This time though? If words could kill…. Well, Rory would definitely be dead ten times over. She sounded beyond angry.
The rest of what he said was met by deaf ears. Honestly, Freya didn’t even want to look at the man who’d just seriously insulted her nation. None the less, she picked up the gun, like she’d PLANNED, and took off. If he died? Yeah, he deserved. Maybe it’d give him some time to ponder, and hopefully come to the conclusion that insulting your fiancé THAT bad, was one of the biggest mistakes a man could make. Thank god she didn’t think about taking the ring off. Talk about shortest engagement ever.
Stupid Rory. She was so focused on being mad at him she was completely unaware of her surroundings. Didn’t notice the movement in the darkness, didn’t notice two somethings slithering towards her. Thankfully, she did notice the sudden pressure on her legs…. Right when they jerked forward. Ripped off her feet, there wasn’t much she could do as she landed a way to hard on the cement pavement. You could almost say the sound was…. Sickening, the crack so loud even Rory, if he wasn’t too busy, would pick it up even from who knows how many yards away. Either way, even one tenth of the force would have rendered a person unconscious. Freya was, obviously, out for the count. Probably for quite a while, when you thought about how her fall had sounded….
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