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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 30, 2011 3:30:37 GMT -5
On the main level of the catwalks, Cassandra and Rory were already locked in some brutal combat. Considering that she was the one who taught Rory, it was only natural that she knew most of his moves and he knew most of hers, "There's somethin' I've been meanin' ta tell ya Cassie..." Rory said as he avoided a slash from her blade, and countered with a right hook. Cassandra deflected the blow and slammed her foot into Rory's chest, sending him tumbling back into the railing of the catwalk.
"Well spit it out before I kill you." She spoke calmly, it wasn't a threat, it was a statement. She wanted him to say what was on his mind before she killed him and he couldn't talk...
"I always took ih easy on ye when we were sparring... Tha's why ye always won." Rory said, lunging forward with a knee toward her chest. Cassie easily side-stepped the attack and twisted on her foot, slamming the hilt of her sword into the back of Rory's head. She simply laughed at what he said, obviously mocking him and clearly not believing him.
"Typical for a man to say that..." She lunged forward, attempting to drive her sword through Rory's back and into his heart. Rory smoothly stepped to the side, and stepped backwards as he raised his elbow up, slamming the point of his elbow into her head. She spun around, moving her body with the force of the hit.
Immediately she lashed at, slashing downwards and cut Rory across chest, causing his shirt to tear and a thin red line appear on his torso. Rory retaliated, bringing his mace up with huge force and slamming it into the bottom of her chin; the blow ripped the front of her helmet out. Not waiting to give Rory a chance, she staggered backward, but hit the ground as he charged and tripped him; slamming her sword into his heart, then pulling it back out.
What seemed to have killed Rory, didn't even give him time to "die". Almost immediately he stood up, the hole from the sword and from her slash, healing rapidly. Rory had died so many times by the sword that it didn't take any time to come back from it by now. Likewise, the blood that had been spewing from Cassandras jaw from Rory's hit, began to rapidly heal before their eyes. Not only that, but the helmet itself was already repairing itself, covering her face slowly once more.
Cassandra wiped a bit of blood off her lip and looked at Rory with a bored expression, "...We'll be at this all day."
"Or ye could jus' give up." Rory presented the second option, Cassandra smirked slightly just as her helmeted covered her face once more. Apparently that was a no...
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Down below, the fireball slammed directly into the guardians chest. He was tossed back onto the catwalk a short ways and laid there limply. After a few moments, he pulled himself back to his feet. The entire front of his armor was melted off, revealing charred skin and yet strangely, he was not acting as if he was in any pain.
"You'll have to try harder than that frauline." The man's Russian accent was thick as he charged toward Freya once again. This time, right before he got to her, he jumped off of the catwalk and onto one of the clone tanks on the side. Instead of falling off of it though, he continued to climb horizontally across the wall, like a spider, before jumping back onto the catwalk behind Freya. As soon as he landed, he slid to the ground and threw his leg out to hit Freya in the shin. This man obviously fought with speed more than brute strength, he moved around like a monkey, agile and obviously gravity meant little to him...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 30, 2011 3:43:22 GMT -5
Freya kind of wished she could have watched Rory take down his old girlfriend. Well, as long as he won. Anyway, the point was, she’d rather be watching their fight then be in her own. Mostly because…. She wanted to make sure the woman died. A bit sadistic of her, yes, but Freya really disliked the idea of Rory being with other women….
Anyway, back to her fight. Probably a good idea. The was guy just starting to get up. The front of his suit was melted off, flesh burned. But…. He was moving like he didn’t even feel it. Well, that was great. She could hurt him, but he didn’t feel it. Just meant she’d have to kill him as quickly as possible, before he got the chance to kill her…
She was preparing her next attack as he charge when… he jumped off the catwalk. What. The. Hell? She moved to try and get a look at him, because, with these people letting them out of your sight was a bad idea. Before she could even spot him though, she felt a sudden pain in her shin, a leg sweeping her off her feet and sending her sprawling onto her back. Hissing, her reaction was just as quick as before, the temperature exploding around her, but focusing entirely on the man, intending on cooking him alive as she got back onto her feet, rubbing the back of her head where she’d hit it on the catwalk. Yeah… She’d definitely feel this tomorrow…. ”How’s that for you?” She muttered it under her breath, half expected, and half not expecting, to get a response…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 30, 2011 4:05:52 GMT -5
"I really have somethin' ta tell ya, alainn." Rory said as the two continued their fight on the main catwalk. Both of them were getting numerous cuts, bruises, and more. In the space of only ten minutes, Rory had been killed once, and wounded numerous times. Just as well, Cassandra had received numerous killing blows from Rory and healed perfectly from them. It seemed as though both were evenly matched to the extreme.
A slight sigh could be heard from Cassandra as they fought, as if annoyed by Rory, "What?" Despite her voice sound metallic, you could hear how cold her tone of voice was.
"I've always taken ih easy on ye when we've fough'..." Rory repeated almost the same exact line to her. As he spoke, he managed to avoid an attack from Cassie, and in turn, slip behind her. As he moved behind her he brought down his mace quickly to the back of her head, sending her slamming into the catwalk.
Without a second to even think, she spun her legs around, flipping herself onto her back, and wrapping her legs around Rory's. She roughly jerked her legs toward her chest and in turn, pulled Rory to the ground, "So you've mentioned..." She said coldly, pulling herself to her feet a plunging the sword downward toward Rory's chest...
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The Russian grinned wickedly as Freya hit the ground, and with the agility of an acrobat he rolled backwards, onto his feet; facing Freya once more. Just as he was about to charge her for a second time and end the fight, a blast of heat hit him so intense that his skin could be seen bubbling and blistering within seconds. Though, not a single shriek was uttered, and a stoic look came across the russians face as he hit his knees. Soon his skin was peeling off from his meat, but couldn't be seen as he hit the catwalk dead.
Smoke rose up from his corpse, apparently the battle was over. Though, Freya seemed to keep forgetting that absolutely nothing in the Agency was as simple as it seemed. As the body laid there smoldering, it suddenly began to spasm slightly, as if it was having a siezure. A crack appeared down the middle of the body, and the body itself began to... Split into two, like an amoeba.
Soon, the two split off forms grew another set of their missing arms, and legs, and their entire bodies seemed to heal. Slowly, the Russians both stood up, and both were covered with their silver suit once more. "Good trick, vallflower, vut mine vas better I think, no?" The Russian on the right side with a laugh. Immediately one guardian charged Freya, throwing a right hook for her head while the second Russian jumped into the air and clung to the bottom of the catwalk above them like a spider. He crawled along the roof a short ways, then let go and landed behind Freya, dropped to his feet he threw a kick at her ankles the same time her partner was throwing his hook.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 30, 2011 13:56:22 GMT -5
This was a little ridiculous. The bodyguard, Simone they’d called him, didn’t even utter a sound as he was roasted alive. He didn’t even seem to register the pain. And when he finally dropped, she waited. Things were never easy. Rory had been trying to warn her about something… And she was pretty sure the man would jump right back up and attack again.
What did happen, wasn’t exactly expected… But at least for once, she wasn’t stunned. Rory had mentioned him being a ‘sort of’ duplicator. ”I’ve seen better.” She was scowling as one thought came to mind. ”Will that happen every time I kill you?” That would get a little crazy if he split every time he died. Just like a Hydra…
Both charged, one charging her, the other trying to get around her. She really couldn’t have that, but couldn’t’ do anything to stop it, because the one in front had her a little distracted. Trying to get out of the way, she actually back stepped right into the kick, once again finding herself slamming down onto the catwalk…. With a right hook right to her cheek. She lay there a moment, slightly dazed… before that fury from before was back. There was a moment of tension, as static made a few hairs stand up on end. Then… lightning cracked, slamming into both doubles…. And probably electrifying the catwalk about her…. Well, at least Rory and his Ex girlfriend wouldn’t forget Freya was still around…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Sept 30, 2011 21:42:43 GMT -5
The longer that Rory and Cassandra fought, the more apparent it became that they were about as evenly matched as two opponents could possibly be. Neither one could seem to land a hard blow, yet neither one was able to completely dodge every attack. It was truly like watching an unstoppable force, meeting an unmovable object. What was most interesting though, was that despite how evenly matched they were, their fighting styles were drastically different.
Cassandra moved with a grace, and speed, that was unmatched. Every single movement she made was as elegant as a professional dancer. Though behind the grace, there was an unmistakable lethality to it all. The more you watched, the more you realized it was less like a dancer, and more like a snake. Moving to and fro with unnatural agility, and striking faster than you could even react. What was more, was that every single time she lashed out, it was intended to kill. Not a single strike by her was intended to wound. Her movements were as beautiful as they were deadly.
Then there was Rory, who was somewhat similiar to Cassandra in that he moved with an unnatural grace and speed, but from there the similiarities ended. Where Cassie was like a cobra, dancing and lashing out beautifully, every movement Rory made seemed to show a psychotic blood lust behind it. Sure, he was fast, and yes, he was unnaturaly graceful for a man as large as he was, but his style was wild and completely unpredictable. He moved about like a monkey, never landing in the same place twice, and when he attacked it wasn't just meant to kill; it was meant to obliterate. Every strike he had seemed to show that with every hit he was going to bring you down in one hit... One very, very, painful hit.
This 'dance' was beginning to annoy Rory though, so he decided to up the ante a little. Jumping back as he avoided a somersaulting kick from Cassandra, he pulled out a very large pistol and pointed it at her head. As soon as he went to pull the trigger though, he froze completely and so did Cassandra. Though, they didn't exactly freeze per se... Their bodies were convulsing as electricty coursed through them, the entire catwalk was popping and arcing with electricty.
Cassandra's entire body locked up, but the longer the electricty coursed through the suit, the more the suit became immune to it, allowing her to move a little bit. Rory on the other hand, his entire body locked up as he forced himself to glance down at the catwalk below him... Damn Freya... Unfortunately, when his body locked up, so did his hand... The hand that was holding the gun... Without meaning to, his hand pulled the trigger on the gun and the bullet hit the catwalk, then ricocheted up into the upper levels of the warehouse.
"Seems your girlfriend needs to mind her environment a little more next time..." Cassandra spoke, venom practically dripping with every word as she walked up to Rory who had collapsed onto the ground still shaking, even though the catwalk was no longer electrified.
Finally, his body stopped convulsing enough for him to speak and he began to... laugh... Laugh hysterically even, "What's so funny you bafoon?"
Rory slowly lifted his hand up and pointed to the ceiling, "Seems... ya need... ta mind... yer own environment... lass..." Rory's shot had ricocheted up and hit one of the oxygen tanks that supplied air for some of the clone pods. The oxygen tank exploded like a bomb, exploding more oxygen tanks by it and completely shattering the clone pods. What was worse, was that the liquid that Rory's clones were floating in was not water, but a gel... a very, very, flammable gel. So as the oxygen tanks exploded, showers of fire rained down onto the catwalks below. As one of the tanks exploded, it ripped apart the upper catwalk, which crashed into the catwalk below it, and continued it's descent.
Cassandra jumped and rolled beside Rory just as the two catwalks slammed into the one they were on, ripping it apart. Thankfully it only brought down half of it, the other half was still being supported by a few creaking cables. They heap of metal continued downward, crashing through Freya and Simone's level, then through the last catwalk, and finally landing on the bottom of the warehouse. As if that wasn't enough, oxygen tanks continued to randomly explode with deafening sound, raining down flaming gel with every explosion. In minutes, the bottom of the warehouse was waist deep in flaming jell and spiked metal. One wrong step would mean death in multiple ways.... The agency may be a lot of things, but they sure knew how to throw one hell of a party!
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"Keep trying, find out, eh?" The Russian said with a wicked snear behind his mask as they attacked Freya. Both of them continued that wicked grin when she hit the ground, but weren't smiling for long as lighting slammed into their bodies and reacted violently with their metal suits. Both were sent flying several feet away from Freya on either side of the catwalk.
A few moments went by and soon they began to stand up... ALL of them began to stand up. Now there were for Russians, two on each side of Freya. "Hehe... Keep trying." One of them said wickedly, but before they could do anything a massive explosion caused them to look up, distracted. In one second, everything seemed calm, in the next, all hell broke loose...
Fire rained down in all directions, lighting up the dark warehouse. Then, without anytime to react, a massive heap of metal slammed into the catwalk their were standing on, right on top of the two guardians that were standing behind Freya. The force of the hit made the other two guardians hit the ground just as a large glob of gel landed on them, melting through their suits.
Once again, they didn't die, but four more stood up, all facing Freya. Immediately they all began moving toward her, slowly, not attacking yet but forcing her to back up toward the edge of the destroyed catwalk... Which hung over the lake of fire, and the massive heap of spiked metal. "Time for goodnight, yes?" One of them said, and immediately three of them charged her as one stood back. Obviously their intent was to grab Freya, and drag her down into the little hell Rory and Cassandra had created. The good thing about creating duplicates was that sacrafice for the greater good was never a big deal...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Sept 30, 2011 23:52:13 GMT -5
Great….. Now there were four of them. Lightning didn’t work either. So how was she supposed to kill the guy…. Guys. Anyway. She was back on her feet before them, her gaze going right and left as she tried to find an escape. Being smack in the middle of a bunch of them was a really bad idea. Before they could attack though…. Fire was raining down on them. Looking up, she stared at the fire, curious where it’d come from, before her attention was brought back to her opponents…. Who were being squished.
Just perfect. Now there were six of him. How exactly was she supposed to kill this guy?! Well… She could just try to make him duplicate more than possible. He’d die sooner or later with that tactic. So… With that plan in mind…. Basically all she had to do was kill him as many times as possible. THAT she could do. Well, as long as they weren’t throwing her into that inferno below.
The fire felt strange…. Different from anything she’d felt before now. Sure, it was still a fire but it was…. Just strange. And not just felt strange, it tasted strange. Yes. Tasted. To Freya, different types of Fires had different tastes. For example, Forest fires. They tasted like mint. This fire….. It left a sour aftertaste in her mouth.
And, she and three of the copies went plummeting down into the sour flames. By sheer luck, she managed to miss the spikes… But that didn’t mean she was out of the clear. It took a lot to burn Freya but these flames….. They were wrong. They didn’t burn her necessarily, but it felt like it. Letting out a short, startled shriek, her own flames wrapped around her, launching her into the air and back onto the catwalk. To say she was startled, was an understatement. She’d never had flames actually hurt her before!
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 1, 2011 0:35:44 GMT -5
Now this was what made combat worthwhile, this is why Rory loved war. In less than a minute, the entire battlefield had changed. Tactics would have to change and everyone would have to adapt or get consumed by the chaos that had just taken over the warehouse of clone pods. In war, in combat itself, nothing could ever be predicted, nothing could ever be truly understood. It was why Rory craved it, in situations like this absolutely NOTHING else mattered but surviving. Life became clear in a matter of seconds, with a singular goal that everyone was trying desperately to achieve... War... It's Fantastic.
After Cassandra had jumped to avoid being crushed under the falling catwalks, Rory didn't hesitate in the time he had just been given to blind-side his enemy. Rory forced himself to his feet, pushing through the pain and the continually spasming muscles. Raising his mace high above his head, he brought it down sharply into the back of Cassandra's helmet. She had been pulling herself to her feet when the blow struck, but was instantly slammed back into the catwalk. Several more blows slammed into the back of the helmet, spattering blood and metal everywhere.
Pausing for a moment, Rory hooked his foot under her chest and flipped her onto her back. Then he bent down and ripped open her cracked helmet, revealing a very bloody, but healing face. He had very little time to do what he had planned before either she healed, or the suit healed. Tearing open the suit a bit more, he grabbed a few wires that were sticking out of the mouthpiece and brought them up to his lips, "Engineering...System Check... Run Diagnostic Procedure: One One Three 'A'." Rory spoke calmly into the mouth piece with a wicked grin.
Slowly he stood up and stepped back as the suit jumped to it's feet, against Cassandra's will. Immediately, the chest plate began to retract, as well as the helmet, and it froze in a standing position; spitting Cassandra out onto the catwalk. She was wearing a tight, form fitting, single piece spandex suit; and it was covered with blood. "Oops, looks like somebody knew the magic words..." Rory said with a grin. Though she didn't have the suit anymore, that didn't mean she wasn't a threat. Grabbing her sword from the ground, she slashed upward at Rory, forcing him to take a step back, closer to the edge of the catwalk.
Though she was still fast without the suit, unfortunately, she just couldn't seem to land a blow on Rory, but continually forced him to back up. "Ye know Cassie, there's somethin' I've been meanin' ta tell ya... All those times we sparred..." Rory began, saying the same exact line for the third time.
Cassandra lunged forward, trying to pierce the blade through Rory's chest, but Rory calmly side-stepped as if this was very boring. He then grabbed the hilt of her weapon with his free hand, and slammed the elbow of his other arm into her nose; forcing her to let go of the blade. With a single fluid movement, he spun the blade around, and pierced it through her neck before she could even fall backward. Twisting the blade slightly, he hooked it in her neck and jerked it back, forcing her to came face to face with him, "...I always took ih easy on ye..." He said quietly, then leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "I told ye I would be comin' fer yer head..."
With a sudden and sharp movement, blood spurted across Rory's face, and her head hit the ground... Then her body followed. Rory didn't even look down, he simply stepped over her corpse like it was a piece of trash and made his way through the fire and flames toward HIS suit. Calmly, he took off all his weapons, then stepped inside the suit. A slight whirring sounded out as the suit began to cover him, then... intense pain. Rory fell to his knees as the suit treated him like an intruder, plunging needles deep within his muscles. The next second, he fell face first onto the catwalk, limp. In the darkness of the suit, and the darkness of his unconsciousness, something amazing occurred... Rory could remember everything...
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The Russians hit Freya with the force of an NFL linebacker as they tackled her over the edge of the catwalk and into the flaming death below. As they launched over the edge, the forth Guardian calmly folded his arms behind his back and began walking to the edge. Carefully, he peered over the edge and into the fiery depths below. He could not see his clones, nor could he see Freya. The Elensar woman had been easier to beat than he had imagined it seemed. Now all they had to do was hold Rory until Darkside got here.
A sudden noise behind the Guardian made him pause, slowly he turned around to see a head of bright red hair. So she had made it through it alive? That was... unfortunate, "I'm impressed... But now I grow tired of game... You die." As he spoke, three guardians crawled up the side of the wall to the right of the catwalk, and three more crawled up the left side.
There was a short pause, as they all stared at Freya, the only side that could be heard were the fires crackling and the fighting of Cassandra and Rory above. Suddenly all three of the guardians on the left side jumped through the air to tackle Freya, as the guardian still standing on the catwalk charged her; sliding to the ground just as he got close to her to try and knock her off her feet. The other through guardians jumped onto the catwalk, two in front of Freya and one behind her, all throwing kicks and punches at the same time. Trying to overload Simone was easier said than done...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 1, 2011 0:56:42 GMT -5
Freya was beyond frustrated. Flames were not supposed to hurt her! Ever! And the sour tasting flames had done just that. Scowling, she glared at the bodyguard. ”if you wanted me dead, you wouldn’t keep trying to trip me.” She, on the other hand, had been aiming to kill the whole time. She w as about to kill this one, when she spotted movement out of the corner of her eyes..
Great… Not only had they survived, they’d duplicated. And they were back with a vengeance. Oh well, she’d already decided to keep killing him over and over again until he didn’t come back. No more plotting on her part. Now, she just had to cause as much damage as possible. In sync, all copies were on the move.
The plan was simple, her usual burn all without a care in the world. And, considering there were already those flames down below…. She didn’t have to make her own. They were also apparently more potent than her own… The flames shot upward, literally turning into an inferno to engulf the whole lower catwalk, including Freya because one of them was just a little to close leave him out. Sure, the flames hurt like hell, but she had a greater resistance to them than normal people.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 1, 2011 1:41:52 GMT -5
The Russian didn't say anything to Freya when she made the snide remark to him. Now the time for talking was over, and their actions would speak louder than their words. Though, as soon as they got close to Freya, their very suits began to glow red. Before they knew it, the entire catwalk was englufed in a plume of smoke and flames. Their suits began to melt right off of their bodies, and their skin bubbled and cracked under the strange fire. All seven of them collapsed at Freya's feet in an instant.
Funny that Freya had mentioned the Russian's power was like a Hydra, as that was the very codename that was given to him inside the Agency. Like a Hydra, for every one that died, two more rose. It was a very dangerous powerful that could easily overwhelm anyone, especially the trigger happy. So, while seven fell to Freya's feet, fourteen began to rise. One of the Russians grabbed her leg as he stood up, while the rest immediately jumped her before she could overwhelm them with flames again.
They weren't going to let her beat them, all of them piled on top of her, like a massive metal dogpile. Unfortunately, whoever was at the bottom of this dog pile likely wasn't going to come out alive. Just as they began to try and tear her limb from limb, a sudden, and very loud, 'bang' made everyone freeze.
At first, the Russian thought it was another explosion, as the entire catwalk shook with whatever hit it, but as he stood up from the dogpile to turn and look at the cause of the noise, he froze in place. Though the Russian's face was covered with a helmet, his entire stance seemed to scream 'terrified'. Immediately, all fourteen of the Russians stood and away from Freya, taking a few steps back as if afraid.
At the far end of the catwalk a hulking figure was standing calmly, and obviously wearing an agency suit, but something was different about this one. The suited figure took a step forward, into the light, to reveal what could only be described as demonic. The suit was blood red, much like the one Cassandra had been wearing, but beyond that, everything was different. Instead of being smooth and sleek, it bulged out and accented every muscle of the wearer. The helmet was rounded, and skull like, sunken in at the cheeks, jaw, and eyes.
Short spikes ran down the shoulders, biceps, and forearms of the suit. Each knuckle on the gloves had a spike as well. Black lines twisted and turned over every muscle of the suit, looking like the corrupted veins on demonic skin. Strapped onto the suit were an assortment of guns and weapons. To put it shortly, if war had even been an actual person... The figure standing before them was exactly what it would look like. In the right hand of the suit, was a black spiked mace. In the left hand, hanging by raven black hair, was what looked like... a head.
"This is my land." An irish accent came from within the suit as it slowly turned and looked at each of the Russians, a black glow eminating from the helmets eyes, "This is my castle. I am king here." Slowly he lifted his left hand, revealing that what he was holding was in fact a head... Cassandra's head, her expression froze in a look of absolute horror. Rory held it there for a moment, staring at it, "Hail ta the king, baby." He said to the decapitated head before tossing it at the feet of the Russians.
"Rory... you're... You're ali-" Before the Russian could finish, a mace slammed into his face and sent him flying backward.
Rory had thrown the mace and slowly began to unsheathe a sword in his left hand and a gun in his right, "And never better." Rory slowly looked over them all before looking down at Freya, "Good grief Freya... Overkill really is your favorite word isn't it..." Just as he finished, one of the Russians charged him.
With a movement that was barely seen, Rory raised his right hand, which held a sawed off shotgun, and blew the Russian's head apart, "All ye had ta do was shoot 'em in the head, alainn..." True to his word, the headless Russian didn't get up. Fighting for their lives now, half of them charged Rory while the other half turned back to Freya to try and beat her to death. Death, violence, and gore were abound... Behind Rory's mask, he smiled....
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 1, 2011 2:15:36 GMT -5
Freya wasn’t even aware of what happened next. All seven had been dead, slowly splitting in two, when one of the faster to regenerate latched onto her leg, as the others, only a hair slower, literally tackled her…. Well, at least she knew what a football player felt like now. At the bottom, Freya was left stunned and breathless, the weight making it impossible to draw another. That didn’t stop her from fighting though. She tried to kick them off, reach out to the flames below once again…. Before she could though, all of them froze…. Before getting off of her and stepping back. Sitting up with a ‘I don’t get it’, look on her face, she looked for the source of their sudden fear.
And there…. Was a towering figure. In a red suit. In a menacing, almost demonic, red suit. It took a few moments for the whole thing to click in her head. And when it did…. She smirked a little. As strange as it was…. She kind of liked the look of Rory in the suit. It made him a little more attractive, even if she couldn’t see his face.
She couldn’t help but grin a little at what he said to the Russian bodyguard(s), holding back a ‘if you’re king, what does that make me?’ comment. She’d save it for later…. For some reason though, she was pretty sure he’d just say she was a concubine… So maybe asking would be a really bad idea. She didn’t feel like being insulted.
Rolling to her feet, she smiled sheepishly when he finally spoke to her. ”What? This is nothing. If you’d given me five more minutes there would have been a hundred of him!” She sounded a little too cheerful for what had just happened. Like always, it meant she was up to something. Only, in this case, it was more like a ‘I reeeaaally like your suit’ cheerful…. Where you might expect her to melt it off. Wait… Now was not the time for thoughts like that…. Bad Freya!
When Rory demonstrated on how easy it was to permanently kill him though…. She scowled. He was kidding…. Right? Dammit! ”How was I supposed to know that?!” Something as simple at that….. It infuriated her that she hadn’t thought of it. It only proved how single minded Freya got in a fight…
Focusing on the heads of the copies as they charged her, she decided to play with that strange fire again. Creating what could only be called ‘flame bullets’ and exploding them into the heads of each one. Meanwhile… She was leaning over the edge of the catwalk staring down at the rest of the blazing inferno below. ”You know, I kind of like the sour fire. It’s much more potent then my own.” The way she said it, sounded like she wanted to take it all with her like a pet…. Rory, if he was paying attention, might even think she was like a little kid asking their parent the infamous ‘Awww, can I keep it?’ question every time they found an animal.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 1, 2011 2:52:53 GMT -5
The Odin suit, named after the most powerful of the Norse gods, and for good reason. The suit itself was one of the most powerful weapons that Darkside had ever created, it drastically enhanced the powers of any mutant that wore it. Though, what was more unique, was that the suit actually changed depending on the powers and personality of the person wearing it. If you were fast and graceful, you got something that looked like what Cassandra was wearing. If you were a war machine that thrived on death and you were a little bit psychotic, well...
It was the suit that made it possible for Rory to so easily kill omega's, so there was good reason for the fear in the Russians, they knew exactly what he could do in it. However, a reaction that Rory wasn't expecting was the one from Freya. She stood up off the catwalk with an excitement and cheer that was reminded Rory of a schoolgirl talking to her crush in the cafeteria room.
Come to think of it, Rory had never seen her act like this before, yet the look in her eye was all too familiar, "Well... I can always come back later." Though his voice was muffled slightly, the sarcasm came through loud in clear. Yet, what he was most curious about was what Freya was up to... If she was thinking what she looked like she was thinking well... They needed to be somewhere more private for Rory's thoughts on that matter...
Rory didn't have time to answer her next question as he was immediately being charged by several of the Russians that were still alive. With unnatural speed, he fired off two rounds, each exploding a head, before the mob even got to him. With a fluid movement, he cleanly decapitated the next closest Russian just as something heavy landed on his back. One of them had snuck around him and was trying to rip his helmet off now.
The force of the hit made Rory drop his gun, which was a bad thing for the Russian. Quickly reaching back, he grabbed the Russian and through him to the ground, slamming his foot down on the man's chest and knocking the air out of him. THen calmly, he reached down and grabbed the man by his head, lifting him up so that he was eye level with Rory.
"Looks like all yer lives are ou', boy-o." Rory motioned to all the dead duplicates on the catwalk.
"Please... I alvays liked you Rory, maybe ve can vork somesing out, yes?" The man asked, trying to make a deal with Rory. Though Rory didn't say a word, instead, the metal of the man's helmet suddenly began to creak and pop. The man thrashed around as Rory began to crush the helmet in on his head. One second the man was alive, and the next, blood spattered Rory's suit as he ripped the head off the Russian.
"Alright, let's negotiate." Rory said to the headless body, which collapsed to the floor. He glanced down at the head in his hands, "Damn... Probably should've said that sooner... Oh well." He tossed the head over his shoulder and into the pit of fire, moving toward Freya who was all to calmly leaning against the catwalk and staring down into the fire.
Rory glanced at the fire, then at her, then back to the fire, "No." Though Freya hadn't asked him anything, he knew exactly what she was thinking. A sudden explosion shook the entire room, the entire base it seemed. Red lights and sirens sounded inside the room, "..." He listened for a moment, "I'm guessin' tha' sound is bad..." The entire base shook again as if another explosion hit it.
"Party's over." Rory said as he quickly moved to the end of the catwalk. He tried to move the door but it was locked. With an almighty "bang", he slammed his fist into the door, causing a huge dent. With another slam of his fist the door was ripped off it's hinges and sent flying down the hall... Only one two words crossed Rory's mind as he kicked down the door and could practically smell freedom... Chinese Takeout...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 1, 2011 3:12:13 GMT -5
”Hm…. Nah. I don’t want to get dog piled again.” Freya liked making Rory worry. It was a fun pastime. And, when she was unusually chipper about something, it always worried him because…. Well, it was never a good sign when she was openly happy. Seductive, normal. Angry, expected. Happy, unnerving….
So, you could say part of her reaction was, purely because she liked to watch him squirm. The other part though, was just pure infatuation with the flames below. They were so interesting. She’d never been harmed by fire before, and she was curious how such a thing was possible.
She had ignored the entire fight, only looking in time to see Rory mess up the negotiations. ”You got that backwards.” Her gaze, returned to the flames after. She was almost mesmerized by them, which was a little freaky to be honest. While she’d been forced to endure Rory’s love for machinery, he’d never been exposed to what happened when Freya found a fire she really liked. It was almost like the fire inside her was literally drawn to anything with in her power she didn’t understand. And these chaotic flames…. She didn’t understand. There was actually a need inside her to investigate…. Until she heard that sharp ‘No’.
Rory’s voice seemed to snap her out of it, the woman blinking as she looked back at him. Quite literally, she had been in a trance, unable to break free until Rory spoke. ”Huh?” Obviously she had no idea what exactly had happened…
The sirens going off suddenly made her jump, before scowl. ”It’s never a good sound.” She jogged after him, and couldn’t help but notice how quickly he took down the door. Well, that was some impressive new suit… Before following him into the hallway, she stopped to give the chemical flames one last look. She’d really have to figure out how to duplicate it when they weren’t in such a hurry…. With a depressed sigh, she ran after him..
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 1, 2011 3:27:32 GMT -5
Fortunately, Rory had been a little preoccupied with the whole base blowing up thing to notice how fascinated Freya was with that chemical fire. If he had noticed, well, let's just say that as calm as he always seemed about it, Freya wasn't the only one who got jealous in the relationship when she didn't have undivided attention. Thankfully, he hadn't noticed though, otherwise with his current suit, and current adrenline induced rage, he probably would have tried to kill that fire...
Unfortunately, as they ran down the hall to where Rory knew a hangar bay was, they passed by the still open Armory doors. Rory simply glanced in as he ran by, but immediately stopped and stepped back in front of the door after something caught his eye. About halfway down the Armory was a still activated, grenade launching drone. As Rory noticed the drone, the drone noticed Rory, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.
"Delilah..." A sudden explosion rocked the base again and snapped Rory back to reality, "I have ta go Delilah, please dunnit think ill of me!... I'll think of ye always." Rory yelled down the armory, forgetting that Freya was there for a moment, alas, how parting was such sweet sorrow.
Another explosion rocked the base, this one was much closer, completely bringing Rory back to the real world. Soon, Rory was running back down the hall, taking turn after turn to get closer to the hangar bay. Though, as he ran along he glanced over at Freya, and really saw her. She was slightly beat up, and looked as though she had a few splotches of blood from the guards on her clothes. All in all it looked as though she had just stepped out of a war zone, it was... Attractive, to say the least.
Peculiar was the only word that seemed to fit Rory and Freya's attraction to each other. Not only was it usually at inopportune times, but it was for the strangest reasons. Rory had been attracted to the fact that Freya looked as though she had just killed and fought an army (which she had) and she was attracted to Rory's suit because it screamed death. Peculiar was an understatement it seemed. Regardless, Rory couldn't help his sudden attraction for Freya...
"So..." Rory cleared his throat as he ran along, "Ye like the suit?" If Freya fawning over him in the clone bay was like a school girl meeting her crush, Rory's approach was much like the boy who was asking out a girl to prom. You'd think they'd never been together before...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 2, 2011 21:07:38 GMT -5
Rory and Freya were…. Insane. In many ways. Insanely in love with each other, and insanely jealous of any affection the other might show to ANYTHING…. Even, in this case, fire. And that jealousy made them a little….unreasonable. Another thing that made them so absolutely perfect for each other. No one else would survive in with a ridiculously jealous partner…
Freya just about ran into Rory when he stopped so suddenly, barely managing to stepping out of the way to avoid a collision that Rory probably wouldn’t have felt… But possibly knocked her out. Turning to glare at him, she stopped when she saw what had caught his attention. Oh. Great. The Grenade launcher. For some reason, she considered telling Rory he could keep the thing, before realizing that he had absolutely no reason to have one with her around. That didn’t mean that jealous beast inside her wasn’t wide awake at his words.
Glaring at him, she kept her mouth shut because, honestly, they didn’t have time to deal with her jealous right now, not with the base trying to come down on them. That glare vanished though as they ran and he glanced back at her for a moment.
”I’d use a stronger word then like.” She honestly loved the suit. Even though it screamed death, and would have struck fear into the hearts of everyone that saw it…. Freya couldn’t help but adore him in it. Like he’d been thinking, their attraction to each other was ‘peculiar’…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 3, 2011 9:57:42 GMT -5
After a few moments they finally made it to the doors of the hangar bay. In front of the large double doors was a guard, a ghost to be exact. As soon as they saw the intruders running for them they both raised their guns, pausing for a moment and taking a step back when they saw Rory's suit. When Rory saw them, it was as if an extra burst of speed hit him as he ran flat out for the ghost, moving far faster than any normal person could even think of.
Just as he got to the ghost, he slid his sword out and tackled the ghost. As he tackled the ghost, he slammed the tip of the sword through the ghosts head, and pinned the ghosts head to the double door behind him. When they both hit the double door, they hit it with enough force that they both burst open. Rory calmly stepped through, glancing at the ghost that was dangling by his head from the door.
Calmly he looked up at the dead man, "I was going ta say somethin' witty after I killed ya but... Guess I'm jus' gonna have ta leave ya hangin'." He said as he began to run into the hangar bay.
"A strong word than like, eh? Perhaps desire?" Normally Rory was horrible with flirting, but with how much Freya was attracting him right now, it was coming a little more natural.
The hangar bay was completely full of Agency helicopters, thousands upon thousands of them. Not just helicopters, but aircraft of every imaginable size and type. It became obvious immediately what Rory was running for, a very large, black, jet that looked strikingly similiar to the X-Jet. As soon as they began getting close though, gunfire erupted to their right, ricocheting off the jet and ground all around them. An entire platoon of soldiers and ghosts were charging Freya and Rory.
As Rory got to the jet and began climbing inside he turned back to Freya, "Freya, alainn, it seems we have friends who want to join the party... why don't we send them off with a bang?" He said, nodding to the fleets of helicopters, all of which were full of fuel...
Giving time for Freya to do what Freya does best (destroy everything), Rory climbed into the cockpit of the jet and began firing up all the engines. The entire base seemed to rock again with another explosion, they'd be lucky to get out of here alive. Though, it's like they say, the last ride is the best one...
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