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[PT] purging peace into chaos

Discussion in 'The Calamity' started by Zevran Arainai, Sep 6, 2018.

  1. Phase 2, 24-48 hours since the Calamity

    Pandora Town, Blackhaven
    Open to Everyone who wants crime in their apocalypse


    The sky overhead was broken, cracked and shattered like glass. It still reflected the twilight sky, but the edges of its shattered illusion could be seen, a mirrored representation of what happened below it. Pandora Town lay in ruins, half of it still standing, half of it not, fires had broken out all over the cityscape in spots, isolated from each other. The river that had been in the middle of the city had dried out suddenly, and after a massive earthquake followed, the bridges collapsed into a giant crack in the earth, splitting the city down the middle. Both halves separated from each other, people fled into the fields surrounding Pandora Town, where meteor strikes left the endless fields burning, leaving the fates of those who left uncertain, while those who remained in sections like Blackhaven, turned to chaos and crime.

    A pained breath escaped between cracked lips as Zevran kicked his attacked in the chest, sending him sprawling back into the street. Having manged to catch the man in his tattoo parlor, ransacking the till and taking what he could find, the former assassin had driven him out, but not before taking a surprise knife to the arm. Zevran hadn't been at his place of work because shops were still open during an apocalypse, but because less than 24 hours ago, he had escaped his studio apartment as it set itself on fire. Choking on smoke, the elf had grabbed what he could from the small possessions he owned, and escaped out of the windowsill. He boarded himself up in the tattoo parlor when the riots started. He wasn't afraid of the mayhem, but he also wasn't stupid and had no interest in dying.

    But now that he was out of the front door, having driven off the first of probably more people who had taken to petty crime, and - as he looked down to see dead bodies slumped over each other on the sidewalk - outright murder, Zevran could see just what kind of madness had gripped Blackhaven as people accepted that the end was nigh.
     
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  2. Madness was all-encompassing and surrounding. Pandora Town was a hairs breath away from total destruction, and the people reacted to their surroundings accordingly. Some fled, not sure where they would flee to, as the same reports were coming from the other townships as communications failed. Some stayed, and went full tilt into the forceful horror that was Pandora Town.

    Some stayed to help, of course. Which was what Dr. Reid was doing. After making sure Biscuit was with the other animals being secured in the city, he went out into the streets with a medical kit and his instincts. He’d already thrown his wallet at a rioter that demanded it, but any attempts to take his medical supplies resulted in a bared of fangs. There was no longer a worry that society would judge him for his vampirism. He counted on his monstrous appearance to warn anyone off… and most listened. Those who did not were quickly knocked out with a shadow burst, or he teleported away from them.

    He found himself in Blackhaven, where the poorer part of the population who could not afford to hunker down, and took matters into their own hands. He found himself in a scene where blood filled the air, dead bodies littered around him, and he felt his fangs extend at the scent.

    He ignored his instincts, ignoring the one man who remained standing to kneel next to a gasping, dying man. He placed his hand to put pressure on the wounds on his chest, reaching into his bag for bandages. His strange blue eyes focused intently on the task at hand.
     
  3. Baron Samedi

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    Dead, so many taken so soon, and to think he thought he’d gotten away from all he death and destruction of Ragnarok. But the Baron did he duty as always, his smile still on his face, forlorn and tinged with melancholy, his eyes which it could not reach, covered by dark glasses. He went from person to person, any who had been mortally wounded, he sat with them, healed every few that would not be breaking the natural order of things. Payment not necessary for this time, he doubted any of them had a box of cigars or some peanuts to roast. Whenever he couldn’t heal them and they were passing he’d sit at their side, comb his fingers down their forehead, slide their lids shut and help them pass. When they did he gingerly reach to their breast, right above he heart and make a motion of plucking something off their breast, a wisp of white light left them and his coffin, adorned with wreathes and purple cloth and candles would sprout from the ground and open, the soul would drift in and pass on, to where he did not know but it had to be better than right there. His features were more gaunt, his nose stuffed with cotton, a common burial practice in Hatian belief. He looked like a fresh corpse. Had he taken this form intentionally? Or did it just match his mood. A Loa’s never afraid to be vain baby, but sometimes it’s better to look your age. Specially when the dead are all around. He approached another person lying on the ground only to see someone working on saving him.

    He decided to stand and watch, to observe if he could make a difference. He sipped from his rum but looked around and poured a bit on the ground, a salute to the fallen.
     
  4. Lorraine Broughton

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    Alone trying to understand why she was here, and how the fuck things like vampires and magic could be real, gave Lorraine a horrible headache; she'd stopped before it could get any worse. And now, this box dimension or whatever it was, apparently came undone at its hinges, leaving the spy in the midst of chaos and destruction. She could barely believe it, but this was a worse chaos than Berlin before its wall had come crumbling down, and that meant something. Nothing about this made any goddamn sense, just as much as nothing about this dimension made sense, so she guessed, at least that made sense somehow.

    Walking around the streets of what was left of this town she'd only started to call her current home, Lorraine saw the people try and flee, while others raided what they could. She really wasn't a pessimistic person, but seeing the greed of humanity show its ugly head, when, around them, the world was going to hell, made her sigh in exasperation. Veiled by her blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke through her lips.

    She left had her coat unbuttoned and later stuffed the thing into a sports bag she'd found between ruins, the heat starting to get to her. Technically, Lorraine was searching for an exit too, but something drove her to not walk any faster than she thought safe. After all, the houses around her were collapsing into themselves and a too quick movement might bury her underneath rubble. Her heels clicked against the pavement; she was used to walk and climb in those over-knee-boots, otherwise she would've probably searched for a different pair of shoes already.
     
  5. Zevran tensed, daggers held tightly in a defensive stance, ready to either parry or strike, when he caught movement to his right. He stopped when he saw a large figure hunched over a body - dead or not, he couldn't tell until he heard the faint gasping sounds of the dying. He relaxed slightly, but not completely. He could not tell their intentions, but he had seen enough in the past 24 hours to know that he could trust no one but himself.

    "Hey! I would leave him and find shelter if I were you, my friend. I don't know if you got the memo, but the world is ending and he's just going to die anyways, no?" he said, his head snapping up to attention as another approached. This one gave Zevran pause and he had to catch himself from staring at the strangely dressed man, gaunt and foreboding. At first he thought the other man to be a skeleton, but realized it was paint - an oddly appropriate, but morbid choice at this point in time. And he was doing something that Zevran should have thought of first - drinking.

    "Ah, like this man. He has chosen to dress up for the occasion!"
    he commented, a gestured wave in the direction of the apocalypse man, before hearing the clicking of heels. He spun around to see a woman approaching, purposefully weaving her way towards them between the rubble. It was only a matter of time before a small group of rioters, who were farther off down the street, waving bottles of alcohol set on fire like torches in the twilight atmosphere, would start to break off and come for them. The increasing convergence of people would make them more visible.
     
  6. Jonathan was not too concerned with the man speaking to him. Urging him with a jovial voice that did not fit the occasion to run, find shelter, and let the man gasping underneath him die. He bared his fangs as he tried his best to stop the bleeding, letting out a growling hiss out of frustration and realizing suddenly what he was doing: stopped it.

    ”……I have to try, though. I cannot simply run off and hide when there are people in need.” He responded, turning to look at the blond man (@Zevran), grinning slightly to show off fang. ”Besides: what worry do I have of the death of all mankind? I’m already amongst the dead, sir.” As a vampire his heart no longer beat within his chest. Perhaps he could look forward to a more… permanent death. But so far there was nothing to this apocalypse that would kill a creature like himself.

    He noticed the other man: gaunt, painted like a ghoul, and smelling like a graveyard (@Baron Smedi). Watching and waiting…. And he had the sneaking suspicion the man was waiting for the man at his feet to die. It only spurned him on more to save him: Using gauze and applying pressure to the artery in question. If he could only get more time….. he could stitch it closed and go after the bullet in his gut.

    But he didn’t have time….. nor did he have the proper equipment. He watched sadly as he continued to bleed out, even as heels clicked on past. There was nothing more he could do: He held the man’s hand as he breathed his last and let him go.

    He closed the man’s eyes and stood, gathering together his medical equipment and ignoring the copious amounts of blood on his hands, focus already going to a man off to the side with a busted leg. He marched past the blond woman (Lorraine Broughton) and stopped by the man, looking at his busted leg even as he cowered in fear. ”It’s alright…. I’m a doctor.” He soothed, looking at the way the man’s fibia almost seemed to burst out of skin.
     
  7. Frank Castle

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    Frank hadn't wanted to let the beast out. But as the criminals began to run wild and the world collapsed, the Punisher had found his way out. He still had a large number of weapons and enough ammo to take down whole packs. And he hoped to do just that.

    Frank spent little time preparing his equipment, he still carried with him his vest. The one which symbolized who he turned into when he began his rampage. The one that instilled fear into all who knew or heard about just what Frank had done to those who crossed him, or those who sought to do crime around him or within the city he claimed as his own.

    He began to stroll across the streets, terminating those he saw attempting to take advantage of the chaos. The lack of any police forces allowed for Frank to walk around freely, weapons in hand opening fire whenever he felt the need to.

    While Frank had come out to terminate those who sough to harm others. He gave looters a chance to flee, as he didn't plan to kill those who merely wanted something. The farthest he went with them was fire a warning shot, which usually scared them enough to cause them to run away.

    But then he came across those who were out trying to find victims, those were the people the Punisher wanted to put down. Doing so happily. Until he came across a peculiar group.

    As he approached, Frank slowly moved towards them. Noticing the wounded man being helped by a medic. He tried his best to pose little threat, as they didn't seem to be the kind of people he was looking for. But Frank knew that someone must have hurt that man.

    And he was in need of a target. As he got within speaking range, Frank let the pack know what he'd come for. 'What happened here?' He said eying the man with the daggers. Holding into the grip of his rifle slightly harder, preparing to defend himself if needed.
     
  8. Lorraine Broughton

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    She'd wanted to approach unseen, wanted to assess the situation first before acting, but in the chaos and the momentary silence, her heels clicked almost comedically loud against the pavement, causing heads to turn for her. She sighed internally, before coming to a halt closeby. There was someone trying to patch up people, someone with bared fangs and ghostly pale eyes, which Lorraine hoped were fake, but knew that they most likely weren't; and a guy with pointy ears, daggers in hand that were dripping red. It was impossible to tell if they were working together, at first, but then the - Lorraine couldn't believe she was even thinking that - vampire, which she assumed him to be, got to his feet and told the elf, or whatever he was, that he had to at least try to save the people, and the spy thought her part while watching him crouch down next to another person lying and bleeding out on the ground.

    Ignoring the uneasy feeling that this man with the skeleton mask - please, let it be a mask - caused in her, she stepped aside when the vampire passed her by, moving closer to him and the bottle he was nursing; her gaze though, scanned the streets nearby, mostly out of habit. "I think, we're about to get company soon," Lorraine stated, staring at some people down the streets, who were holding on to some sort of molotovs, and were seemingly not exactly happy about someone trying to help instead of running away.

    Lorraine knew next to nothing about any of these men, including the guy with the rifle who joined them maybe a minute after she'd arrived; in these times, though, in this godforsaken city, anybody who wasn't shooting at her, was good enough company for the moment, and she wanted them to stay with her. That didn't mean she suddenly cared about them more than one usually cared about strangers - Lorraine wasn't the caring type anyway - but it meant that she'd try to keep to their side for now, if only for the safety a group provided.

    If push came to shove though, she could protect herself sufficiently. With the hand gun safely tucked away underneath her black turtleneck, she'd get pretty far on her own.
     
  9. Asuna Yuuki

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    Pandora was a place full of mystery and intrigue. Yet now the once magical prison which had kept everyone prisoner was suddenly falling part! Yes the world with the invisible walls was crumbling away as though the world had just given up living….The end had come for all its inhabitants!! Now the day had come when mortal enemies become allies to ensure one another’s survival and heroes and heroines do their best to help the people escape to shelter, other simply embraced the end to come, while people screamed and ran in fear for their own safety. The now once proud capital city of the world was now on its knees as rubble of former buildings littered the streets while dead bodies began to pile up like trash being forgotten in the chaos. The war of hatred between humans and meta humans would have to wait as the apocalypse had begun to claim its victims! Amongst the fear and agony, Asuna remained calm as guided people to safety, her heart was thumping like mad as anxiety slowly began to appear on her mind. It was her duty to protect the inhabitants and escort them to safety as a constable, so she focused on the people who rushed past her like a dart aiming for the board.

    Deep down she was scared and frightened, but she was a warrior and thus she pressed onwards. A city guardsman soon walked over to her and gave her a salute, apparently he had received word of looters just south of her position. This very information made her mad, for now was not the time to take things that shouldn’t belong them, as their lives were more important to them then objects that are worth their weight in gold! After ordering the man to take her place, Asuna flung her brown cloak around her shoulders and wrapped her frame deep within its folds, from there she looked emotionless as she ran at lightning fast speeds towards the south. Within seconds Asuna stopped dead in her tracks, which caused a gentle wind to blow around a small group of individuals! One of them had a rather big gun with him! What were they doing here of all places? For now the Lightning Flash quickly ran up to them and partly opened her cloak to show the official badge of a Constable as she spoke to them in a focused like way.

    “What are you all doing here! You must leave this place at once and get to safety! And you! Lower your gun at once!”

    Soon a bunch of people carrying Molotov's appeared. Upon sensing their intent she pulled her cloak behind her back, and quickly withdrew her rapier to help protect the group.
     
  10. Jonathan focused on the man’s leg, giving the poor man a belt to bite down on as he reset his leg with a horrifying crack. The man screamed bloody murder and passed out, but at least his leg was back in it’s proper position in order to heal. Christ…. This little apocalypse reminded him uncomfortably of his time in the trenches. Death everywhere, not enough doctors like himself to go around, and constantly having to watch your back for a German who might sneak up behind you.

    The vampire tensed as a man with a gun came marching up (Frank Castle). He prepared to fight back, perhaps defend the man he was bandaging up. He may have been a Doctor, but his Hippocratic Oath did not extend to people trying to harm him. Being the offspring of a powerful vampiric bloodline had some deadly perks that he would use if he was attacked.

    Thankfully, the man with the skull on his vest turned to Zevran and began asking what had happened. Good: he could focus on the man then. None of their group appeared to be injured (except perhaps the man in skull makeup: who felt more dead than alive), so he let them gather together and speak. So long as they didn’t try to get into the good Dr. Reid’s way, Jonathan was content to let them wander about.

    His hearing picked up on the sound of a large group of humans approaching: so many heartbeats furiously beating like a cacophony. And the lady with blond hair Lorraine mentioned it as he caught the smell of gasoline and fire…..

    Damnit to hell! He gritted his fangs as he finished wrapping up the man’s leg. Why did disasters have to bring out the worst in humanity? Why couldn’t Pandora Town band together in this time of crisis?! A brisk tone with yet another human: a girl barely of edge with an outfit that did not look apocalypse-worthy (Asuna Yuuki), started barking at their small rag tag group to get off the street, showing a badge.

    A badge that just seemed to enrage the oncoming mob, some of them seeing it flash and hearing her words, the rabble only got louder. The government had, in their view, abandoned them. Her authority may have worked when things were still together, but now when the end of the world seemed close at hand it was laughable. Still: Jonathan mutely flicked open his Doctor’s ID for her to see. ”I am emergency services, Madame Constable.” He informed her dryly, ”The ambulances have stopped working. And human Doctors and paramedics are unable to make this perilous journey on foot without being attacked. I’m all you have.” He was not human: and could damn well take care of himself.

    His eyes flicked to Frank Castle: ”As for you sir, I’d suggest that you keep that out.” He said, standing to his feet and slinging the medical bag over his shoulder, ”They, the mob, will not put down their weapons at your order, Madame. And he has the right to protect himself….. circumstances being are what they are….. Though you are welcome to try to order that they do.” The last bit was sarcasm. Likely the girl would bark out the order anyway: but it was a pointless waste of breath.

    Jonathan’s hand curled inward, transforming into a claw as black shadows built up around the vampire almost eerily. A pointless waste of breath indeed, for the mob would soon be upon them…..
     
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    The Baron had simply watched the group, so full of life, even the ones who's hands were drenched in years of blood. He chuckled at the man's comments on his clothes and slid over to the the corpse of the man the doctor had not been able to save. He got down and listened, his soul was still there, inside, he was...out but he could still feel some fight in him. So he decided to make the doctor's day. He pressed his hand to the man's chest and started pushing his chest in and out. "Now get back in your body I didn’t say you could die!!”'. He kept going and plucked his cigar from the brim of his hat and pressed it to the dead man's lips. Al the while he let them all flit around him, dealing with their own mortal business. The Baron was working his magic, the corpse took an inhale of smoke and his eyes shot open. He coughed, wheezed, the wound on his chest? Gone, the blood in his lungs and mouth, gone too. Samedi, patted the man on the back and chuckled, pulling the cigar from the man's mouth and taking a puff for himself. His gaunt form suddenly seemed much more lively, while the black skin and white skull painted face remained his smile seemed less forced and his body seemed a more healthy, yet still skinny weight. He stood up, pulling the man to his feet and chuckled some more. "Hey doc! Gave em a second opinion!" He let out a hyena like cackle in the direction of the dead man walking.

    The Baron trotted into the crowd, looking out at the mob heading towards them. "tsk tsk tsk, Now where' the world coming to where we can't have some manors during the end.” The Baron stepped up beside he doctor and cracked his knuckles then snapped a fingers, from the ground erupted his coffin, the door swung open and out swung his staff, the gnarled wood and the glowing purple skull topper. He grabbed it and from his sleeve coiled his snake colonel Peppe. “Now The Baron is lighting up this party.”
     
  12. Frank Castle

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    'Safety?' Frank said with a slight smirk. 'I'm looking for danger little one, if anyone should be leaving its you.' He replied to the girl who dared to ask him to put his rifle down.

    Frank had likely been doing this for longer than the girl had been able to comprehend what true danger was. And Pandora Town had made her an officer. However instead of focusing on his current group, who were little to no threat to Frank. He took note of pack moving towards them.

    And his focus narrowed, Frank spared no time as he raised his rifle. He could tell the men with the molotovs were up to no good, and that was all he needed to know.

    Moments after he raised his rifle, shots began to ring out as he opened fire. Slaughtering those he deemed unworthy of living, bestowing upon them the ultimate punishment.
     
  13. Zevran eyed the healer figure with a mixture of curiousity and concern. He looked dangerous, and with the hissing and bearing of fangs - which looked mighty sharp - no matter how passive he appeared to be, the elf had a suspicion that he could just as easily not. So he didn't stop him in his futile attempt to help the wounded, instead just giving a low tutting sound under his breath.

    Zevran's stance tensed at the approach of a man dressed all in black, with a menacing look and an even more menacing big gun. At that, he might have offered a small innuendo, but the apocalypse had set a more serious mood, and his responses were apt to reflect that. If just a little bit.

    "Do you mean just in general, or what has happened here here, my friend? Because a whole lot has happened here here, as you can see, no?" he said, gesturing flippantly to the dead and broken bodies lying across the sidewalk and into the street. A result of previous riots that had gone on earlier in the ... day(?).

    "As for in general, your guess is as good as mine." he said, his tone a dry but friendly banter, even though he had literally only met the man five seconds ago. Others might have thought of a more neutral response with which to give a man with a lethal weapon in their arms, but well... Zevran wasn't one for prior thought before action. Kept life interesting.

    The woman, who seemed to be trying to keep a low profile - smart idea, wrong choice of shoes - alerted them all to the approaching mob, who had previous been distant, now was fast approaching. It was more than likely the sudden grouping of all five of them that made them a visible target, with a sixth suddenly appearing in... well, rather austere regalia. Zevran couldn't help but his lip curl as she commanded the mob to stop what they were doing.

    "If you have come to bring law and order to Blackhaven, you probably should have started say-- 24 hours ago!" he yelled to her, his smirk suddenly disappearing as the man with the gun opened fire into the mob without hesitation. He flinched and immediately ducked low, covering the ear more exposed to the noise with one palm, the pommel of his dagger digging into the side of his head. "Ay, what are you doing!" he yelled, the sharp noise ringing in his sensitive ears. He had to give the other credit, the first offensive strike was always good defense. It set the battle and gave the others an idea of what not to try, albeit, one with no other option: fight or flee.

    Unfortunately, he hadn't been the only one who had brought a gun. Several other shots rang out, and this time Zevran stayed low as a bullet ricocheted off of the brick wall above his head. "Braska." Explosions with the sound of glass and fire went off somewhere very close by, and he realized he needed to move. He couldn't stand in the center of the group and expose himself in such a manner to attack. He was primarily of the backstabbing type. Not one for open combat unless necessary. And definitely not open combat with guns.

    Zevran kept to the edge of the zone, as close to the buildings as possible as he sought some resemblance of a flanking position. He would need to pick off individuals from the sides, working his way to the middle ... while also avoiding friendly fire. Even under stress, Zevran was aware of that. He had only need to be set on fire once by the party mage to know about that.
     
  14. Lorraine Broughton

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    If Pandora had taught Lorraine anything, then, that she was powerless against forces beyond her understanding. Had someone told her a few weeks ago, that she'd see real magic and real vampires and other believed-to-be-fictional stuff happening right in front of her eyes, she'd probably rolled same eyes, if she would've reacted at all, to be honest, because no matter how much people believed in such things, they simply weren't real. Or so she had believed, up until getting dragged here.

    Now, not even a whole five feet away from her, a man made a freaking coffin appear out of thin air, and a staff which was glowing eerily in the twilight the sky had been painted in; another unsheathed very sharp-looking claws from his hand, accompanied by dark smoke Lorraine didn't want to know the abilities of. Latest, when the rifle guy opened fire on the angry mob approaching them, and the teenage girl - because she couldn't possibly be older than that - drew a rapier ; latest then, the spy knew she had to get into cover, because she might've been excellent in hand-to-hand combat, and more than sufficient in markspersonship, but she was most definitely not some sort of human tank, and compared to the supernatural abilities of at least two people here, Lorraine's help would be very insignificant from within the group.

    Without another thought, the spy followed the elf into the shadows of some half destroyed building close-by, pressing herself against the dusty wall and pulling her trusted handgun from where she'd concealed it underneath her turtleneck. "Do you have some sort of plan?" Lorraine asked, as they reached a half-wall they could hide behind for now. Her voice didn't indicate any fear except for some note of stress; it was loud enough so he could hear her, but quiet enough to not give away their position.
     
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  15. Frank Castle

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    Frank did as he was trained. Targeting any he set his eyes on while moving into better cover. Of course he couldn't help but find Zevran's comment amusing, as he first opened fire. Taking down a member of the pack with ease, and with joy.

    While Frank moved into some form of cover, he used his position to better pick off those who'd began to fire back. Aiming for those he assumed to be a higher threat. Not only to himself, but to those within this small group of his. To him, it didn't matter if one was human, a vampire or even an alien.

    All would face his wrath under his hail of fire. And he'd make sure the hammer came down as brutally as possible. Of course he'd also try to draw some of the fire in case his group wanted to find an out.

    Frank knew others weren't willing to risk their lives like he did. So he was willing to further his own risk, in order to prevent the others from needing to. No-one could say the Punisher wasn't trying his best to save those he deemed innocent.
     
  16. Asuna Yuuki

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    Hell itself was slowly gaining the upper hand on the world. In other words the once beautiful Pandora was gradually becoming a wasteland of death and destruction, which was a sign that things weren’t going to be pretty anymore. Asuna had no choice but remain calm and focused as she had a job to do and that was making sure these people got to safety, for now she acknowledged the doctor’s presence by giving him a nod of respect. Soon a guy with elf like ears spoke in a rather sarcastic way, but she had to admit that she was right, the city guard should have come to the aid of Blackhaven soon, for now the Lightning Flash kept her focus as the man with the gun spoke his reply about the situation. Sure enough all the girl could do was ignore him as this was not the time to enforce law and order. For the capital city itself was being eaten alive and law will have to wait. To respond to the guy with the gun she simply gave him a smile as she stood ready to face the mob.

    A rapier and assault rifle were two totally different things. Yet when she is armed, Asuna lived up to her title as a swordswoman. Since the group had split up, she decided to take close to the doctor and the rather creepy necromancer. Without much time to waste, Asuna got down into a running position for a few seconds and then ran, as her legs and speed grew faster and faster until she was going faster then the speed of light! Her rapier sword glowed, as she ploughed right threw a swarm of the mobsters! Using her legs she skidded to a halt and soon ran back to stand close to the doctor and necromancer in a blink of an eye. Quietly she sighed in relief as she looked kept still ready to back up the others in case of an emergency.
     
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  17. Zevran hid behind the half-wall for cover, and found to his pleasant surprise that blonde woman had followed him around to the side of the fighting. "Ahhhh..." he started with a long lingering note, squinted a bit as he thought, "Don't get shot." He offered her a half-cocked grin and then surveyed the chaos beyond, debating his options. When he looked back at her again, he took note of her handgun. Although he had not had the opportunity to get much practice in with it - with the exception of his sparring partner at the gym, who had offered to show him the basics - but he knew what it was and what it was capable of.

    "Unless you are a better planner than I, how about I go in first and you pick people off from behind. Watch my back, no?" he suggested. His approach towards the cover had been cautious, but the look in his eyes now suggested a tint of excitement - not madness, just eagerness, as though putting himself in danger during a world-ending event might just be the fun he was looking for.
     
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    Obviously, Lorraine thought, refraining from rolling her eyes, instead throwing a glance to the approaching group of enemies, before focusing back on her company. His next offer sounded good enough to her though, so she nodded, and then followed him into the frenzy.

    They stayed on the sidelines, taking care of singular targets from out of the shadows. Lorraine held onto her gun, but saved her bullets as much as she could. One guy who thought he could take her on, was kicked into his jewels, which proved rather effective with her heels and all; a different guy got knocked out cold by the back of her gun.

    The shots of the machine gun still rang through the streets, not seeming to subside anytime soon. People shouted obscenities at each other, trying to intimidate the enemy closest to them. The spy send another bullet flying, taking down a guy that was attempting to bring an axe down on the elf at her side.

    At least, she was smart enough to count the bullets she shot from her weapon, and she was smart enough to realize when she had to retreat from the fight. The moment she ran out of bullets, was also the moment, she pressed herself against the closest wall, out of sight. "I'm falling back!" Lorraine shouted towards her elven company, before vanishing into a side alley.


    EXIT LORRAINE