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Post by Viempar on Dec 9, 2007 1:39:28 GMT 1
Spike tumbled onto the roof, hitting his arm and hiding behind a vent. He watched the window where he could see the fire and electricity around the room, burning and crackling with evil delight. Suddenly, a black falling figure caught his eye and he stood just in time to see Vi smash into the roof of a fire truck and crash it. "NO!" He shouted in vain, slamming his fist on the vent. A clang was heard as something dislodged and fell down. He ignored it, barely noticing the change in noise. "No..." He muttered again, in disbelief that Vi would fall, defeated. Abel couldn't of killed him that quickly, it seemed beyond impossible. His legs buckled and he fell to his knees at the roof edge. Throwing up his gaze, horrified to look at the broken body lying on the crash of his friend and accomplice. He scanned the skys to see if Eolyn and the new kid had found him and returned. He hoped they would arrive to him before seeing the wreckage, and prayed that they escaped all right and weren't ambushed. How could I have been so stupid? Spike asked himself, closing his eyes in despair. He had brought in a powerful gifted, too powerful for any of them to comprehend, and ultimate had killed his friend, who had tried to help him. His wings opened, creaking with dried blood and enveloped him until he was simply a large black ball of feathers, crouched over a street, hyper with death and lit up by flashing lights of the reaper.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 9, 2007 10:39:29 GMT 1
Irina was meditating mindlessly in her bathroom when a loud clanging echoed through the room. Her face went from perfectly blank to a cross expression, and suddenly one sharp green eye snapped open. That noise had come out of the vents... something must have dislodged her stash of treasure. There was a faint swishing sound as she disappeared and sifted between the metal slats. Her treasure was fine: only her latest acquisition (a beautiful but strange, jewel-encrusted egg shape) had fallen from it's place of pride at the top of the pile. It now lay on the bare metal - at least it couldn't fall any further. Irina decided to leave it there and investigate what was going on: something must've made it fall. She emerged at the top of the building with a swish and a flourish, scanning the rooftop for the culprit. Aha! There, precariously perched on the edge was a familiar shape. She didn't know his name or anything, but she had seen occasionally seen him and a few others flying about the city. What the hell was he doing on her roof? "Can I help you?" she asked sarcastically, but her voice was lost in the sounds of panic floating up from the streets below. Forgetting her irritation, she bounded over to look down at the scene below, taking it all in in a single sweeping glance. "What happened?" she asked the stranger, not bothering to introduce herself.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 9, 2007 15:57:57 GMT 1
Spike lifted one wing from the ball of a feathered cage he had made, revealing only his face. As he stood up, his wings folded back. She was odd looking to say the least. Her green eyes had an energy that wasn't natural about them. He knew that over 20% of the City was gifted, but only 10% of the city was strongly enough gifted to realise it. He was skeptical, but something about her made him wonder. When she walked towards him and looked at the scene, he waited for the panic, the string of angry questions and the blame to be pinned on him, but they didn't come. She only whispered "What happened" in a wispy curious tone. He decided to take a risk, and explain to even an outsider what happened. "My leader, Viempar Aethalon was defeated by Father Abel Nightroad. He just fell into the roof of that truck, crashed it into a store and is most likely lying dead in the ruins. " He pointed to the roof of the Beacon. "He fell from up there." As he spoke, Abel jumped out in his normal form, perfectly unharmed and landing with ultimate grace, barely making a noise. "Vi..." He whispered, battling in his mind whether to go don and rescue the body, or to let the police and medics have him. "What's your story?" He asked, moving his stance to face towards her, holding his hurt arm as his wings quivered, weak from the fall.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 9, 2007 21:25:25 GMT 1
Irina's frown grew as she listened to the stranger, still watching what was going on down at street level. She had heard the names 'Viempar' and 'Nightroad' before, and when he pointed up at the Beacon she immediately guessed what was going on. "The Shining attacked at last? I'm surprised, didn't think they had it in them..." Ignoring his question, her voice trailed off into a murmur as she studied the scene more carefully. Sheba! She's down there, I know it! Inside that shop... with the firefighters, and the leader. "They're already 'helping' him," she added stonily. "There's a doctor and a tall man helping the injured. And they've got your leader - if he's dead or not, I can't say. But they won't just leave him to die, I know exactly what they're like," she said, pointing at the crash to indicate 'them'. And suddenly, Sheba's mind was closed to her. "I can't see anything more than that."
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Post by Viempar on Dec 9, 2007 23:12:36 GMT 1
Spike felt a surge of guilt again. "They didn't attack, we tried to make that Nightroad bastard join us, didn't realise he's a fucking God. I completely fucked up this time, I brought the devil to our door, now Nightroad's got Vi's fucking dead body!" He walked up to a pipe and kicked it with frustration, it snapped and went flying through a window of a neighbouring building which led Spike to curse louder and harder. "You're not one of the Saviours are you? That's the last I need. Injured with a dead leader, and chatting casually to a Saviours. Oh Fuck. Fuckedy fuck fuck." He knelt down and put his head in his hand, his broken arm hanging loosely, the fingers scraping the gravel on the roof.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 9, 2007 23:51:13 GMT 1
The injured stranger didn't seem too happy, to put it mildly. He must have made an especially idiotic mistake. "I'm no Saviour," Irina snapped a little loftily, thinking of her twin. "But from the sound of it, Nightroad's no saint either, it's meant to be against their beliefs to kill people. I guess he thought that your leader was the exception to that rule." She looked over at him as she spoke, taking in the sight of his injured arm with a macabre sort of interest. The Beacon had always interested her, which was basically the only reason she was even holding a conversation with this man. Light's Nemesis were like television to her: fun to observe but not to be a part of. However, things were changing: it seemed like her twin was actually involved with the Shining. Naturally, Irina wanted to be the opposite. "So where are the rest of your group? I'm not seeing them anywhere around, even though your leader's down their with - " She abruptly stopped talking. Her sister was in amongst the wreckage, likely trying to help the dying leader. "If the Shining gets a hold of your leader, they'll try to use him against you," she finally said. "So tell me, I'm interested. What will you do?"
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Post by Viempar on Dec 10, 2007 22:39:47 GMT 1
"Vi...He's a fighter...but he can't fight looming death." He leant his forehead against the cool metal of the vent and closed his eyes, fighting for inner peace, and the ability to think straight. "Eolyn took the newbie and flew off, she escaped before I had the chance, I think she'll come back as soon as she gets wind of this. There's not exactly many of us, four to be exact. Was five until Roy got murdered by a Saviour bastard. That Nightroad git..." he began to mumble and then shook his head, trying to rattle his thoughts and get a new perspective in some way. "I'm going to get healed first before leaping into more danger. Vi will have to fight for himself for now, and hopefully he's alive, although I doubt it after that calamity. Eolyn and Xei should find their way back to the Beacon, find out about Vi and will know where I'll take refuge. It's not exactly far from here....Where did you come from anyway? What makes you so interested?" He walked up to her landing one heavy hand on her shoulder and folding her gaze from only inches away. "Who are you?"
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 11, 2007 0:58:06 GMT 1
Irina didn't flinch, but her eyes flickered as the stranger looked her straight in the face. She didn't like people getting up in her face, but she wasn't afraid. "I live here," she stated. There was a moment's silence while she assessed the man's expression. He wanted to know why she was interested. There were a bunch of reasons - boredom, curiosity, jealousy of her twin. "I'm nobody special. But I see a lot of this city; I know a little bit about you and your Beacon, as well as those Saviours - don't worry, they aren't friends of mine. Still, I know a lot about them - what they do, how they think. They aren't very interesting: it's all ethics and morals. You lot, on the other hand..." she paused to consider what she would say. "You aren't so predictable, I s'pose you could say. Now I know why." The eye contact was beginning to grate on her nerves. Time to get to the point, else they'd be standing there all week. "Look, this is the way I see things: I can help you. I'm pretty sure I know where they've taken your leader to, as well as a lot of other stuff that goes on at the Shining. And if you let me help, you'll be doing me a favour. Trust me, life gets boring when you don't have to eat or sleep to survive." Plus, once the Saviours realise that Sheba is compromising them, they'll kick her out and she'll leave Souzetsu...
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Post by Viempar on Dec 11, 2007 20:00:26 GMT 1
"You can do all that?" He hummed for a moment, releasing her from his grasp and regaining his hold on his arm. "I guess any members are good and one with information and the down and dirty is a lot better. You're in." He nodded firmly, feeling a twinge of pain in the skin around his back. "What's you're name" He asked, cocking his head to one side, rubbing his arm and feeling where the bone was broken. Without Vi, he might never regain full use of it, or his wings. He couldn't exactly saunter off to a doctors office could he?
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 11, 2007 22:13:33 GMT 1
"I'm Irina," she replied, nodding and but not grinning - her smile always bunched her face up and made her look like a kid. She took a moment to focus on Sheba's whereabouts: through her twin, she should be able to locate the leader. It had been a long time since she'd used the connection that ran between them, so it wasn't as easy as it once had been. She also didn't want Sheba to know what she was looking for. "They aren't far off, only a few blocks in that direction," she said, pointing. "I should tell you something else: I'm not psychic, I can only see what my twin sister sees. And she is seeing a lot of people, including that tall priest, Nightroad. He's dangerous, as you well know, so you'll need to either get the all of your - ah, our lot together and storm the place, or wait 'til they aren't looking and sneak in and out real quick." She stopped speaking and frowned a little. "Sorry, I didn't get your name yet...?"
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Post by Viempar on Dec 11, 2007 22:41:51 GMT 1
"I always thought that twins were linked somehow, I guess I was right in at least one case." He smiled and felt more at comfort. When she asked his name he almost blurted out "Troy" but restrained himself and presented himself with his new nickname. "Spike. People call me Spike. I'm a human hedgehog." He demonstrated by making two large silver horns appear from his forehead. They seeped back into his skin slowly and he winced slightly. "I don't kno where the group are. We don't even have mobiles, I can't contact them. Until they return, I need to find some magic cure and recover." He leant against the vent again, feelin woozy and light-headed. "Do you have anything that might help? Any tricks up your sleeve?"
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 12, 2007 10:54:36 GMT 1
"Spike," Irina repeated after him. An easy name to remember, once he'd demonstrated his powers. Looking thoughtful, she folded to sit cross-legged on the rooftop, fingers steepled in front of her face. It would be no problem for her to get to the location as it was close enough to walk, or she could probably even teleport. Then again, teleportation would completely blow any chance of secrecy because then Sheba would see her. Duh, Irina. With all her thieving experience it would be easy for her to get in, but there was no guarantee she'd be able to get back out while carrying an entire person. "I can go without being seen and break through any security there is," she said in answer to Spike's question. "But I don't know about getting anyone else in, or the leader out. Maybe, if there's a window, I could open it from the inside?"
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Post by Viempar on Dec 12, 2007 22:08:37 GMT 1
"I can't carry any people in the state I'm in now, and if you can't get people outside yourself without being noticed I doubt we have much of a chance." He slid down the vent, tired and in pain. He looked suddenly hopeful, eyes lit up at spotting an oppertunity. He began fumbling in his pockets desperately until he found a smooth metal cyclinder, almost like a cigar case. He bit the top and pulled it off neatly with a pop. Inside was a vial of red, almost black liquid. It was thicker than water, and glooped around when moved it. He slid it out onto his lap and looked at it. "Well this is inconvienient." He looked at her, sensing confusion over what he was doing. "Vi gave us each a bottle of his blood for absolute emergencies. However, only he has the needles which we need to implant it with. And of course, he keeps them on his at all times." He raised his eyes to meet hers, a deathly black look over his face. "His teeth." He said, nudging the vial pathetically. "Unless I can find a surgical needle which is quite thick, I'll probably not be able to use this." He toyed with it for another few moments. "Well, I guess there's only one thing we can do." He sighed and rummaged into his pockets again, flipping out a cigar. He stuck it between his teeth, talking through the gap to her. "Gotta light?" He said, offering a cigar to her simultaneously.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 12, 2007 22:24:33 GMT 1
Irina's nose wrinkled at the sight of the bottled blood. "He gave you that? I don't get it, how does that help? ...No sorry," she added, waving away the cigar. She'd never been a smoker or a drinker, mostly because she didn't breathe or eat to begin with. "There's plenty of surgical needles around here, there are druggies are lurking around day and night. But I doubt you'd wanna use theirs unless you're immune to hepatitis and all that." He seemed a bit defeated, but as far as she was concerned the big problem was now reduced to just finding a needle. But that was a lot easier said that done. "Look, why don't you stay here with your cigar while I go and have a chat to my neighbours. Maybe they'll cough up an unused one." And with that she disappeared, leaving only a faint swilling effect in the air. The things I do for entertainment, she thought to herself, heading back into the vent opening.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 13, 2007 12:55:56 GMT 1
Some time later Irina levitated up over the edge of the rooftop, feet pointed downward like a highland dancer. She had to concentrate on the exact spot where she wanted to land, or else she would land too heavy and probably roll her ankle over yet again. Not dignified, and certainly not pleasant. In one hand she had pair of small white boxes that looked like they might contain tubes of toothpaste. She had found them hidden in one of the apartment, stashed inside the back of a broken television set. After stealing so many people's valuables she'd gotten good at determining where they might try to hide things. Anyway, those drug addicts probably couldn't even remember where they'd hidden anything half the time, they were too tripped out. Landing as gently as she could, she inspected the two boxes. 'Sterile Hypodermic Needle with Syringe: 16 gauge' - and it looked as though they hadn't been opened yet. "I think I found some. They probably haven't even been out of the boxes yet, but you should double-check them to be sure," she said to Spike, chucking the pair in his direction. "See, I told you I could help," she added, a little smugly. She might not be warrior material, but she was practical. Somehow, stealing from the druggies downstairs had been more thrilling than the bank vaults she'd been into recently. It felt good to be a part of something once more, instead of only looking out for herself.
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