Rise to Power (a fantasy based gang rp) IC

[InsanitiesJack]

Flow blinked, forwning as she was confronted with - Malek, right - and Gregory. Then she gave a sharp nod at his words - Toxin involvement would certainly explain the amount of guns and insanity that had propagated within the building. Taking up the left side of the stairway leading upwards, while somebody else took up the right side, they slowly advanced with Gregory taking up the lead. If the Persistent said to be cautious, she would be cautious - which meant quiet. She palmed both knife and gun, prepared to use either in a combat situation, and they slowly made their way up before reaching a door that led right into the seventh floor.

She took one deep breath, counting to three, then took another, counting to one, before the air was caught in her throat as she gave a silent countdown. One, Two, Three - Gregory literally rammed through the door, snarling as gunfire, liquid attacks, and some kind of flying fire-gel shit went flying. Flow followed Gregory quickly, automatically taking up cover at the nearest wall she could - she doubted the wood and plaster would actually manage to slow down or negate the bullets that much, but it certainly helped and it kept her own of direct line-of-fire.

She heard more snarling, more howls and screaming - aparrently Gregory was getting pretty damn rowdy in his assaults, and she briefly frowned at the thought. Nevertheless, she ignored it in favor of directing her fellows, and took a quick glance at the Persistent, who seemed quite skilled at the art of killing things via stabbing.

Her blood pumping, her breath flowing, the air itself screaming - the world seemed to be moving in slow motion in a way that made it seem to pass by all the faster, every moment a frame that quickly appeared then disappeared in favor of the next, her arms burning as they cut through skin and muscle and tendon, taking in the recoil from her pistol as she launched bullets at her enemies, acid and blood and fire burning their way through her clothing in such miniscule amounts that she absently wondered if they weren't her imagination.

She didn't know it, but a grin graced her face as she fought for her future.

[Shoryu]

[I assume by insanities last post that we are fighting the toxin members now? if this is not the case because storyboy was controlling them, then perhaps it would turn out to be some better armed hobos they let be their 'meat shields' XD]

Malek let an ever so subtle smile grace his lips, It was always refreshing when someone actually listened to him without him needing to brutalize some sense into their heads, and as the group moved up the stairs he stuck himself close to the middle of them, waiting patiently for the chaos to break loose again. He was calm, and quiet, almost freakishly controlled considered the circumstances, as peaceful as he was, this hinted at him being someone that nobody would want coming their way on a battle field, the kind of 'creature' that takes to killing as easily to breathing, to such a degree that the thought of gutting a man does nothing to sway an emotional display from them. [unless of course he gets injured first XD]

Then the door burst open an all manner of noises and scents his the air, that rancid stink grew strong, there were sizzling and crackling sounds, and the distinct scent of fresh blood added to the air, it was all so exciting, however he patient waited for those before him to get through the door rather than shove them through and endanger their ability to survive. However once there was a clear path he stepped through, a hand on either rapier and the instant a gun was pointed towards him he ducked low under the bullet, dashing across the floor before swinging up, gutting a man from hip to shoulder.

From there he moved about the room, conscious of his 'allies' at all times, avoiding their firing lanes and taking cover when necessary, melee in a fire fight became exponentially more dangerous with so many people on both sides, contrary to the normal 'beast' way he acted defensively for a while, moving between the various beast allies, a sudden clink sounding as using his focus entirely defensively he thrust a blade between a beast and a bullet to protect them. At one point he was in fact near flow when he'd heard a bubbly sound from the side, someone had tried to flank with an acid gun and had been shot down an instant after releasing a big gob of the flesh eating goo. Rather than duck however, he brought the rapier up into the air, lining up his slash and brought it down with inhuman speed, slicing the air as much as the flying liquid, causing it to part in a light spray rather than a deadly concentration.

While this ensured it didn't kill anyone, the smell or dissolving skin and sting like a thousand needles ripping through his skin caused him to growl deeply as the spray had pocked his upper body with smokey sizzling dots where skin was both dissolving and regenerating to compensate. pain fueled primal rage fought against common sense and survival instinct to decide where he rushed in and slaughtered things, risking getting killed, or kept himself safe and released his rage from range. In the end common sense won out and he sheathed the rapiers, the SMG being produced once again as he held with both hands, unleashing a healthy spray across the room at everything that wasn't an ally, stopping once gregory entered his vision, tearing another man apart no doubt. He lost track of ammo of course but guessed maybe a third of the over-sized clip was gone by now.

He gave a slight grumble, the sizzling burning sensation ever so persistent even as it slowly died down, giving a mumbled opinion on this situation "I don't like this situation... The toxin's are always being tricky, they almost never fight with any sort of guts or skill... It's hard to think their 'not' involved, and if they are then there 'must' be a trap set somewhere..."

He paused where he was, quickly moving behind a wall to avoid a spray of fire before he called out, both as a test, and a taunt, his voice was rife with a forced mocking tone. "Come out you Filthy Toxins... We can smell your rot from a block away, You don't honestly think we're stupid enough to throw ourselves right into one of your gutless traps do you?" Now he waited to see if they were foolish enough to come out, and if one were to show themselves he would quite happily spritz them with bullets to avoid letting them spread their plague too fast for them to survive it.

[BigPapaBelial]

Chance was shrugging out of his suit and quickly into his combat gear while John drove. Chance smiled, "I wanted to be there. But I had some work to take care of at the casino. A new customer wanted the hands on thing. Might have a tie in for some influence over a Private Defense Contractor. Before he was put into the Dream Machine he was talking about repeat visits already." Chance grinned broadly. By then he had his fatigues on, and his suit all folded up inside.

He looked up at John as they drove on, "How did the crowd take it sir? I haven't gotten the whole story yet." He was starting to slip into his armor by then, over the fatigues they went, reinforced leather straps and steel clasps fitting together to keep the harness on. He'd belt the knife scabbard and pistol holsters on later. He looked up at John, hopefully to get the full story from him directly.

[Storyboy]

John smiled turning the car into a garage by some abandoned docks. The door opened revealing a ramp leading down into a tunnel. "You can watch a video when you get back." He slowly drove the car down the ramp and onto a platform. The wheels locked down and the platform began to descend down the dugout cavern. Lights came on as they proceeded. John made a call letting someone know they were coming just as they approached a steel gate which opened as a green light flashed in the corner. They were pulled into an old subway station, or part of one. People were working everywhere. Sparks flying from blowtorches, bullets fired from guns down a shooting range.

The platform stopped and John got out. A man walked up and shook John's hand, "It's good to see you Mr. Banks. We're ready, the men just wanted to go through some extra precautions to make sure everyone can handle what's coming." The train was to the right of them. It was average in length for a subway train but it was covered completely by armor plating. It was a wonder how they got it down here, it was an abandoned subway after all. "Nice to see everyone is getting prepped for the job. I almost half expected some of you to be drawing straws to see who goes first." The man with the greasy clothes shook his head, "No way Mr. Banks. All the men are confident we'll get this done with few casualties."

A juggernaut in a large suit of armor and shield walked to the back of the train and grabbed on. A few men were testing the spin on the chain-gun in the front while others were checking the trains other functioning parts. John smiled largely at it all.

[Buckskin Girl]

Vivian preferred to stay away from the fray of bullets, at six foot tall with her exceptionally fair skin and black curly hair she was not much good at fighting. Close combat and sly killing yes but bullets weren't her choice of weapon. Her short black dress revealed long, long legs and dainty feet clad in vibrant red heels.

The park had been a disaster, now something else was going down. She had easily gotten word of Chance's escapade in Beast territory. She tended to focus more on making sure the gang members were secure in their choices and recruiting new members and new business opprotunites for the gang.

Tonight however she lounged on a long, black, seude sofa in her room at the back of her own club. Wolf's Den was a club that caitered to all walks of life and this was where many of the new members began their lives in the Tesla gang, under the She-wolf's watching golden eyes.

A young man sat next to her in a chair and she licked her supple red lips as she looked at him. She could see the goosebumps on his skin and the hair on his arms standing up. Vivian wasn't opposed to using her good looks to get what she wanted from people. He was her newest pupil and she lifted a slender hand to call him over to her.

"Get me a drink would you darling, something cold please. I'm a bit," She paused for a moment to looked him over with a luscious smile, "hot." She finished as she looked him in the eyes once more.

Once he was gone the young woman brooded. She was a fairly high ranking member of the gang. She was, in a sense, their secret negotiations weapon. Who better to wine and dine potential clientel than a harmless young woman? She would wait to see what went down next. There was bound to be trouble amist.

[BigPapaBelial]

Chance followed John out of the car moments later, the clasps of his armor done up, his holsters and scabbard set into place. He walked up behind Banks, making sure he could hear him coming. Chance couldn't help but look just a tiny bit amazed at the sheer size of everything. Sure he had seen Juggernauts in the past, and snipers, long shots, the whole she-bang! But that still didn't stop him from marveling at them every time he saw them.

Finally he stopped behind Banks and slightly to his right, "the men sound confident, the tech looks good, the weapons are all set. This ought to be interesting." He nodded to the man in greasy clothing, shaking out the nerves, concentrating on what he needs to do for the mission, rather then the moment.

[InsanitiesJack]

Blood streaked through his fur, the liquid streaming through hair and flesh and skin and giving further weight to the maddened eyes, the overly wide grin, the teeth that shined so beautifully. Acid and disease made manifest burned through his body, made him howl in pain and agony, but still he moved onwards, a sword in his hands ripping through some kind of green barrier before he dropped it - usless tool, weak item, weak weak weak

your flesh is mine your blood is mine i will devour everything everyone all of you eat eat eat rape pillage destroy BUAHAHAHAHA

"Kya! Kyahahahah-kah!"

His laughter, his love, his pain, all of it interrupted by the bastard kill him feast upon him use HIS BONES!!! sharpened tentacles, vines, green little tendrils that tore into his abdomen, into his stomach, that drilled through him in his entirety - he screamed and howled, and the moon howled back, and then he was tearing ripping bitting bleeding killing feasting finishing

He roared, his claws tearing into a suited body, into a softly-covered soft female who wasn't scared wasn't cowering wasn't weak was alpha alpha alpha

A wall collapsed, his ribs straining under the impact against wood and plaster as vines and tendrils and arms threw him with too much force to be possible for such a small body.

He bled, but this time he did not howl.

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Her gun pounded backwards with each shot, the recoil making her entire arm and shoulder ache with the sheer amount of bullets she had fired - where was she getting the ammo? - but all the bullets were eithered ignored or struck upon the barrier of tendrils that the Vine-Warden had protecting her.

Someone screamed, she heard Gregory screaming and howling, glimpsed his body as it was thrown back by the overpowered young girl, she growled under her breath as she took the opening in her barrier - the entrance that she had unwittingly opened in her attempts at killing Gregory.

Flow charged, twisting and weaving through the vines that bouned and enclosed and sought to rip and pound and destroy her - she saw the Vine-Warden, saw how she had been harmed, saw how she was already healing from the gruesome mauling to her stomach.

She brought up a trenchknife and punched the bitch right in the face.

The Vine-Warden wasn't even inconvenienced, of course, but the bullet that immediately followed to rip through her eye-socket was certainly an inconvenience.

Flow took a hop back - only to find herself wrapped in tendrils and and vines as they wrappe around her body, already preparing to crush her soft form. The Vine-Warden held a hand to her left eye, blood streaming down her face in vast quantities as anger and hatred flaired across her face.

"Fuck," Flow managed to curse before the vine around her throat started to tighten, along with the rest of them.

[Storyboy]

John put a hand to Chance's shoulder. "Good luck son. I know you'll make us proud. Remember don't stay longer than you have to. Get the train to the heart and get out. If anything goes wrong with your escape pod, the jump jets have orders to take you back safely as their number one priority." He removed his hand and turned around walking to the car. "Let's hope that doesn't happen as we don't need the plan to go to shit because we lost one of the sections along the way." John got in the car and the platform returned into the hall.

The grease covered man yelled to all his men, "Train leaves in ten minutes! Get ready boys." He turned to Chance, "Don't worry kid, I have complete faith that each of our boys can take on a hundred of them suckers." He smiled under his red haired mustache and walked away.

[BigPapaBelial]

Chance nodded, then headed on inside the train. He walked the entire length of it, getting a mental picture of what it looks like, and it's capabilities. Also finding a command section, no digital sandtable, but it'd do in a pinch. Not that he'd want to be holed up in a room while everyone was outside, he'd get a better idea of the whole thing if he was on the ground with the men anyway. Not that they looked like they needed any guidance. The whole thing was well planned already, he was just there as moral support pretty much. He wasn't keen on letting Uncle Banks down though.

He settled into the command section of the train, checking everything out, and kind of wishing he had his own command team there with him. Sid, Jonny, and Nick, his friends who took the banker route would have been great assets here. But, he couldn't tell them, against the rules. He'd have to make due.

After abit he stepped out of the train and watched the rest of the perp work going on. What's a good young playboy like him doing in a place like this, is pretty much the only thing running through his head.

[Shoryu]

Malek had waited more than long enough when he peeked around the corner, seeing the show of vines taking place, and what happened to those who rushed in to attempt a quick finish Shit...One of 'Those'... No room to have fun 'now'..." With the vines in the way obviously capable of blocking bullets, not to mention flow stuck 'in' those vines, he stuffed his gun back on his belt and re-drew both Rapiers, Then charged forward, carefully placing his movements to use the mass of vines to obstruct their user's vision of him, and not making a sound like some fool barbarian.

Then in an amazingly fluid display of acrobatics and raw power he leapt up, rotating in the air to slam his feet into the cieling, making dust shower from above everyone, before he 'leapt' down, rotating again, this time into a slice coming down on the vines. Numerous as they were the vines stood no chance against sharpened Steel empowered by momentum and Raw Sinew, and he cleaved them from top to floor on one side, landing with such force that his strike shattered the rotten wood floor beneath his blade. He was only on his knees for an instant, but while he was he glared through the parting vines, eye to remaining eye with the warden, a glare that would make a pack of wolves fear bringing his wrath, and he saw fear in her eyes after having so many vines severed in one swing and being met with the eyes of a killer, not to mention that he was covered in visibly healing acid burns.

He wasted not a moment and leapt forward, with a short spin and several insistent slashes he cleaved the other side of the vine prison holding Flow and descended into a state of utter focus, his blades swinging at every little green thing that moved into their range, urging the warden to back away as quickly as possible, and he said one thing to anyone else. "if you get a shot, take it, just don't hit 'me'." Elite of the Toxin's or no she'd just been disarmed by someone she'd think of as a mutt, though he knew his only chance of really winning was to keep her afraid of him, to make openings for others to get her, He wasn't the kind of level that could literally go toe to toe in an equal fight with a warden, the sheer number of 'weapons' they could level against him would prove too much eventually.

Then she made her move, With Rapidly regenerating vines she lashed out with everything that was left to try and over-whelm him, he stood his ground, spreading his stance as his arms began to move like a blur, the blades ripping through the advancing vines as quickly as possible to ensure they didn't get close enough. his reach proved incredibly useful here, being able to slice them up from 5 feet away was a god-send with so many vines coming at him, Then she faltered, and he made his counter move, Advancing in a short leap and cleaving apart whatever he could before he leapt again.

This Time on the way down however, she lacked the vine mass to block him, quick as they could recover, he'd bought himself a few seconds, and came down on her face to face, a howl coming from the warden as his blade tips met her shoulders respectively and his weight and momentum shoved them through the bones and down into her chest cavity. Much blood was made but it would be enough for some planty bitch who could regenerate even more than he could, so he should a simple "NOW!!" In hopes someone was prepared to do something to that bloody face of hers, though not to leave any options neglected, he also 'opened wide' and bite down on her throat, causing another fresh gush of blood from her. This was likely the only chance to finish her off, he could feel the regenerating vines already curled around his limbs in such proximity, Thorns cutting into his flesh, his grip and bite all that was keeping him in place for the time, though each attempt to jerk him away caused a fresh screech from her as his blades jerked inside and made fresh slices.