North looked at both south and Ford. "Get in now. We can still get back to base" North ordered. He knew they didn't have long before the building collapsed.
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PuRe DaRkNeSs
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A deathly stare was striked at Gabriel but she soon cooled and walked towards a waiter, who handed her a glass and she drank it all in one go. Letting the taste sit on her lips before grabbing two more glasses and drinking them both. All three were laced with wine and she soon began to feel some effect from the alcohol. The blood began to satisfy her hunger and she picked up another glass, deciding to slowly drink it this time as she listened to Gabriel. Human Empathy. Human emotions. Taking away the things that made you slightly less... yourself. He was right though, after some time vampires tend to go slightly insane. It was true. Luckily she managed to block most of it out but sometimes it bit her. Hard.
"Gabriel I dont judge your tastes. But remember Ive been drinking from humans over seas for years. Its just became ritual."
Grabbing him a glass, she walked towards him and handed it to him, a curious look on her face as she listened to the conversation.
"Gabriel I dont judge your tastes. But remember Ive been drinking from humans over seas for years. Its just became ritual."
Grabbing him a glass, she walked towards him and handed it to him, a curious look on her face as she listened to the conversation.
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Allison was busy trying to pin down enemies, too busy to notice the mech. Then she heard someone shouting "GET DOWN, THERE'S A MECH AIMING DIRECTLY AT YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE!". She looked around and noticed the mech that was already spining up his chaingun. Oh Shit! But before it could something bashed in the cockpit window, she couldn't see what it was until Ericks cloak was deactivated. He lept out of the mech but left a grenade behind blowing it up. He landed on the same building as Allison was "Impressive." However the shrapnels hit the building ahrd and made it unstable. "We have to go! Move it!" Allison didn't question Erick as she heard the crashing from below. Shit. Both Erick and Allison ran towards the edge of the building, there was another rooftop on the other side but it was 20 foot away. Allison instinctively stopped at the edge since she didn't know about the suits powers. "Oh great."
Shikaru So many RP's, So little time.
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Erick gauged the situation, his decisions, and how fast this building was coming down. He could throw her, but he could also overshoot the building and toss her clear off the side. The crashing was getting closer and the building began to shake. "Fuck it.." Erick said, scooping her up in his arms he lept across, with an even louder crash the building collapsed sending dust and debris flying.
He hit the top of the roof and skidded a few feet and sat her down on her feet. He stood and looked her over for any injuries from the shrapnel behind his visor. None that he could see, good.
"That was fucking close." Erick told her, turning and watching the building collapse as well as the mech on fire beside it. Turning back to her, he spoke. "Names Erick, pay more attention next time. You're lucky I was here."
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Blood fought through the small force with guns with ease, taking minor damage to his armor. A few bullets made their way into the holes that had been made from sniper rifles, but it didn't really matter. Blood slaughtered the lot of them, his blade siphoning blood all the while, making him stronger and accelerating his healing.
Mid fight he smelled something...off in the air aside from the smell of death along with a low hissing.. He paused, the bullets continued plinking off his armor. "As much as I want to fucking kill you, hold your damn fire something is wrong!" Blood roared. He inhaled deeply, the scent stung his nostrils a little and left him feeling whoozy.
He turned and looked out the window, every single Purge member outside stopped and dropped their arms, praying. One smart-ass continued to fire, Blood grabbed the gun, yanked it from the man and pointed out the window.
"Are you dumb, or just plain fucking stupid?" Blood said as he pointed. He inhaled deeply once more, and then it hit him like a freight train through a brick wall. It was the fucking fuel, they were releasing the fuel.
"Ahh FUCK!" Blood shouted. "HOLD YOUR DAMN FIRE OR YOU'RE GOING TO BLOW US ALL UP! THEY'RE LEAKING THE GAS" He shouted into comms.
They had to find the source, and fast, or they all stood the risk of an explosion.
He hit the top of the roof and skidded a few feet and sat her down on her feet. He stood and looked her over for any injuries from the shrapnel behind his visor. None that he could see, good.
"That was fucking close." Erick told her, turning and watching the building collapse as well as the mech on fire beside it. Turning back to her, he spoke. "Names Erick, pay more attention next time. You're lucky I was here."
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Blood fought through the small force with guns with ease, taking minor damage to his armor. A few bullets made their way into the holes that had been made from sniper rifles, but it didn't really matter. Blood slaughtered the lot of them, his blade siphoning blood all the while, making him stronger and accelerating his healing.
Mid fight he smelled something...off in the air aside from the smell of death along with a low hissing.. He paused, the bullets continued plinking off his armor. "As much as I want to fucking kill you, hold your damn fire something is wrong!" Blood roared. He inhaled deeply, the scent stung his nostrils a little and left him feeling whoozy.
He turned and looked out the window, every single Purge member outside stopped and dropped their arms, praying. One smart-ass continued to fire, Blood grabbed the gun, yanked it from the man and pointed out the window.
"Are you dumb, or just plain fucking stupid?" Blood said as he pointed. He inhaled deeply once more, and then it hit him like a freight train through a brick wall. It was the fucking fuel, they were releasing the fuel.
"Ahh FUCK!" Blood shouted. "HOLD YOUR DAMN FIRE OR YOU'RE GOING TO BLOW US ALL UP! THEY'RE LEAKING THE GAS" He shouted into comms.
They had to find the source, and fast, or they all stood the risk of an explosion.
DiZL ReloadeD unimportant side character #2
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"Alright what we gon-" Before Allison could finish her sentence Erick scooped her up in his arms and jumped over to the other rooftop. As he came to a halt he sat her down on her own feet again. "That was fucking close." Meanwhile the building they were on previously collapsed. "Names Erick, pay more attention next time. You're lucky I was here." "You'd be surprised how many people already told me to be more careful. The name's All- I mean just call me Texas for now." She'd almost forgotten that she should use her codename during the mission. Only moments later Blood shouted in the comms "HOLD YOUR DAMN FIRE OR YOU'RE GOING TO BLOW US ALL UP! THEY'RE LEAKING THE GAS". "What? Are you seriously telling me that we are sitting on a gigantic timebomb that could blow up any minute, not to mention that there is a freaking battle going on! Fuck, so what now?"
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Silver dropped the body she was holding, the skin filled with tears and jagged puncture marks. She refused to wear any armor. She felt restricted, like in a cage. How could she fight if she was terrified. Plus, she was actually too small for the armor. Still, a true hunter does not need fancy weapons and armor to win a fight.
Silver sat down and looked at Blood, sniffing the air. The air had a pungent smell of oil to it. She quickly sneezed from the scent, shaking her fuzzy head. She had wounds everywhere, some healing. It didn't really hurt that much. Silver learned to block out pain a while ago. Luckily she wasn't hit with any grenades or it would have taken her a long time to regenerate.
She stood up and padded over next to Blood, the smell now really bothering her.
Silver sat down and looked at Blood, sniffing the air. The air had a pungent smell of oil to it. She quickly sneezed from the scent, shaking her fuzzy head. She had wounds everywhere, some healing. It didn't really hurt that much. Silver learned to block out pain a while ago. Luckily she wasn't hit with any grenades or it would have taken her a long time to regenerate.
She stood up and padded over next to Blood, the smell now really bothering her.
Shikaru So many RP's, So little time.
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"We get the fuck outta here or find the shut off valve! That's what the hell we do!" Blood shouted into comms. He then turned to the HIVE members that had the common sense to not fire their guns in a building full of highly flammable gas. "You three, be useful. Tell the rest of your men to find the shut off valve or get the fuck outta here. Personally, I'm gunna be doing the former." Blood told them and shoo'd them away.
Silver had entered the building and was standing beside him. She looked how he felt, fucking crazy bastards causing a gas leak to kill everyone. "You think you can find the gas leak?" He asked her.
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"I'd suggest not firing a gun as well as telling enemy forces to hold fire if they value their lives, I'll do the latter." Erick replied, "Command, patch me into HIVE communications. I need to tell these morons to stop their shit before everyone turns into barbeque."
"Affirmitive, please hold." A female voice replied. A few minutes later, "Comms link established."
"Thank you." Erick replied. "This is Erick, saver of your asses. Hold all fire unless you want the entire near vicinity to turn into a fiery crater. There's a gas leak, cause a spark and you could ignite everything."
Turning to the woman calling herself Texas he spoke. "I'll aide in finding the gas leak, I'd suggest either helping or doing the same." With that he dove off the building, landing crouched on his feet. He had to hurry, the last thing he needed was to be caught in a fiery explosion.
Silver had entered the building and was standing beside him. She looked how he felt, fucking crazy bastards causing a gas leak to kill everyone. "You think you can find the gas leak?" He asked her.
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"I'd suggest not firing a gun as well as telling enemy forces to hold fire if they value their lives, I'll do the latter." Erick replied, "Command, patch me into HIVE communications. I need to tell these morons to stop their shit before everyone turns into barbeque."
"Affirmitive, please hold." A female voice replied. A few minutes later, "Comms link established."
"Thank you." Erick replied. "This is Erick, saver of your asses. Hold all fire unless you want the entire near vicinity to turn into a fiery crater. There's a gas leak, cause a spark and you could ignite everything."
Turning to the woman calling herself Texas he spoke. "I'll aide in finding the gas leak, I'd suggest either helping or doing the same." With that he dove off the building, landing crouched on his feet. He had to hurry, the last thing he needed was to be caught in a fiery explosion.
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After his HELM-CAM had recorded a large amount of the paperwork left out, he ordered his men to get topside. Their intension was to destroy the facility and take as many with it anyway, so this would probably save them time. Along with the men that he had entered with, an Erick of some description had jumped onto HIVE's comms. Much to Knight's disapproval.
"Already found the source of it. And no, traitors of the human race will burn alongside their parasite comrades." Knight replied sternly as he reached topside and the HIVE troops began falling back to the drop site. Each Officer pulled a signal flare that begun to fire up green smoke. - Within moments the dropships began to pick up the troops and mechs who piled in. The rotors then sped up and like a migrating flock of birds took off one by one, each following the leader.
Within moments of them leaving the area, the bomb case began spewing out sparkling gas from all four edge sides before suddenly combusting in a mushroom cloud of silver-like dust that filtered down on the battlefield like snow. Most sensors were now showing up thousands of hostiles on their maps with ever-shifting positions and Supernatural Healing Abilities were now left in a weakened state.
@thewizardguy@Shikaru
After his HELM-CAM had recorded a large amount of the paperwork left out, he ordered his men to get topside. Their intension was to destroy the facility and take as many with it anyway, so this would probably save them time. Along with the men that he had entered with, an Erick of some description had jumped onto HIVE's comms. Much to Knight's disapproval.
"Already found the source of it. And no, traitors of the human race will burn alongside their parasite comrades." Knight replied sternly as he reached topside and the HIVE troops began falling back to the drop site. Each Officer pulled a signal flare that begun to fire up green smoke. - Within moments the dropships began to pick up the troops and mechs who piled in. The rotors then sped up and like a migrating flock of birds took off one by one, each following the leader.
Within moments of them leaving the area, the bomb case began spewing out sparkling gas from all four edge sides before suddenly combusting in a mushroom cloud of silver-like dust that filtered down on the battlefield like snow. Most sensors were now showing up thousands of hostiles on their maps with ever-shifting positions and Supernatural Healing Abilities were now left in a weakened state.
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Time was out. A Crusader whipped out one of their famous flamethrowers, a smile behind the helmet. With the simple press of the trigger, the burner activated. A chain reaction ensued, as the burner ignited the gas in the air. Blue flames exploded outwards, engulfing everything in the area, a wave of heat and fire that threatened to consume those who remained alive. Those left would experience a moment of suffocation, the fire having burned away the oxygen. Then, the world went blank.
Chasing the trail of gas, the fire had shot down into the building's basement. There it had rushed through the pipes, the metal being pushed outwards by the sudden heat, unable to relieve the pressure. Eventually, and inevitably, it reached the main tanks. The pressure was immense, and neither the steel containers nor the ground above could halt the wall of fire. It exploded outwards, the very ground bursting upwards as metal shards ripped their way through the Pelican. A wave of fire and force left a trail of devastation, forcing the Freelance crew to the ground.
Eventually, the dust settled. The building had been ripped to shreds, the Pelican lay in a wreck. A number of the Hive dropships had been brought down by the explosion, and there were a large number of casualties. No Purge survived the explosion. The crew of the Pelican would manage to crawl from the wreckage, having been shielded by the vehicle's walls from the brunt of the force. However, those that had remained on the ground would find themselves heavily wounded, only the suits (and/or regenerative powers) had prevented their deaths. Even Blood found himself nearly cut in half by a piece of shrapnel the size of a car.
Of course, the explosion had a single silver lining. The silver nitrate cloud had been sucked to the ground by the vacuum, and it left the entire area looking like a post-apocalyptic christmas decoration.
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Kami stood, as the image was replaced by static. The bomb had gone off, but there was no way to guarantee that those that had struck out against the Purge had been dealt with. When he had first received the reports, he had believed it to be another vampire attack. Small groups of vampires regularly struck out at Purge outposts around the country, remnants of Mohuaak's Army. However, the attackers had soon shown their true nature. It appeared there was a well-equipped human force that was trying to take down the Purge, for whatever reason. the reports of a Hive force being present were also strange. Hive hadn't acted in years, and their goals seemed to align with those of the Purge.
"Send a squadron of Interceptors, and prepare my personal ship. Further notify Sir Comfort and Sir Everett. They will accompany me to the location, armed with fire-based weaponry."
Stepping out of the armoured basement, Kami proceeded to the launch pad with all haste. Within moment the preparations were made. The interceptors would scout out the area, and deal with any reinforcements that might arrive for the enemy. He would personally deal with any remaining ground troops, and verify who it was that challenged the Purge.
All those that protected the vampire filth would die.
Time was out. A Crusader whipped out one of their famous flamethrowers, a smile behind the helmet. With the simple press of the trigger, the burner activated. A chain reaction ensued, as the burner ignited the gas in the air. Blue flames exploded outwards, engulfing everything in the area, a wave of heat and fire that threatened to consume those who remained alive. Those left would experience a moment of suffocation, the fire having burned away the oxygen. Then, the world went blank.
Chasing the trail of gas, the fire had shot down into the building's basement. There it had rushed through the pipes, the metal being pushed outwards by the sudden heat, unable to relieve the pressure. Eventually, and inevitably, it reached the main tanks. The pressure was immense, and neither the steel containers nor the ground above could halt the wall of fire. It exploded outwards, the very ground bursting upwards as metal shards ripped their way through the Pelican. A wave of fire and force left a trail of devastation, forcing the Freelance crew to the ground.
Eventually, the dust settled. The building had been ripped to shreds, the Pelican lay in a wreck. A number of the Hive dropships had been brought down by the explosion, and there were a large number of casualties. No Purge survived the explosion. The crew of the Pelican would manage to crawl from the wreckage, having been shielded by the vehicle's walls from the brunt of the force. However, those that had remained on the ground would find themselves heavily wounded, only the suits (and/or regenerative powers) had prevented their deaths. Even Blood found himself nearly cut in half by a piece of shrapnel the size of a car.
Of course, the explosion had a single silver lining. The silver nitrate cloud had been sucked to the ground by the vacuum, and it left the entire area looking like a post-apocalyptic christmas decoration.
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Kami stood, as the image was replaced by static. The bomb had gone off, but there was no way to guarantee that those that had struck out against the Purge had been dealt with. When he had first received the reports, he had believed it to be another vampire attack. Small groups of vampires regularly struck out at Purge outposts around the country, remnants of Mohuaak's Army. However, the attackers had soon shown their true nature. It appeared there was a well-equipped human force that was trying to take down the Purge, for whatever reason. the reports of a Hive force being present were also strange. Hive hadn't acted in years, and their goals seemed to align with those of the Purge.
"Send a squadron of Interceptors, and prepare my personal ship. Further notify Sir Comfort and Sir Everett. They will accompany me to the location, armed with fire-based weaponry."
Stepping out of the armoured basement, Kami proceeded to the launch pad with all haste. Within moment the preparations were made. The interceptors would scout out the area, and deal with any reinforcements that might arrive for the enemy. He would personally deal with any remaining ground troops, and verify who it was that challenged the Purge.
All those that protected the vampire filth would die.
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Florida And South
The explosion was going off now. "Shit!" Ford screamed as he crawled his way back into the pelican. South had jumped in just as the building under them had collapsed. The pelican was soon brought down by the force outside, by the time Ford came too he realized just how lucky they all were. They were wearing reinforced armor inside a reinforced ship.
Ford stood from his seat. "So who's not dead?" South responded fast to this. "Asshole." Ford sighed in disappointment. "So close." He grabbed his gear and checked who else had survived the crash, and who was still able to walk.
Hank
Gabriel offered to remove Hanks memories, but the events would still likely repeat. Then he offered another option. He offered to remove Human empathy, Now Hank was... Worried in a way. Yet, relieved. He had almost wiped out an entire city out of anger, he had forced his best friend to the ground, he had done many things he wasn't proud of. If he could solve them by doing this, Hank figured the rest he could do.
Hank looked at Mithias, though he knew it was Hanks choice. Hank sighed and faced Gabriel. "Do it, and do it fast." Hank braced himself for what ever was to come.
Tony
Tony woke up in what seemed like a hospital bed, in what seemed like a hospital. "Oh shit..." Then he realized, he was in a hospital. What had happened? He didn't remember anything.
A nurse walked by Tony's room and he ran up to her after falling out of his bed. "Hey! Yo, Nurse lady? Where am I? Why am I here?" He looked down. "And where the fuck are my pants?" The nurse had a confused look on her face. "Umm, I'm not sure where your pants are... But you're in North point Memorial Hospital. You're here for severe dehydration and a head concision."
Tony was shocked, North point? Where the fuck was north point? And where the fuck where his pants?! "Hey lady look, how long have I been here, I need to go call my friend." The nurse shrugged. "As far as I knew you were brought in about three days ago, but the doctors say you must have gone at least two days with out water. Walking as much as you did with out stopping to sleep or drink is a big no no Mister."
Tony sighed, and who called someone like Tony Mister? "I need to go, I have important work to do." The nurse ran to cut him off. "Wow wow wow You are not cleared to leave yet, you're still in recovery and I need to--" She was cut off when Tony ran around her and down the hallway.
Tony had a few things he had to do, Find a phone, call Hank, Find a ride, and find pants. Why the hell do hospitals always take pants?!
The explosion was going off now. "Shit!" Ford screamed as he crawled his way back into the pelican. South had jumped in just as the building under them had collapsed. The pelican was soon brought down by the force outside, by the time Ford came too he realized just how lucky they all were. They were wearing reinforced armor inside a reinforced ship.
Ford stood from his seat. "So who's not dead?" South responded fast to this. "Asshole." Ford sighed in disappointment. "So close." He grabbed his gear and checked who else had survived the crash, and who was still able to walk.
Hank
Gabriel offered to remove Hanks memories, but the events would still likely repeat. Then he offered another option. He offered to remove Human empathy, Now Hank was... Worried in a way. Yet, relieved. He had almost wiped out an entire city out of anger, he had forced his best friend to the ground, he had done many things he wasn't proud of. If he could solve them by doing this, Hank figured the rest he could do.
Hank looked at Mithias, though he knew it was Hanks choice. Hank sighed and faced Gabriel. "Do it, and do it fast." Hank braced himself for what ever was to come.
Tony
Tony woke up in what seemed like a hospital bed, in what seemed like a hospital. "Oh shit..." Then he realized, he was in a hospital. What had happened? He didn't remember anything.
A nurse walked by Tony's room and he ran up to her after falling out of his bed. "Hey! Yo, Nurse lady? Where am I? Why am I here?" He looked down. "And where the fuck are my pants?" The nurse had a confused look on her face. "Umm, I'm not sure where your pants are... But you're in North point Memorial Hospital. You're here for severe dehydration and a head concision."
Tony was shocked, North point? Where the fuck was north point? And where the fuck where his pants?! "Hey lady look, how long have I been here, I need to go call my friend." The nurse shrugged. "As far as I knew you were brought in about three days ago, but the doctors say you must have gone at least two days with out water. Walking as much as you did with out stopping to sleep or drink is a big no no Mister."
Tony sighed, and who called someone like Tony Mister? "I need to go, I have important work to do." The nurse ran to cut him off. "Wow wow wow You are not cleared to leave yet, you're still in recovery and I need to--" She was cut off when Tony ran around her and down the hallway.
Tony had a few things he had to do, Find a phone, call Hank, Find a ride, and find pants. Why the hell do hospitals always take pants?!
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Washington and North
Both Agents lay on the floor, as they looked up from wreckage they new all Hell was about to break loose. North tried to Open Comms but was met with Just static. the Explosion had fried their communication gear. They looked around for other Agents who may have survived the Crash. they found Katya strewn on the floor by an accounting building, Blood dripping from a cut on her had. Washington Attempted to stumble over to Katya who was unconscious. Meanwhile North had moved around to the Front of the downed Pelican looking for Four-Seven-Niner. What he Found was a broken window and a torn piece of cloth from the pilots outfit. North took off his Helmet and looked over to Wash and shook his head. Wash looked down at the unconscious katya. North looked around for more survivors hoping to find Allison and the Rest of their Unit. "South me and Wash are good, Katya's Pretty fucked up, see what you can do. Oh and South, Fours gone" He said still looking for the remaining Freelancers. not Far from the Crash site North noticed a Greenish tinge on the ground by a building. as he got closer he noticed that tinge was Agent Utah, But things were not good for him. as he approached the Agent He noticed that a Steel Pylon holding the building together had fallen and Impaled him through his chest. "Oh Shit. Utah Can you hear me" *Yeah North. look im not feeling to great. is something wrong* North had noticed that the agents Visor had broken so he probably not seen the Pylon holding him to the ground. "Umm yeah man everythings fine. You just keep talking buddy" He said to the Dying Agent *Is everyone ok. That explosion was pretty cool, am i right?* North couldnt bring himself to make Utah's last moments ones of uncertainty "Yeah man everyones good. Dont worry man the teams good" *Good Good. Look man thanks for being a good friend and that on base* North shed a tear "Nah man its been a pleasure" *Look can you do me a favour. I feel Sleepy, wake me up in a bit yeah*. Utahs head fell to the floor. He had left this world. The Purge would Pay for this. North would not rest until Every single drop of Purge blood was spilt.
Both Agents lay on the floor, as they looked up from wreckage they new all Hell was about to break loose. North tried to Open Comms but was met with Just static. the Explosion had fried their communication gear. They looked around for other Agents who may have survived the Crash. they found Katya strewn on the floor by an accounting building, Blood dripping from a cut on her had. Washington Attempted to stumble over to Katya who was unconscious. Meanwhile North had moved around to the Front of the downed Pelican looking for Four-Seven-Niner. What he Found was a broken window and a torn piece of cloth from the pilots outfit. North took off his Helmet and looked over to Wash and shook his head. Wash looked down at the unconscious katya. North looked around for more survivors hoping to find Allison and the Rest of their Unit. "South me and Wash are good, Katya's Pretty fucked up, see what you can do. Oh and South, Fours gone" He said still looking for the remaining Freelancers. not Far from the Crash site North noticed a Greenish tinge on the ground by a building. as he got closer he noticed that tinge was Agent Utah, But things were not good for him. as he approached the Agent He noticed that a Steel Pylon holding the building together had fallen and Impaled him through his chest. "Oh Shit. Utah Can you hear me" *Yeah North. look im not feeling to great. is something wrong* North had noticed that the agents Visor had broken so he probably not seen the Pylon holding him to the ground. "Umm yeah man everythings fine. You just keep talking buddy" He said to the Dying Agent *Is everyone ok. That explosion was pretty cool, am i right?* North couldnt bring himself to make Utah's last moments ones of uncertainty "Yeah man everyones good. Dont worry man the teams good" *Good Good. Look man thanks for being a good friend and that on base* North shed a tear "Nah man its been a pleasure" *Look can you do me a favour. I feel Sleepy, wake me up in a bit yeah*. Utahs head fell to the floor. He had left this world. The Purge would Pay for this. North would not rest until Every single drop of Purge blood was spilt.
Shikaru So many RP's, So little time.
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Blood saw the fire approaching shortly after he finished speaking to Silver. "SHIT!" He yelled, immediately shielding her from the flame. Werewolves, fur, and fire didn't mix well. And then, boom. Shrapnel laid into his armor, small pieces bounced off. Next thing he knew he was impaled by a large chunk of metal that pierced through his armor. He coughed up blood but remained where he was until the fire died down. If it weren't for his armor and healing ability, he'd be dead, and so would Silver. It felt like a fucking furnace in his armor, he removed his helmet and fell onto his side. "Fuck who made it out? I can't move, need help in the west portion of the building. Kinda..wounded. Just go with that." He spoke into comms. "What he meant to say was, he has a piece of metal almost as big as him coming out of his back stabbed into him, so, get moving!" Scarlet shouted over comms after him.
He tried reaching the metal stuck into him, but he couldn't. Damn the drawbacks of only having one arm with a hand...
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As soon as he saw the flames, Erick immediately took to the defensive. Outrunning the first wave of fire by a marginal amount he managed to reach the middle floors of the building he was positioned in, sadly shortly after the explosion happened. Taking him while inside the building down with it, the building collapsed sending the entirety of the upper floors down on-top of Erick. He was pinned. "Fuck.." The heat was immense, thankfully dampened by his Limiter. "If anyone that isn't roasting or impaled by metal is around, I'd like some help. Trapped in the building due east under a pile of rubble and metal. Thanks.." Erick spoke into comms. In truth, he could free himself under normal circumstances. Unfortunately he was more or less completely pinned down, and that didn't make for a good range of movement.
He tried reaching the metal stuck into him, but he couldn't. Damn the drawbacks of only having one arm with a hand...
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As soon as he saw the flames, Erick immediately took to the defensive. Outrunning the first wave of fire by a marginal amount he managed to reach the middle floors of the building he was positioned in, sadly shortly after the explosion happened. Taking him while inside the building down with it, the building collapsed sending the entirety of the upper floors down on-top of Erick. He was pinned. "Fuck.." The heat was immense, thankfully dampened by his Limiter. "If anyone that isn't roasting or impaled by metal is around, I'd like some help. Trapped in the building due east under a pile of rubble and metal. Thanks.." Erick spoke into comms. In truth, he could free himself under normal circumstances. Unfortunately he was more or less completely pinned down, and that didn't make for a good range of movement.
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Allison's original plan was to regroup with the others and try to find that leak but before she could even find the rest of the team she heard a loud explosion. The next moment she got knocked off her feet instantly and was sent flying backwards. The whole fuel depot was being blown up and they were in the middle, if she didn't have that armor she would probably be toast now.
It was an uncomfortable landing but the suit saved her life. Allison pulled herself together and slowly stood up "Ugh, now that was an unpleasant ride...". She looked around, the entire fuel depot got blown into pieces and everything near it. "Oh dear, I hope we didn't suffer too many casualties to this." She tried to contact the others via comm but it didn't work "Great, comm's not working. I guess I'll have to look for them..." Allison took off in the direction of the fuel depot or rather what remained of it, hoping that she would find a few survivors.
It was an uncomfortable landing but the suit saved her life. Allison pulled herself together and slowly stood up "Ugh, now that was an unpleasant ride...". She looked around, the entire fuel depot got blown into pieces and everything near it. "Oh dear, I hope we didn't suffer too many casualties to this." She tried to contact the others via comm but it didn't work "Great, comm's not working. I guess I'll have to look for them..." Allison took off in the direction of the fuel depot or rather what remained of it, hoping that she would find a few survivors.
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Mithias stepped back and slumped slowly into a chair. The conversation was between Gabriel and Hank now, leaving Mithias to merely watch with all due concern. Of course Gabriel was right in that new memories would always be made. Trying to shield Hank from them was an ineffective and laughable idea. Pain and suffering were part of life, especially for a blood drinker. But to lose his human empathy? Mithias inhaled anxiously but dared not speak a word. He forced himself to lean back and remain silent. Gabriel was beyond a master at this, and Mithias trusted him completely. Even if he decided to unmake Hank, it would have been no worse an ending than if Hank had killed himself. Surely godlike power and eons of understanding of the mind would make Gabriel the perfect surgeon, so to speak. A challenge requiring such delicacy as this would doubtlessly entice him, giving him a chance to demonstrate his unmatched expertise.
If he cut just his empathy, Hank would no longer feel for the pain of others and suffer from emotional attachment, but what else would change?
In answer to this, Mithias considered himself in comparison. How much empathy had he himself lost after all this time? Indeed, he had regrets. He had made mistakes that he remembered, but somehow he had been able to let them go. He had been able to forgive himself and move on. Did that make him a callous ass? A unfeeling monster? Heartless? No... No, he was still capable of feeling the kind of pain that Hank felt. He knew that much. Yet it seemed to Mithias like the sacrifices along the way were justified, like the felling of any prey to a simple predator, natural, or simply part of fate's cruel plan and beyond his own control. As long as his intentions were pure... He accepted that he could not hold onto everyone he loved forever, and he believed in the value of his own life. Whatever deaths or suffering he may have caused in the past, he was still capable of great good, and he would never give up trying. Hope it seemed, was the antidote to Hank's illness. Hope, and the belief in the value of one's own life.
But what did he know?
Mithias opened his eyes to see Hank, Gabriel's hand leaving his forehead. Whatever had been done was done. Hank had agreed. Mithias stood up to study his child curiously. "Thank you, father." He said softly, with the truest of deep gratitude... and hope.
Mithias stepped back and slumped slowly into a chair. The conversation was between Gabriel and Hank now, leaving Mithias to merely watch with all due concern. Of course Gabriel was right in that new memories would always be made. Trying to shield Hank from them was an ineffective and laughable idea. Pain and suffering were part of life, especially for a blood drinker. But to lose his human empathy? Mithias inhaled anxiously but dared not speak a word. He forced himself to lean back and remain silent. Gabriel was beyond a master at this, and Mithias trusted him completely. Even if he decided to unmake Hank, it would have been no worse an ending than if Hank had killed himself. Surely godlike power and eons of understanding of the mind would make Gabriel the perfect surgeon, so to speak. A challenge requiring such delicacy as this would doubtlessly entice him, giving him a chance to demonstrate his unmatched expertise.
If he cut just his empathy, Hank would no longer feel for the pain of others and suffer from emotional attachment, but what else would change?
In answer to this, Mithias considered himself in comparison. How much empathy had he himself lost after all this time? Indeed, he had regrets. He had made mistakes that he remembered, but somehow he had been able to let them go. He had been able to forgive himself and move on. Did that make him a callous ass? A unfeeling monster? Heartless? No... No, he was still capable of feeling the kind of pain that Hank felt. He knew that much. Yet it seemed to Mithias like the sacrifices along the way were justified, like the felling of any prey to a simple predator, natural, or simply part of fate's cruel plan and beyond his own control. As long as his intentions were pure... He accepted that he could not hold onto everyone he loved forever, and he believed in the value of his own life. Whatever deaths or suffering he may have caused in the past, he was still capable of great good, and he would never give up trying. Hope it seemed, was the antidote to Hank's illness. Hope, and the belief in the value of one's own life.
But what did he know?
Mithias opened his eyes to see Hank, Gabriel's hand leaving his forehead. Whatever had been done was done. Hank had agreed. Mithias stood up to study his child curiously. "Thank you, father." He said softly, with the truest of deep gratitude... and hope.
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Gabriel smiled brightly, as he heard the answer. And with those words of permission, his mind drilled into Hank's psyche. Like a flaming bolt of lightning ripping through his brain, Hank could feel Gabriel tear into his being. His nose began to bleed, as the Oldblood's power coursed through him. He could feel his memories slipping away, as Gabriel penetrated through the outer layer of consciousness, delving into the deepest and most primal part of the human brain. Those very instincts that define humanity. And, reaching in deep, he found Hank's conscience, his capability for human empathy. The basis of humanity, of all social animals.
There was a pain that could not be described. More than simple physical agony, it was a sense of loss so overbearing it momentarily threatened to destroy the cracked fundaments of Hank's sanity. It was alienation, isolation, the destruction of self. To lose not just those things on the surface, not just the superficial friendships and relationships conjured by the human mind. But to lose oneself, to become lost among in the labyrinth of one's own mind.
When Hank opened his eyes, he was a different man. For the Hank that had sat down in the chair had died, and would never live again. The Hank that had fought for others, that had avenged his family, was no more. Images flashed before his eyes, the horrors of his past. But his demons bothered him no more. He looked on the remembered faces of his loved ones, the blood-covered cadavers that had haunted his dreams, and he felt nothing. He remembered his failures, the people he had killed in his blood rage, their faces etched into his retina, and he felt nothing. It was as if the eyes that had stared at him so accusingly were gone. They weren't humans to him, merely objects. No more worthy of compassion than a table, or a chair.
There was a hole where his heart should be, a smoking crater where he had once kept his most treasured moments. And in that moment of awakening, of realization, a single truth sprang forth for the former vampire killer. Never again would he feel pain. Never again would he feel despair.
Never again, would he hesitate to kill.
Gabriel laughed, as he stood up. He could feel Hank's gaze, and he revelled in it. Truly, he had performed a piece of art. With a simple act, he had transformed a devoted hero into a psychopath. Many times before had he destroyed the mind, bent it to his will. But this was far more subtle, a work of art painted in shades of black. Chuckling, he spoke. "And you new name shall be.... Darth Vader." He held out his hand to help Hank up. "Welcome, my boy. To a new world."
Gabriel smiled brightly, as he heard the answer. And with those words of permission, his mind drilled into Hank's psyche. Like a flaming bolt of lightning ripping through his brain, Hank could feel Gabriel tear into his being. His nose began to bleed, as the Oldblood's power coursed through him. He could feel his memories slipping away, as Gabriel penetrated through the outer layer of consciousness, delving into the deepest and most primal part of the human brain. Those very instincts that define humanity. And, reaching in deep, he found Hank's conscience, his capability for human empathy. The basis of humanity, of all social animals.
There was a pain that could not be described. More than simple physical agony, it was a sense of loss so overbearing it momentarily threatened to destroy the cracked fundaments of Hank's sanity. It was alienation, isolation, the destruction of self. To lose not just those things on the surface, not just the superficial friendships and relationships conjured by the human mind. But to lose oneself, to become lost among in the labyrinth of one's own mind.
When Hank opened his eyes, he was a different man. For the Hank that had sat down in the chair had died, and would never live again. The Hank that had fought for others, that had avenged his family, was no more. Images flashed before his eyes, the horrors of his past. But his demons bothered him no more. He looked on the remembered faces of his loved ones, the blood-covered cadavers that had haunted his dreams, and he felt nothing. He remembered his failures, the people he had killed in his blood rage, their faces etched into his retina, and he felt nothing. It was as if the eyes that had stared at him so accusingly were gone. They weren't humans to him, merely objects. No more worthy of compassion than a table, or a chair.
There was a hole where his heart should be, a smoking crater where he had once kept his most treasured moments. And in that moment of awakening, of realization, a single truth sprang forth for the former vampire killer. Never again would he feel pain. Never again would he feel despair.
Never again, would he hesitate to kill.
Gabriel laughed, as he stood up. He could feel Hank's gaze, and he revelled in it. Truly, he had performed a piece of art. With a simple act, he had transformed a devoted hero into a psychopath. Many times before had he destroyed the mind, bent it to his will. But this was far more subtle, a work of art painted in shades of black. Chuckling, he spoke. "And you new name shall be.... Darth Vader." He held out his hand to help Hank up. "Welcome, my boy. To a new world."
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Ford, South
South had heard what had happened to Four Seven Niner, South wasn't sure what to do now. "North you fucking asshole if you're messing with me I'm going to beat your skull in! You better tell me the truth right now!" South crawled her way to the front of the Pelican, Only to confirm North's words. "No...." She fell to her knees, this person was the closest thing to a parent that the two twins had.
South had only one more thing to say behind her tears. "We're going to kill them all. Each and every one of them." She wanted to grab her rifle to go out and kill what ever Purge may have survived, though all she was able to do was sit their and wait.
Ford crawled out of the Pelican, if their was one thing he learned from being in the Airborne it's that being in a crashed Vehicle was a bad idea over all. Either it would explode from damages, explode because of procedure or someone could follow the smoke and you would get pinned in it. Ford Hated all those ideas.
Ford walked up to North and Utah. "We can't stay here. The ship is a ticking time bomb, and I am willing to bet that any Purge that survived are going to be looking for us, and we are in no condition to fight now." He had a point on that, everyone was beaten up, or worse. Much off the ammo and weapons were lost in the crash, and they were in... Well it's an open area now.
Ford was definitely in an iffy state of mind over Utah, Ford hated casualties as well, but the grieving needed to be saved for later. "Hey! North! Katya is down, Utah is down, We have lost many of our own. Now you need to get your head together so we can get who isn't dead out of here in one piece! We can deal with Pruge when we are in a better situation. For now we just need to get as far away from this Pelican as possible, and find a way out of Seattle. Even if we have to walk, staying here is a bad idea."
South had heard what had happened to Four Seven Niner, South wasn't sure what to do now. "North you fucking asshole if you're messing with me I'm going to beat your skull in! You better tell me the truth right now!" South crawled her way to the front of the Pelican, Only to confirm North's words. "No...." She fell to her knees, this person was the closest thing to a parent that the two twins had.
South had only one more thing to say behind her tears. "We're going to kill them all. Each and every one of them." She wanted to grab her rifle to go out and kill what ever Purge may have survived, though all she was able to do was sit their and wait.
Ford crawled out of the Pelican, if their was one thing he learned from being in the Airborne it's that being in a crashed Vehicle was a bad idea over all. Either it would explode from damages, explode because of procedure or someone could follow the smoke and you would get pinned in it. Ford Hated all those ideas.
Ford walked up to North and Utah. "We can't stay here. The ship is a ticking time bomb, and I am willing to bet that any Purge that survived are going to be looking for us, and we are in no condition to fight now." He had a point on that, everyone was beaten up, or worse. Much off the ammo and weapons were lost in the crash, and they were in... Well it's an open area now.
Ford was definitely in an iffy state of mind over Utah, Ford hated casualties as well, but the grieving needed to be saved for later. "Hey! North! Katya is down, Utah is down, We have lost many of our own. Now you need to get your head together so we can get who isn't dead out of here in one piece! We can deal with Pruge when we are in a better situation. For now we just need to get as far away from this Pelican as possible, and find a way out of Seattle. Even if we have to walk, staying here is a bad idea."
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He stood silently, observing the fire-fight from a slight distance, his time had been spent recently with Purge members and they had begun to wear off heavily on him. He had missed the ritualism of Purge life, the religiousness and self-hatred that accompanied him throughout his younger years. Having become re-initiated he had spent a bit more time Purge members, and had become a bit of a weapon that the Director had, easily one of the strongest fighters he fought regularly, to protect and serve all Purge efforts was his lives meaning, and in hindsight he couldn't believe he had tried to abandon them before. His religion had returned, and armed him with a retribution, his life had become dedicated to atoning the sins of his existence, he had been promised a chance at heaven by purge higher-ups, but only if he preformed enough acts for the benefit of the purge to counteract the evil in his veins.
He stood silently, observing the fire-fight from a slight distance, his time had been spent recently with Purge members and they had begun to wear off heavily on him. He had missed the ritualism of Purge life, the religiousness and self-hatred that accompanied him throughout his younger years. Having become re-initiated he had spent a bit more time Purge members, and had become a bit of a weapon that the Director had, easily one of the strongest fighters he fought regularly, to protect and serve all Purge efforts was his lives meaning, and in hindsight he couldn't believe he had tried to abandon them before. His religion had returned, and armed him with a retribution, his life had become dedicated to atoning the sins of his existence, he had been promised a chance at heaven by purge higher-ups, but only if he preformed enough acts for the benefit of the purge to counteract the evil in his veins.
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North reached down to the body of Utah and grabbed the Dog tags that hung from his neck. he turned and shouted to Wash "Grab Carolina and Lets move." he tried his comms again "I dont know if anyone on this channel can hear this but This is Agent North Dakota of Project Freelancer. If Anyone Survived the Purge Fireball our Rendezvous point is at the Burger Town Dinner just East of our Location. Coordinate points (401,268). Bring any wounded we'll try our best to help them. and for Any Purge or HIVE agents who can hear this. We're coming for you. No Longer will we Hide in fear and make individual Attacks. The Hunt is on. " Washington looked over to North and nodded, he had made a Bold Decision and hopefully it had Paid off. Wash made his way over to Utah "North you know what to do" Wash shouldered Katya and walked over to South and Ford. "You heard the man. move for the Diner." North took the Helmet off Utah and Brought up Theta. "Theta Activate Utahs armour self destruct sequence and set it to Ten Seconds. we cant let his armour Fall into the wrong hands"
North reached down to the body of Utah and grabbed the Dog tags that hung from his neck. he turned and shouted to Wash "Grab Carolina and Lets move." he tried his comms again "I dont know if anyone on this channel can hear this but This is Agent North Dakota of Project Freelancer. If Anyone Survived the Purge Fireball our Rendezvous point is at the Burger Town Dinner just East of our Location. Coordinate points (401,268). Bring any wounded we'll try our best to help them. and for Any Purge or HIVE agents who can hear this. We're coming for you. No Longer will we Hide in fear and make individual Attacks. The Hunt is on. " Washington looked over to North and nodded, he had made a Bold Decision and hopefully it had Paid off. Wash made his way over to Utah "North you know what to do" Wash shouldered Katya and walked over to South and Ford. "You heard the man. move for the Diner." North took the Helmet off Utah and Brought up Theta. "Theta Activate Utahs armour self destruct sequence and set it to Ten Seconds. we cant let his armour Fall into the wrong hands"
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@Shikaru A raven landed on a piece of rubble a few feet away from Blood, looking at him with intelligent eyes. The bird removed it's focus from the wounded man, scanning the area and taking in all of the destruction. The feathered creature finally rested it's eyes on Blood again, studying the large piece of shrapnel sticking out of his back. A few moments later, Blood would receive a telepathic message stating that help was his if he desired it. The message also included an image of Blood, minus the twisted piece of metal sticking out of his back.
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His radio began to static, tuning into the frequency that North was communicating on, and listened closely, quickly plugging in the GPS coordinates that he heard over the radio. After the transmission ended, his began to move, with the combination of his suit and his own natural speed, he was capable of running just south of forty miles an hour, and he was pushing himself hard, likely falling around the 37 mph range. As his feet moved under him so quickly they were a blur, he unsheathed the rifle he had on his back, The T-A Compedium, a fully automatic weapon with a close-range scope and Armor Piercing rounds. They would deliver a powerful blow if fire point-blank range on a heavily armored portion of the body, and could prove critical if they penetrated a less armored location such as the neck, joints, or visor. He slowed a bit, to balance the newly deposited weight in his arms, scanning everything in his field of vision for the Freelance Operatives.
His attention turned back to the transmission frequency, and after a few moments of thought he decided he would reply to the Soldiers, give them a chance to prepare for his presence. A man, or beast, of God would Never attack an enemy if they weren't aware of his presence, to do so would be cowardly and only weaken the faith of Other's in the Purge's true strength.
"There is no hunt for you. You are merely the prey."
His modified voice growled, echoing within the helmets of the Freelance operatives.
His radio began to static, tuning into the frequency that North was communicating on, and listened closely, quickly plugging in the GPS coordinates that he heard over the radio. After the transmission ended, his began to move, with the combination of his suit and his own natural speed, he was capable of running just south of forty miles an hour, and he was pushing himself hard, likely falling around the 37 mph range. As his feet moved under him so quickly they were a blur, he unsheathed the rifle he had on his back, The T-A Compedium, a fully automatic weapon with a close-range scope and Armor Piercing rounds. They would deliver a powerful blow if fire point-blank range on a heavily armored portion of the body, and could prove critical if they penetrated a less armored location such as the neck, joints, or visor. He slowed a bit, to balance the newly deposited weight in his arms, scanning everything in his field of vision for the Freelance Operatives.
His attention turned back to the transmission frequency, and after a few moments of thought he decided he would reply to the Soldiers, give them a chance to prepare for his presence. A man, or beast, of God would Never attack an enemy if they weren't aware of his presence, to do so would be cowardly and only weaken the faith of Other's in the Purge's true strength.
"There is no hunt for you. You are merely the prey."
His modified voice growled, echoing within the helmets of the Freelance operatives.
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