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Well that was unexpected. Nyra gritted her teeth in annoyance as her lions did virtually nothing to light the room. A dying candle would've looked more impressive, it was pathetic.
It was difficult to see in the darkness, but there was definitely some serious damage being dished out...and not from her 'side'. Eyes widening, Nyra stared as she saw a terrifying visage.
"What the hell, is that Blake?!" All horns and demonic spikes, she was sure that the terrifying half-demon would be more than a match for the creatures they were facing.
Her hopes were soon shattered by one of their assailants pinning Blake to the floor. "Oh." Nyra shuddered as he let out a scream of pain, her own hand clenching to dismiss her lions - there was no point wasting her energy, her only power was useless. If those like Blake - and Tamara, Nyra thought, rolling her eyes at the fact that she'd sent the hotel room up in flames - couldn't hold their own -with- powers that actually worked somewhat, what was she supposed to do, shoot at pitch black and hope she didn't hit one of the team?
That's when she noticed a creature staring at her. It stood, all cold and dark, and Nyra could almost swear it tilted its head.
"Fuck this," she muttered, holstering her gun. "I'm not going to join in this, I'm leaving". The darkness seemed to smile, as Nyra turned to walk down the steps out of the room.
"Where the hell are you going?" There was a fist grabbing at her clothes, and Nyra snarled, knocking Tarn's clawed hand out of the way. "They might need you up there, why are you leaving?"
"Fine words coming from one avoiding the fight entirely, hey?" She ignored the fact that Tarn was attempting to protect Layla, as even so, it seemed much less dangerous than up...there. Perhaps it had something to do with him clutching his head earlier. "I'm completely useless. My powers don't do anything, at least the others can fight back, so why the hell should I stay around? To be a meat shield? I don't intend on dying just yet, so no thanks," she left the building. "I'll be at a pub if you find a use for me," Nyra laughed.
"Come, let us go up." Tarn agreed, making sure Layla made it up the stairs ok, but she was more than capable. He felt foolish for assuming she wasn't. Annoyingly, or thankfully, the fight was over, and Tarn sighed - he wished he could've helped more. The only problem was that an agent was now missing.
Tarn was actually just staying with Layla, but they're on the bottom floor, so Tarn couldn't care less what she does. I'd rather if you didn't mention Nyra, I'll wait to see what the GM posts for her reaction.
Nyra turned bright red when she realised her mistake, the smile on Layla's face making it all too clear, and mumbled something of an apology.
"No, there's nothing out of the ordinary." She gave a sigh of relief, though it was short lived. "But... I do feel something odd... like there's something trying to... well, let's say 'block' for lack of better word. I don't know what it is but I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Please do be careful."
"Ah," Nyra patted her jacket, to make sure that the comforting bulge of her handgun was still there, as Layla's words didn't sound too good. Normally she would have rolled her eyes at 'psychics' talking about sensing things, but she was a half-breed as well. That meant that Nyra trusted what Layla said completely, and was worried by the fact that she was gripping her cane a tad rather tightly, as if anxious about something. "I'll try to be, I guess? Really though, I'm not sure how much help I'd be anyway, haha." She raised her eyebrows at Tarn, who was hurrying down the stairs outside, clutching his forehead. "Okayyy...."
The next few minutes exploded in what seemed like an instant. First there was the sound of a dog growling, which by itself was cause for concern, but when followed by a high pitched scream.... Gritting her teeth, Nyra gently tapped Layla on the shoulder, then hurtled up the stairs, gun drawn, just as Blake yelled the agent's name.
Strange how he reacted so strongly. Nyra frowned, but her attention was drawn elsewhere as she entered the room to see nothing but darkness. Now this she could help with!
"Targin, Felas, Rupin!" She yelled, and three huge winged lions leapt out from behind her, running to separate areas of the room. They were made of pure, bright light, but she had names for them anyway, as it made them feel more real to her, made the light easier to control. Aiming her gun, she waited to see what would be revealed from behind the darkness.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Tarn was at Layla's side. He was about to follow Nyra up the stairs when he realised she was alone, and so stood to one side of her, keeping an eye out for any other intruders on their floor. He didn't think it was wise to leave their one healer alone, despite the fight going on above their heads.
"No, there's nothing out of the ordinary." She gave a sigh of relief, though it was short lived. "But... I do feel something odd... like there's something trying to... well, let's say 'block' for lack of better word. I don't know what it is but I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Please do be careful."
"Ah," Nyra patted her jacket, to make sure that the comforting bulge of her handgun was still there, as Layla's words didn't sound too good. Normally she would have rolled her eyes at 'psychics' talking about sensing things, but she was a half-breed as well. That meant that Nyra trusted what Layla said completely, and was worried by the fact that she was gripping her cane a tad rather tightly, as if anxious about something. "I'll try to be, I guess? Really though, I'm not sure how much help I'd be anyway, haha." She raised her eyebrows at Tarn, who was hurrying down the stairs outside, clutching his forehead. "Okayyy...."
The next few minutes exploded in what seemed like an instant. First there was the sound of a dog growling, which by itself was cause for concern, but when followed by a high pitched scream.... Gritting her teeth, Nyra gently tapped Layla on the shoulder, then hurtled up the stairs, gun drawn, just as Blake yelled the agent's name.
Strange how he reacted so strongly. Nyra frowned, but her attention was drawn elsewhere as she entered the room to see nothing but darkness. Now this she could help with!
"Targin, Felas, Rupin!" She yelled, and three huge winged lions leapt out from behind her, running to separate areas of the room. They were made of pure, bright light, but she had names for them anyway, as it made them feel more real to her, made the light easier to control. Aiming her gun, she waited to see what would be revealed from behind the darkness.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Tarn was at Layla's side. He was about to follow Nyra up the stairs when he realised she was alone, and so stood to one side of her, keeping an eye out for any other intruders on their floor. He didn't think it was wise to leave their one healer alone, despite the fight going on above their heads.
Nyra could feel her skull tingling. Her temper was fragile at best, and being in a vehicle with someone who could influence emotions so strongly...it was difficult to keep her cool. She found herself staring out of the window, watching the buildings go past. Luckily the trip didn't last too long.
"Woah," they drove up in front of a massive hotel, all old stone and ivy. "This is amazing!" She whispered under her breath, then proceeded to turn bright red in embarrassment. Hurrying out the car, she went into the building to see what she could find, and came across Layla with her hand resting on the banister. "See...uhh, um sense anything?"
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Tarn was glad that he got paired with Vincent and Layla in the SUV. Although they weren't talking to him, the fact that there was a dog in the car made him feel at home. He went to stroke Ichi but stopped himself in time - if he was a dog trained to hunt down half-breeds then, well, it probably wasn't a great idea. His strays loved him, but he didn't fancy having his hand bitten. It was weird, seeing the sights of London out the window - he had a few friends in the city who'd moved down from Scotland.
Once they'd arrived, Tarn left Layla and Vincent and went on ahead. He noticed Blake standing and went over to have a glance. That's when the smell of blood hit him - after giving the half demon a look to tell him he'd noticed the odd freshness, he hurried back down the stairs to get some fresh air, clutching his forehead.
There was something about that blood that set him off. The demon half of him lusted for it, and it was tingling in the back of his scalp.
Still, it was strange. The blood had been so fresh...despite being old. And the sense of nothingness...It was all rather ominous.
"Woah," they drove up in front of a massive hotel, all old stone and ivy. "This is amazing!" She whispered under her breath, then proceeded to turn bright red in embarrassment. Hurrying out the car, she went into the building to see what she could find, and came across Layla with her hand resting on the banister. "See...uhh, um sense anything?"
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Tarn was glad that he got paired with Vincent and Layla in the SUV. Although they weren't talking to him, the fact that there was a dog in the car made him feel at home. He went to stroke Ichi but stopped himself in time - if he was a dog trained to hunt down half-breeds then, well, it probably wasn't a great idea. His strays loved him, but he didn't fancy having his hand bitten. It was weird, seeing the sights of London out the window - he had a few friends in the city who'd moved down from Scotland.
Once they'd arrived, Tarn left Layla and Vincent and went on ahead. He noticed Blake standing and went over to have a glance. That's when the smell of blood hit him - after giving the half demon a look to tell him he'd noticed the odd freshness, he hurried back down the stairs to get some fresh air, clutching his forehead.
There was something about that blood that set him off. The demon half of him lusted for it, and it was tingling in the back of his scalp.
Still, it was strange. The blood had been so fresh...despite being old. And the sense of nothingness...It was all rather ominous.
[Nyra Williams]
"Blake..... Calm yourself."
It was a strange feeling that followed. Nyra could almost sense the anger in her quietening down, the tension in the room less strong. She grabbed the dossier on Blake and flicked through, and her mouth curled up in a smile as she noticed the part on emotion eating - no wonder she, and everyone else, was finding it hard to control themselves.
Until the final member of the team entered the room.
"Hahahaha, oh my god." Once the hologram had disappeared, Nyra couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Are you telling me we're after the Joker? What is this, a Suicide Squad wannabe?" She paused, her face growing calm once more, as she turned to Sonya. "Seriously though, what are you thinking? You spend all this time talking about a greater threat, about working together, and I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, this isn't so bad. Then you bring in a halfbreed, all trussed up, and - bam! - any trust you've been working on goes out the window." She paused, glancing around "...if there were any windows, of course."
It was rather difficult to prevent herself from laughing again in disbelief. Axis were out for humans, no doubt, but she'd always regarded them as somewhat clever, or thoughtful in their actions. The very fact that they'd brought someone in, all bound up in a comical straight-jacket getup, with even their face obscured...it just didn't seem very logical.
"Even if they're 'teh all powerful uber being'", Nyra said, wiggling her fingers in the air, "and we ignore the fact that this is destroying any chance at a trusting partnership between our races, it makes no sense to bring them in a straight-jacket, because if you take that out in London it's just gonna draw all the iphone snap-happy people in droves. I mean, that's practically you-tube gold!" She sighed, sinking back in her chair again, putting her feet up on the table. The idea of 'mild sedation' didn't exactly thrill her either. "Nevermind, I've said my piece. Just don't expect me to be looking out for any of you after this."
"Blake..... Calm yourself."
It was a strange feeling that followed. Nyra could almost sense the anger in her quietening down, the tension in the room less strong. She grabbed the dossier on Blake and flicked through, and her mouth curled up in a smile as she noticed the part on emotion eating - no wonder she, and everyone else, was finding it hard to control themselves.
Until the final member of the team entered the room.
"Hahahaha, oh my god." Once the hologram had disappeared, Nyra couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Are you telling me we're after the Joker? What is this, a Suicide Squad wannabe?" She paused, her face growing calm once more, as she turned to Sonya. "Seriously though, what are you thinking? You spend all this time talking about a greater threat, about working together, and I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, this isn't so bad. Then you bring in a halfbreed, all trussed up, and - bam! - any trust you've been working on goes out the window." She paused, glancing around "...if there were any windows, of course."
It was rather difficult to prevent herself from laughing again in disbelief. Axis were out for humans, no doubt, but she'd always regarded them as somewhat clever, or thoughtful in their actions. The very fact that they'd brought someone in, all bound up in a comical straight-jacket getup, with even their face obscured...it just didn't seem very logical.
"Even if they're 'teh all powerful uber being'", Nyra said, wiggling her fingers in the air, "and we ignore the fact that this is destroying any chance at a trusting partnership between our races, it makes no sense to bring them in a straight-jacket, because if you take that out in London it's just gonna draw all the iphone snap-happy people in droves. I mean, that's practically you-tube gold!" She sighed, sinking back in her chair again, putting her feet up on the table. The idea of 'mild sedation' didn't exactly thrill her either. "Nevermind, I've said my piece. Just don't expect me to be looking out for any of you after this."
(Apologies for the short reply this time, I'm on a 13 hour shift).
Neither Nyra nor Tarn had any questions for the hologram. Truth be told, Nyra was too busy being angry to care, and Tarn was busy watching the reactions of the others in the room, trying to gauge their intentions. He was rather wary of the Axis agents - for the usual reasons - and both Blake and Nyra, as judging by their files, they appeared to be prone to letting their temper get a hold of them, and he didn't want to be in the way when that happened. Annoyingly enough, the files on the Axis agents were lacking in information.
"Probably on purpose," Tarn muttered under his breath, pushing the finished documents to one side. That was when the bigger half-demon spoke up.
"What if we find nothing?"
"You come back here and will be given further instructions."
Nyra groaned at this. Great. Not a one-trip thing then, guess I'd better make some excuse up as to why I'm missing all those shows. The idea of danger didn't bother her, more the effect it would have on her show popularity and ticket sales.
"In the case that we do meet this threat, should we capture or kill?" Nyra's eyes flashed white.
"Of course you'd ask that, you trigger happy monkey," she hissed under her breath, fingers curling into her palms as she fought the urge to leap across the table. There was a sudden hand on her shoulder.
"Please don't give them a reason to shoot you," Tarn muttered, voice low so as not to be heard. It felt...wrong, touching someone so different, almost like the half-angel's skin burned his flesh. "At least not until you have a reason to shoot them, anyway." Sinking back into his seat, Tarn sighed, waiting for the hologram's answer to Vincent's question.
They might be of the opposite ends of the half-breed spectrum, but he trusted the angels more than those humans.
Neither Nyra nor Tarn had any questions for the hologram. Truth be told, Nyra was too busy being angry to care, and Tarn was busy watching the reactions of the others in the room, trying to gauge their intentions. He was rather wary of the Axis agents - for the usual reasons - and both Blake and Nyra, as judging by their files, they appeared to be prone to letting their temper get a hold of them, and he didn't want to be in the way when that happened. Annoyingly enough, the files on the Axis agents were lacking in information.
"Probably on purpose," Tarn muttered under his breath, pushing the finished documents to one side. That was when the bigger half-demon spoke up.
"What if we find nothing?"
"You come back here and will be given further instructions."
Nyra groaned at this. Great. Not a one-trip thing then, guess I'd better make some excuse up as to why I'm missing all those shows. The idea of danger didn't bother her, more the effect it would have on her show popularity and ticket sales.
"In the case that we do meet this threat, should we capture or kill?" Nyra's eyes flashed white.
"Of course you'd ask that, you trigger happy monkey," she hissed under her breath, fingers curling into her palms as she fought the urge to leap across the table. There was a sudden hand on her shoulder.
"Please don't give them a reason to shoot you," Tarn muttered, voice low so as not to be heard. It felt...wrong, touching someone so different, almost like the half-angel's skin burned his flesh. "At least not until you have a reason to shoot them, anyway." Sinking back into his seat, Tarn sighed, waiting for the hologram's answer to Vincent's question.
They might be of the opposite ends of the half-breed spectrum, but he trusted the angels more than those humans.
@my Lalia Ok, no worries! :3
Quick question - is this current speed going to be the future pace of the RP? I can't really get into my characters if there's only posts every 3 days, so I may have to drop out if so. Thanks!
[NYRA WILLIAMS]
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes our show!"
A burst of blazing-white butterflies flew up from the stage, dazzling the audience with a wave of rainbows and light.
That had been 40 minutes ago. Now, Nyra sat in her room, playing with the performance mask in her hands. There had been the usual applause, the signing of tacky merchandise, fan photographs and escaping to her backstage room to remove the mask that hid her identity. After all, it was far nicer shopping for groceries in peace.
The problem was that this time, she'd felt a sense of unease. It was hard to see with the mask obscuring her vision, but Nyra could've sworn that there had been what she could only describe as 'shady' people, watching her from a corner of the room. It just didn't feel right. After leaving with the rest of the staff, she hurried home, and after a tiring train journey found herself standing outside her apartment, keys in hand, staring at an open door.
"That's not right...." Nyra pulled her concealed handgun out. Gingerly stepping into the darkened flat, she cast her eyes left and right, scanning the room for any intruders. "I know you're in here, you thieves - come out and I won't put a bullet in you!"
What happened next all seemed like a blur. The intruders had revealed themselves, narrowly avoiding getting shot, and after an intense discussion about Axis and some story about a dangerous fourth realm, Nyra just laughed in their faces. As if she'd give up her spotlight to get chummy with some shady organisation! Problem was, after the 'will you help us' card didn't work, they'd resorted to threatening her little cousin Charlie.
So now here she was, walking down some hallway filled with strangers. Scowling, Nyra slammed open the door to the conference room, grabbing a chair furthest from the rest of the group and began to flick through the documents in front of her.
[TARN BREVIT]
Another boring day at the office.... Tarn sighed, answering what seemed like the millionth call from yet another angry customer.
"I'm sorry for the wait, how may I help you?" He winced, pulling the headset away from his ear as the customer began yelling, "yes, I'm very sorry sir. It just states in your contract that - " The phoneline went dead.
Huh. That was weird, usually he had to listen to the usual threats of 'this company is useless', 'get the manager' and 'unacceptable!' before they gave up ranting at him. Tarn would also be answering another call by now, but there was nothing but static. Leaning back on his chair, he yelled down the line of office cubicles, waving at a man by the water cooler.
"James, I think this headset's broken!" The technician hurried over. "It's gone all silent - "
"Hello?" The sound flared back into life, and James rolled his eyes, muttering something about wasting his time.
"I'm sorry for the wait, how may I help you?"
"Haven't you been noticing strange things lately? An increase in unexplained deaths on the news?" The voice said.
"Ha ha, very amusing, it's not like this company ever gets prank calls. Unless you have a real problem, I'm going to be hanging up now - "
"We know who you are, Tarn Brevit".
He froze, eyes growing wide with fear, pulse rising. There was a loud crunch as the desk beneath Tarn's fingertips split, wood splintering as the emotions causing his nails to turn into demon claws.
"What do you want?" Voice shaking noticeably, he began to gather his belongings together, ready to flee at a moment's notice. How did they know?
"Relax, you don't need to run. Let's have a chat first." Tarn gritted his teeth. Of course they were watching him, his mother had warned him about Axis, and despite all his care he'd ended up found out anyway. If he tried to escape now, they'd probably just find him again.
"...ok."
---
It had been quite a surprise. Tarn had been convinced that it was the end, that he was going to end up in some horrific experiment, just like in the rumors spread round the half-breed world. Instead, he found himself walking into a conference room. Free of shackles, no guns pointed at him, nothing. It was all completely unexpected.
The caller had 'explained' a lot to him, and although Tarn still felt suspicious, he'd decided to play along. Sitting down, he eyed the others in the room briefly before checking the documents on the table, in particular his own - and smiled as he noticed that they knew about his claws but not his tail.
So they don't know everything. Truth be told, he was more relaxed about the fact that he hadn't been watched in the shower, as this was the one time his tail - currently wrapped around his torso - was exposed to see. Glancing up, Tarn looked at the others.
Who can I trust?
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes our show!"
A burst of blazing-white butterflies flew up from the stage, dazzling the audience with a wave of rainbows and light.
That had been 40 minutes ago. Now, Nyra sat in her room, playing with the performance mask in her hands. There had been the usual applause, the signing of tacky merchandise, fan photographs and escaping to her backstage room to remove the mask that hid her identity. After all, it was far nicer shopping for groceries in peace.
The problem was that this time, she'd felt a sense of unease. It was hard to see with the mask obscuring her vision, but Nyra could've sworn that there had been what she could only describe as 'shady' people, watching her from a corner of the room. It just didn't feel right. After leaving with the rest of the staff, she hurried home, and after a tiring train journey found herself standing outside her apartment, keys in hand, staring at an open door.
"That's not right...." Nyra pulled her concealed handgun out. Gingerly stepping into the darkened flat, she cast her eyes left and right, scanning the room for any intruders. "I know you're in here, you thieves - come out and I won't put a bullet in you!"
What happened next all seemed like a blur. The intruders had revealed themselves, narrowly avoiding getting shot, and after an intense discussion about Axis and some story about a dangerous fourth realm, Nyra just laughed in their faces. As if she'd give up her spotlight to get chummy with some shady organisation! Problem was, after the 'will you help us' card didn't work, they'd resorted to threatening her little cousin Charlie.
So now here she was, walking down some hallway filled with strangers. Scowling, Nyra slammed open the door to the conference room, grabbing a chair furthest from the rest of the group and began to flick through the documents in front of her.
[TARN BREVIT]
Another boring day at the office.... Tarn sighed, answering what seemed like the millionth call from yet another angry customer.
"I'm sorry for the wait, how may I help you?" He winced, pulling the headset away from his ear as the customer began yelling, "yes, I'm very sorry sir. It just states in your contract that - " The phoneline went dead.
Huh. That was weird, usually he had to listen to the usual threats of 'this company is useless', 'get the manager' and 'unacceptable!' before they gave up ranting at him. Tarn would also be answering another call by now, but there was nothing but static. Leaning back on his chair, he yelled down the line of office cubicles, waving at a man by the water cooler.
"James, I think this headset's broken!" The technician hurried over. "It's gone all silent - "
"Hello?" The sound flared back into life, and James rolled his eyes, muttering something about wasting his time.
"I'm sorry for the wait, how may I help you?"
"Haven't you been noticing strange things lately? An increase in unexplained deaths on the news?" The voice said.
"Ha ha, very amusing, it's not like this company ever gets prank calls. Unless you have a real problem, I'm going to be hanging up now - "
"We know who you are, Tarn Brevit".
He froze, eyes growing wide with fear, pulse rising. There was a loud crunch as the desk beneath Tarn's fingertips split, wood splintering as the emotions causing his nails to turn into demon claws.
"What do you want?" Voice shaking noticeably, he began to gather his belongings together, ready to flee at a moment's notice. How did they know?
"Relax, you don't need to run. Let's have a chat first." Tarn gritted his teeth. Of course they were watching him, his mother had warned him about Axis, and despite all his care he'd ended up found out anyway. If he tried to escape now, they'd probably just find him again.
"...ok."
---
It had been quite a surprise. Tarn had been convinced that it was the end, that he was going to end up in some horrific experiment, just like in the rumors spread round the half-breed world. Instead, he found himself walking into a conference room. Free of shackles, no guns pointed at him, nothing. It was all completely unexpected.
The caller had 'explained' a lot to him, and although Tarn still felt suspicious, he'd decided to play along. Sitting down, he eyed the others in the room briefly before checking the documents on the table, in particular his own - and smiled as he noticed that they knew about his claws but not his tail.
So they don't know everything. Truth be told, he was more relaxed about the fact that he hadn't been watched in the shower, as this was the one time his tail - currently wrapped around his torso - was exposed to see. Glancing up, Tarn looked at the others.
Who can I trust?
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