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Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Computer hoooooooo!

There will be a post up within the next day or two from me.

And just to add my own two cents of why I originally thought it was a train:

For some members on the train he was either a target, an asset, or a person to stay away from. It was rare for criminals to take the risk of taking ship on a railway barge when the Ecclesiae had members of the cloth on board. But some criminals were more daring; others ignorant.

Inkarnate

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Just fyi, I've been relegated to using only a phone until my computer is repaired. Don't expect miracles.

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Alina was...shocked?

Stunned?

Stupefied, maybe?

Something like that.

She wasn't exactly sure why; after all, it was part and parcel of this hellhole to have people who could control their own blood. Why not someone who could do anything else? Logically (at least as far as logic went here), it all made sense.

Logic still had a tendency to fail when someone conjures an explosion massive enough to send metal elevator doors flying, yet somehow barely moves. Something about blatant disregard for the known laws of physics shorted out her mind somewhat. Luckily for her, it came online quickly enough for her to realize something:

Shit, I'm still bleeding. The slash on her shoulder, though short, still bled profusely. Though she would recollect the blood eventually, there wasn't time for "eventually." They had to move. Now, now, and now. As more blood spilled out, she expanded and hardened it with her mind, filling the slash with a line of solid blood. The bleeding was lessened, only occasionally seeping out around the blockage. More importantly, though, the pain was tremendous. Having a solid object jammed into the wound forced a gasp from her, and nearly broke her focus enough for it to simply revert to blood. She held on, though, to that tenuous concentration, at least enough to grit her teeth and spit to anybody in the elevator behind her, "Guess this is our stop. Come on, get out." She stood, swaying slightly, and walked out, nudging the man on the floor with her foot. "I'm with you," she bit out as blood poured down her shoulder, "I want nothing more than to lie down right now. But we gotta get going. Up you come."

Favoring her uninjured arm, she reached down, grabbing his hand and hauling him upright. There was still some strain on her shoulder, though, and another bolt of pain and and spurt of blood ran down her arm, the blood dripping off at the fingertips. She screwed her eyes together for a second, cursing flagrantly under her breath. Then she opened them, and cursed flagrantly--this time not under her breath. The cameras in the hallway were rapidly readjusting themselves, steadily moving towards her and the man. "Come on!" she shouted to whoever happened to be nearby, whether in the elevator or outside, not caring at this point whether or not she was heard, since they were pretty much S.O.L. already. "We need to move!"

Then came something she didn't expect, from off in a side hallway. It was close by, too, enough to set her ears ringing. A gunshot. One crisp, clear shot. Her legs blazed back into motion and she darted down the hallways towards the sound. After all, where there were guns, there were probably some of the escapees that hadn't followed her. Safety in numbers, after all.

She skidded to a halt as she saw something she didn't expect. Pink-haired girl from before—Ava, Ada, something like that, she hadn't had enough time to fully commit everything to memory—was standing next to the boy that had slammed guards to the walls. She remembered his name; not every day you hear the name Fuyuki in America. There was a blood pouring out of a bullet wound in his hand, but...he was holding the gun. She stood stock-still for a moment as she stared at the bizarre tableau. Dimly, she realized that the girl she first busted out of the cell, the one that had asked about the plan, was standing nearby, clearly appreciating the sheer oddness of the situation just as she was.

"Whuh?"

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Yo, I'm back. Sorry 'bout that.

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

As a heads-up, I won't be around for a few days. Until I get back, the co-GM is in charge.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@Jay Kalton I think you might have my favorite signature on this site.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

<Snipped quote by Inkarnate>
Weird how things work out like that. It's as if you have loyal players who have no qualms waiting a bit longer. :O

@Altered Tundra

Modern-day miracle, I tell you.

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Alina booked it down the hallway as fast as she could possibly run, keeping her eye open for any cameras that decided to spontaneously reactivate and make her life more difficult. As she skidded around the corner, occasionally checking behind her to make sure there were still people there, she caught sight of the elevator button spontaneously pressing itself. Her brow furrowed for a moment, but she shrugged, discarding any suspicions she might have had as the elevator arrived. She rushed in as soon as she could, waiting a few minutes on pins and needles for people to follow her. She was itching to leave, and occasionally pressed the Open Doors button so the rest of the group would know which elevator to go into.

It wasn't until several people had joined her inside and she'd let the doors slide closed before she thought to look around. Her eyes went wide as, in the corner, she saw a small security camera. It wasn't the same kind that was in the hallways--no dart gun or tracking, not moving--but it could sure as hell see them. She immediately slammed on the Open Doors button again, but to no avail; the doors stayed shut. Hysteria began to edge its way into her voice. "Oh god I'm so stupid, of course they would have a way to stop the elevators. I should've looked for stairs!"

It only got worse from there.

There was a hissing sound and, from the vent on the elevator's ceiling, a barely noticeable haze began to creep. It collected at the top, slowly starting to work its way down as the elevator-turned-gas chamber began to fill more and more.

Shit.

She began fruitlessly banging on the door to the elevator, not even caring whether armed guards opened it. All that filled her mind was a primal fear of being trapped with no way out. She didn't know what the gas did. She didn't care to find out. All that mattered was escape. And after escape, forcefully inserting large, painful objects into the orifices of whatever goddamn psychopath trapped them in this hellish nightmare prison of an elevator.

As the gas crept further downwards, she took out the scalpel and slashed open her shoulder, gasping at the sudden pain. Blood poured out from the gash, and ignoring the pain, she moved the blood in between the elevator doors, shoving them desperately outward and trying to pry them apart. They stubbornly refused to budge. No matter how much blood she rammed into the doors, she couldn't overcome the power of the hidden hydraulics keeping them shut.

"Oh god oh god oh god," she panted in rage and pain, "please open, please open, please open..."

Again, nothing. Her eyes clenched shut in a combination of pain and hopelessness as she let the blood spill to the floor around her, clenching her hand over the still-bleeding wound. The tang of bloody iron in the air around her nearly drowned out the scent of the gas as it continued to descend.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

I'm still here, never fear. I've been waiting months to make a wind-controlling sabre-wielder named Etoile. I'm not giving up on her for anything.

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Alina was pretty surprised; a lot of escapees had made it to the same place for one reason or another. She absorbed their names, noting them down. For the first time, the girl that Alina had busted out of her cell spoke: “None of you actually had a plan, did you?”

Alina shrugged. "Guilty as charged. When I saw the camera and relocker dead, I decided to take my chances. Guess everyone else did too." She grinned. "Good on all of you for taking the opportunity. Who knows when another one might have come around?" She lifted her hand in a halfhearted wave. "I'm Alina. Wish it were better circumstances, but hey, what're you going to do, right?

As she spoke, her mind raced. As calm as she was acting, the girl was right; they did need a plan. Something. Anything. They couldn't just stand here waiting. They had to act somehow, or else nothing would get done and everything would just get worse. But try as she may, she couldn't think of anything more concrete than "move down."

"The fact of the matter is, none of us really know this place, do we? The layout and stuff, I mean. We can make all the elaborate plans we want, but really, Aimee's right. All that we can do is move down and hope for the best."

As another camera suddenly came back to life to her right, she gritted her teeth and spat the last of the blood pooled in her mouth at it like a dart, puncturing the lens and rendering it useless. "Like I said. We've gotta move or we're so totally screwed that the word 'screwed' doesn't even describe it. Anything is better than waiting to get put back in the cells." With that said, she frisked one of the unconscious doctors, yanking a scalpel from a little wallet of medical tools. I really hope I don't have to use this, she sighed mentally. Then two guards burst around the corner. She swore mentally: Damnitall. I don't have any blood to work with but the stuff in the camera! Baring her teeth, she pressed the scalpel to her skin, preparing to cut.

Then the guards just...went. To one side. Then down. Hard. Whoever the kid was that was doing this, that was some kind of power. Alina just watched it roll by. He seemed to have it well under control. She grinned as the guard spoke. "Alright, sounds good!" she said, brushing her hands together before she set off at a run down the hallway, hoping to make it to the elevator before many more cameras came online.

"Come if you're coming! We don't have time to waste!"