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Lords of the Underworld

Luther nodded, looking impressed. "I have a friend that sells used cars, actually...We could probably work something out if you needed. As long as you found your license. The pigs wouldn't let you off without that."

Experiments

nice intro post, savato o:

i feel like i should make another post, but its a struggle to make a filler without pretty much parroting my last post

Lords of the Underworld

Luther turned his attention to Sven. The guy was still a kid, right? "Can you even drive?"

Lords of the Underworld

Luther walked out, before pausing and walking back inside to get his keys. Even though he figured it was a bad idea to take his car, he still liked to have them on him. He walked back outside, leaning against his own car while waiting for everyone. "For things like this my car isn't really suited...I have practically everything I own in the back seats." He offhandedly remarked. He figured he should work on moving things to his room now that he had a place he could keep others out of. However, that was a lot of work, and it seemed unnecessary.

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

Once he had finished off a few more guards, Jeremiah turned back to Brian, and watching Jake go. "Hey, if you would hold still, I could help."

Experiments

The gunshots heard in the distance startled Jalo, but not enough to cause a reaction. He felt safe in the center, if someone came that close there were others behind him to take care of that. Though he did wonder who it was, and if they were alright. It wasn't anything he could concern himself with, but he really was hoping to see everyone in the group outside. Under all the stress, it wasn't surprising the lock gave way after not too long.

027 watched as the front line took action on both sides, and took the door he had flattened, using it to shield members of their team when he could without getting in their way. Never made for the front lines, he remained in the center. He had never wanted to kill anyone, or even do harm; the situation, however, was more important than his pacifist beliefs. If they didn't act now they would be captured once more, most likely under twenty-four hour surveillance and tighter security controls all around. By the time he noticed a guard aiming at him he didn't have the time to shield himself, and a bullet hit him in his right trapezius. As he recoiled in pain his arm went with him, and in turn, the door slammed down on a few soldiers. Jalo stood back up straight, now focusing on the one who shot him. With some of the exercises the facility doctors had had him do in the past, lifting one man was no problem. He picked up the man, and threw him to the ground. It was a more shaky process now that he was using his non-dominant hand to guide himself, but it worked well enough. Next he focused on the approaching groups, taking the makeshift shield and using it to slam a few soldiers into walls. While it took more energy, it was much more efficient. Having gotten some pent up rage out (albeit in a manner he knew he would feel awful for later) and stemming the flow of soldiers a bit, he went back to a defensive position.

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

Well, Jeremiah still had no idea where he was, but he assumed Brian at least took him somewhere closer to leaving. Upon seeing all the guards his natural reaction was to shoot, leaving the older man's words almost redundant. He used his own guard as a decoy and a shield as he shot back, picking them off methodically. He noticed another man block them off, and it gave him a break to find a gun with more ammo. He listened to Brian's introduction, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought he had heard the name. Jeremiah had never been involved in the crime scene, but they just might have been the ones responsible for taking corpses from their graves at his cemeteries. "Jeremiah. I worked in New Orleans as a funeral director." He gave a short introduction. Once taken to the cyclops he figured he wouldn't be much good against it, since he mostly relied on his powers. Instead, if necessary, he would take guard.

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

Brian's sudden appearance took Jeremiah off guard, and he aimed the gun at the man. Upon seeing it was the same man who had freed all of them, he relaxed, moving the gun back to a resting position. He grinned, "I may deal in it once in awhile, yes." He replied, motioning to the guard as he walked over. "You seem to know where you're going. Mind helping me out?"

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

Jeremiah, wandering around and studying the halls, paid attention to the announcement. So, he ran a crime ring back in New Orleans, as well as using Voodoo...Suddenly, it made sense of why Brian seemed familiar to him. While he was sure he had never met the man himself, it was interesting to know a possible relative was in the same place he was. It was also useful to know what was heading for them all, and while he hadn't seen another prisoner yet, he assumed there were a lot. He started making his way downstairs, and at the landing of a flight, saw a guard coming up for him. Giving himself a small cut and muttering, he drew a sigil on his hand. It glowed black for a moment, and suddenly the guard froze, seeming to be in immense pain. Jeremiah took this moment to disarm the guard and use it on them. Once they had died he began working on reviving them, and within a few minutes he had an undead slave.

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

i'm laughing
i think i read over brian's sheet before but i didn't process it or something, i didn't mean to make him and jeremiah so similar whoops