The Cursed City [EX]
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				Title: <strong>The Cursed City [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 13:25:06</strong>
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				<strong>Felicia</strong><br><br>Felicia stopped along with the other group as the doors slammed shut. As soon as the sound of two metal doors closing against each other rang trough the air, sun begun to go down. It wasn't an ordinary sunset, no way it was, it didn't take many seconds for darkness to fall over the city they were trapped in. <strong>"What is this...?"</strong> She said silently to herself as fog started to gather, making it even hard to see over twenty feet from where she was standing.<br><br>The only light visible in the city was the flickering, dim light from the street lights. It seemed as if the electric current keeping their light on was somehow impaired. It didn't occur to Felicia that the city was supposed to have been abandoned hundreds or thousands of years ago, yet it had electricity. Not only that but it was still working, even if quite poorly, after all those years.<br><br>The architechture of the buildings in the city was something similar to nineteenth century european buildings, it could make one wonder if there had been people in the history who had found this city, taking influence from the designs and maybe found the secrets of electricity. It would also mean there was a way out of this city.<br><br>Felicia looked to the others, she was out of ideas of what to do. <strong>"We should take shelter... And continue at daylight. It's not good to go around in here when we can't see and that monster is at loose."</strong> She spoke rather silently, still shocked from what had happened to Jacob.<br><br><div align="center">---------------------------------</div><br><strong>Nikolai</strong><br><br>Nikolai had been the first to run when Felicia had told them to. He didn't feel like having a chatter with a creature that could absorb magic and only flinched slightly when Jacomb emptied few hundred bullets from high calibre machinegun at it. She ran toward the gate that was closing slowly, but faster than they could ever make it there.<br><br>Nikolai was only few feet away from the gates as they slammed shut. She looked at the thick metal doors and groaned in frustration. He slammed his cybernetic fist into the gates with devastating force, but didn't even leave a scratch. <strong>"Damn it!"</strong> He uttered in frustration.<br><br>As he heard Felicias words he grunted <strong>"Continue? Continue to what? The only thing we'll do is that we get out of here."</strong> He said. At these words he could hear a screeching voice of metal foing against metal behind him. He took a few steps back from the door as he could see sparks flying from the metall of the gates, it was like some invisible claw was scratching to it, forming letter after letter into the middle of the gate. 'Only one may leave alive.' The text said. Nikolai stared at it in disbelief <strong>"What kind of a sick joke is this...?"</strong> He said to himself.
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				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 13:52:25</strong>
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				"Well, arse," Pixie's english accent and laid-back delivery might have made the line funny at any other time, but not now. Her eyes darted everywhere, looking for signs of a target in the flickering light as she jogged to the closed gates. <br><br>She turned, making sure everyone was still present, her rifle kept pointing skywards - in this place, it would be all too easy to startle and shoot the wrong target by mistake.<br><br>"You're right, boss, no point in getting lost in the dark, and lights will make us a target. Time to camp, rest up, get out of here when there's daylight." She looked at Nikolai, pointedly, and continued. "That's true if we're heading in or out."<br><br>The screeching of metal as the words appeared made her spin, lowering her rifle to point at the door. Making sure the others were clear, she snapped off a shot at where the scratching monster would have to be. As her bullet passed clean through empty air, she shrugged. "Well, it was worth a shot. It <em>might</em> have been invisible..."<br><br>The words themselves she ignored. No point in paying attention to an enemies psychewar effort.
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 23:19:53</strong>
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				On the roof of a three story building - safely concealed in the darkness that had set down above the city the moment the gate slammed shut - was a solitary figure. A smile formed on her lips as she observed the small group of people below. Twirling her hair, she walked the edge of the roof and back, quietly observing them. Eventually she stopped, and clapped her hands in delight. "At last, some new play-things... it has been too long." <br><br>Her bat-like wings stretched out and flapped a few times in excitement. She could smell their blood and feel their souls, even from this far above. Time had no meaning for the beings that inhabited the city. A thousand days felt the same as five seconds when there was no one around to torment. It was as if they were all in hibernation until some poor soul dared venture within the city walls. Then the creatures of the night returned, and the city turned into their grotesque fairground. <br><br>"Soon my darlings... soon..." Demoniah ran towards the other edge of the roof and took a leap. Her flapping wings were clearly audible to the people below, as she flew under the cover of darkness to the large fort in the center of the city. Towards her master...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursed City [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 23:39:40</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo17/Phaia_Jacobs/natasha.jpg)<br></td><td><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> It had become a royal cluster fuck for sure, the death of the leader of the party and now the gates slamming and the sudden darkness. Checking her watch it made her arch a delicate eyebrow as she noted the time. She had run with the rest toward the gates but now she moved to the side, pulling her long briad up and onto her head she tugged up the hood of her jumpsuit allowing its blend to aid her in the dim light. Casually she checked her pistols and other equipment. The compass swirled and it seemed even the light of the flash light dimmed when it was turned on...luckily she had bough a bunch of the light sticks...old school but effective.<br><br>Her voice almost seemed to come from the foggy darkness.<br>" hmm only one can leave alive... I wonder how the person is chosen. could everyone check their comms, mine seems to be having some sort of problem as does my watch."<br><br>Natasha made sure her holsters were made ready for quick draws and extra clips at the ready.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 02:29:25</strong>
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				There was a flare of light, and Liam raised his hand, light blossoming from it as he looked around.&nbsp; The mist coiled slightly away, and he shook his head.&nbsp; <strong>"Priority one is to not panic, everyone,"</strong> he said, looking pointedly at Nikolai.&nbsp; <strong>"I for one know I'm not going to be leaving everyone behind, and anyone that wants to stay behind is more than welcome to do so.&nbsp; No sweat off my brow, and no love lost,"</strong> he said, grunting slightly at the mist.<br><br>He snorted slightly, and then glanced at his own watch.&nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; <strong>"Mine's fritzed too.&nbsp; Think it might be this damned mist,"</strong> he said, jerking his head at the mist that recoiled from the edges of his light.&nbsp; His brow furrowed for a moment, and then he nodded.<br><br>Of course, he stopped at the flapping sound, and looked up, his eyes squinting slightly.&nbsp; <strong>"Hmm.&nbsp; What was that, I wonder?"</strong> he murmured, and his right hand instinctively went to the handle of his gunblade, forefinger resting on the trigger guard.&nbsp; Looking back around them, he nodded.&nbsp; <strong>"Felicia is right, though.&nbsp; We should get somewhere defensible."</strong><br><br><em>Though I don't think it'll do any good, if the rest of the creatures in this city are as strong as that one was.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 21:46:59</strong>
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				<em>Fuck sake what a goddamn mess...</em><br>Staicey liked to work alone or in a small group. Large groups were only good if they were consistent and well balanced. Everything this group wasn't. <br><br>After the unfortunate ending of Jacob, Felicia was left in charge. Nikolai didn't seem to mind as he was too busy wasting ammo and looks on Felicia. <br>Then there was Pixie. Pixie, according to Staicey was, too much in love with her gun as well. She looked cute but too fragile to be a decent warrior. <br>The Russian Natasha was a joy to behold but a pain to work with. Always seeking solitude. One day it would get her killed. When it came to flirting and 'working' the guys, she might be a problem.<br><br>Liam and Yair were the only ones in the team she would want to be stuck with. Not because they were cute but because they actually seemed to know what to do. Still, both of them were in love with guns. <br><br>Staicey hated guns. Killing was an art as was the fighting. Any heavy weaponry would spoil the art as much as having a kid work your Matisse with a black marker. Hideous crap. <br><br>She looked at her watch and as she found it not working. As she held it to her ear she could still hear the fizzling of electricity.<br>"They're not broken. Probably some force field from the city walls." <br><br>Then she turned to the shade were Natasha should be.<br>"Let's hope they pick tit size. At least I will be last of the girls to go, giving me enough time to charm my way with the boys."<br><br>Staicey checked her sword and hand gun. Although she hated guns, they were awefully effective from time to time.<br>"Let's move then, sitting here won't give us cover. And for piss sake, somebody make a fire to get some coffee going. Or food. Or just both."<br>With that she stood up and grabbed her infrared goggles to scour the area. <br>She saw the form coming overhead over the rooftops and smiled.<br>"Got ya," she whispered.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 00:10:25</strong>
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				Lucien had remained fairly calm during whole endeavor, it was not his first time get trapped somewhere. When letters were drawn he had read the note, especially trying determine what sort claw had made it or how.<br><br>His neck hairs went up, he sensed a demonic presence near by, soon followed with flap of wings. He said to others; "We were watched by something, it is going away now so far as I can hear." He presses on his ear, grimaces and replies; "My com is dead too, only working short range. Whatever is the cause it is city itself making 'modern' electric devices go haywire."<br><br>He checks his khatar, his signature weapon which team has seen in past and even now in recent fight provide very deadly weapon against monsters. He checks his gun has eight bullets, all made from blessed silver and also gun itself backs powerful kicking power. But he rarely uses it tough. He activates his eye lens matrix, which helps him see better in dark and also target ranged attacks. A red crosseye formed over his remaining healthy eye and said; "Let's move find secure location. I am sure one these houses will do just fine. Just need place traps in case if we get uninvited quests."
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 01:03:51</strong>
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				<strong>YAIR</strong><br><br>Yair had taken the rear left flank to cover, watching out for dumb moves by his squad as much as for enemies. He'd never have signed up for this if he knew what a bunch of amateurs would join him.&nbsp; Most of them seemed to have bought a handgun or two to fight the evil that dwelt here, and didn't seem to realise or care that tentacled monsters had been spotted here with tentacles longer than the effective range of their pistols. The women were beautiful, but he questioned their practical use. Then again, he preferred the eye candy to the 'men' of the outfit. One hopeless idealist in medieval armour,&nbsp; one lapdog to their midget commander and one winged monster he'd have shot on sight himself. The twelve year olds he'd fought and killed in Sierra Leone would get have got the job done better.<br><br>Such grim thoughts at least prepared him for the worst. The worst soon came. Yair winced at the efforts of Jacob to take on the monster, and shook his head displeasedly as he saw the platoon leader pay the price. He retreated with the rest of the gang, noticing how the monster disappeared eerily. <em>Only one would leave alive eh? If I have to on my own...</em> he thought.<br><br>Peering through his thermal scope, Yair could see several things flying and creeping in the darkness that he didn't like the look of at all. At least whatever was flying overhead was already moving away, and no longer worth giving away their position for if they hadn't been spotted already. Staicey seemed to have seen the thing as well, and he gripped her wrist before she got any brilliant ideas. At least it had distracted her from moaning about her creature comforts. Meanwhile, the winged demon was stating the obvious, and Yair ignored the lively conversation to the tune of "Oh no! We're all going to die!" in favour of actually doing something. He turned to Staicey and Batguy and snapped<br><br>"Whatever just flew over, leave it alone. We and it will meet again. Can everyone stop talking and just find shelter? Move!" he suggested testily to her and the rest of the squad. With a slap on Staicey's behind he scanned the windows of the nearest ruined apartment block through his scope.<br><br>"This way, rookies," he&nbsp; growled impatiently, beckoning as he approached the ruined wall of the structure, crouching as he sneaked through the rubble. He switched quickly from rifle to machine pistol and approached the half demolished wall. The unintended door formed by the hole in the wall led to a seemingly empty basement. "In here," he hissed, beckoning&nbsp; to the rest of the team. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursed City [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 01:19:51</strong>
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				Lucien sighs.<br><br><em>A bossy war hero wanna be, that's great.</em><br><br>Lucien follows his lead, but when he acts all sneaky and tries speak quiet he calmly speaks; "Yo, not sure how well your scanners show up. But it is useless to hide really. There is shit loads of demonic energy flying around. <br><br>Meaning we are watched constantly where we go by demons which report to bigger demons and bigger demons to meaner demons and so on. So I ain't going to hide into dirty hole in ground where I can get trapped and prefer spot where I can run out from if needed."
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				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 07:50:44</strong>
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				He shook his head.&nbsp; "Lucien is right," he said quietly, looking up at the sky.&nbsp; "However, we SHOULD hide.&nbsp; But somewhere with two entrances," he said, a soft ring sounding as he pulled the gunblade from the harness on his back.<br><br>He flinched, and whirled, his finger coming off the trigger guard and resting on the trigger.&nbsp; His eyes darted around, and he shook his head.&nbsp; "Something's actually WATCHING us right now," he murmured, and gestured.&nbsp; "Get in there, now.&nbsp; ALL of you," he said, backing up slowly, toward the door.<br><br>His free hand reached up to his neck, clenching at the pendant he wore, the light dying as he did so.&nbsp; "Get in there NOW.&nbsp; Move it."
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 08:11:02</strong>
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				Lucien moves inside as Liam directed, instead holding a gun he hold his melee weapon ready and his stance ready to fight with moment's notice......
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 10:25:43</strong>
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				Yeah if the demon FLY we should be fine underground. If everybody was as smart and direct as Yair they should be fine, but with the leader being evaporated and grinded into demon food, it seemed that all the men wanted to take the lead. <br><br>Staicey wasn’t experienced in war and wasn’t a real soldier either but she knew, or felt, that this group was too big to survive in it’s current form. She was perfectly okay with following orders but she had to know who to follow. As everybody seemed to point in the same direction but nobody actually doing it, Staicey moved into the basement first. Crawling on her knees and hands she could fit through the hole perfectly but she reckoned some of the men with the heavier equipment, or girls too, would have problems squeezing themselves through the opening.<br><br>The basement was large, dark and dusty but empty.<br>“It looks okay for me,” she said as she turned around and gave the others outside a thumbs up. Being one of the taller members of the group, she could not stand up straight and instead kept walking, kneeled down. They had to find a leader to the team in order to stand a chance to survive and she knew who she wanted it to be. Not only because the pat on her behind, but also because Yair seemed to be only one who actually knew what he was doing.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 11:22:17</strong>
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				<strong>Felicia</strong><br><br>Felicia frowned as she watched Jacob's death affecting the group immediately, tearing them to every direction. She herself wanted to just go into a corner and cry and not deal with people that had lost it. She had however been trained for this, and she was able to hold her feelings back for now.<br><br><strong>"This isn't a debate!"</strong> She said. <strong>"Despite Jacob being dead, I am your goddamn leader and if this group is to stay together, we aren't going to dart in every direction following some random guy's command!"</strong> She spoke with her rather high pitched and soft voice, that didn't really sound anything like authoritative.<br><br>She didn't even think of taking part into various other discussions, which according to what Lucien had said had no meaning whatsoever. <strong>"We are heading to Liam's direction."</strong> She said, <strong>"you are free to follow my command, or Yair's command."</strong> She continued. <strong>"But by following anyone else than me, you are signing off the microbotics contract and you can kiss goodbye to your paycheck and discard any help coming from our direction, you will not be my, nor microbotics' worry after abandoning this mission."</strong><br><br>She went in the building that Liam was gesturing to, it was a rather large one, the interior decoration had been like in one of those horror films, but it had largely been ruined. There seemed to be some sort of bell on a desk near the door. It seemed like some kind of a ticket booth or... Reception? She looked further and saw safe boxes on the back wall, it had to be a hotel. <em>'At least we'll get to spend our first night here in a hotel.' </em> She thought to herself.<br><br>She didn't look after herself to see who were following and looked for a toilet room, opening a few doors before finding one, which was almost completely ruined, but better than nothing. She leaned against one of the sinks and threw up. Not able to contain the anxiety her friend's death had caused.<br><br>After few moments she backed away and collapsed to the ground, sitting against the wall in a corner and leaning against her knees, starting to cry silently. She didn't notice the noise from the nearby toilet booth as a tentacle approached from its partially open door...<br><br><div align="center">---</div><br><strong>Nikolai</strong><br><br>Nikolai wasn't really wanting to follow anyone's lead at this point. He just wanted to get out of the city. But as it seemed apparent they would go into hiding for now, he didn't really have much options.<br><br>The choice was rather easy for him, he followed the money for now, thought he was pretty sure that he'd rather try killing all of them at some point than trying to help them. He wanted to be the one that would survive.<br><br>As he stepped inside the old hotel after Lucien and Felicia, he headed for the upstairs. <strong>"I'll check the upstairs."</strong> He said while unholstering his shotgun.<br><br><div align="center">----</div><br><strong>NPCs</strong><br><br>The creature had noticed young woman entering the toilet room, it slowly creeped toward her, with intention to destroy the girl, in every imaginable way. The girl seemed fragile and an easy prey in her current state, so the monster didn't seem to be too cautious, anyone darting into the room would notice it right away.<br><br><div align="center">---</div><br>Xaryos was awakening. It had been decades since someone had last stumbled to his basement, now there seemed to be at least two coming his way. Xaryos wasn't easy spot in the dark room, it was simply because his skin worked like that of a chameleon, otherwise he didn't look that much different from humans, only differences were that he was scaled, his mouth continued from one&nbsp; ear to another and could open wide enough to fit in a head of a man. His hands were clawed as well as his feet, nails sharp enough to work as kitchen knives. <br><br>He begun to climb along the ceilings toward the intruders, moving unnaturally. If Yair wasn't prepared, he would be in for a very unpleasant surprise.<br><br><div align="center">---</div><br>The Dark Count smiled as he saw his favourite underling return. The succubus, Demoniah was by far his favourite. He loved the fact she actually had her own brains, unlike hundreds of the others. It might have something to do with the fact he had created all the others, and Demoniah wasn't his own creation. Demoniah had chosen to serve him and for that, he was very pleased. <br><br><strong>"I heard humans entered the city again... Are there many, Demoniah?"</strong> He asked silently. The more the merrier. He wasn't afraid of humans, he had been playing his games for two thousand years and by far none of them had outmatched him. he enjoyed making them suffer, scaring them, hunting them. He could have simply sent an all out attack against them to dispose of them, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun.<br><br><strong>"I&nbsp; hope you found someone of your liking, did you?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 13:30:09</strong>
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				<strong>YAIR</strong><br><br>The dour Israeli watched the entrance as the first few people entered the building, then crawled in himself, unwilling to hang around in the open much longer. The hole in the wall was small, and he tossed his rifle and backpack through it first before quickly slipping after them. He hit the floor in the basement and grabbed his kit, strapping a night vision monocle to his eye, set to thermal imaging to pick out camouflaged baddies better. <br><br>"Shit, the others are rushing ahead," he swore under his brearh, turning to Staicey. "Move!" <br>In the darkness, a crumbling concrete staircase led up to the reception of this former hotel. He gestured to Staicey to follow him up, and switched quickly to his rifle as he saw the size of the room. In case anything got too close, he attached the bayonet. Despite the heavy mechanical clunking of Nikolai going upstairs with his artificial limbs, he could hear an ominous rustling and sobbing coming from the toilets. He would have headed over,&nbsp; but caught sight of something much more startling with his monocle. The unmistakable yellow thermal outline of a person... against the cool blue background of the ceiling.<br><br>"CONTACT! GET DOWN!" he shouted. He emptied twenty rounds into the creature hanging over him, and ran up to it, firing single rounds from his rifle and emptying his machine pistol into it with his other hand for good measure. While this seemed to discomfort the crawler on the ceiling somewhat, it didn't seem dead enough. Yair thrust the bayonet up through the creature, and relished the feeling of ripping enemy flesh open, as the bayonet rammed into the fragile plaster and caused chunks of it to come down along with the falling, writhing body of his victim. <br><br>It was some kind of greyish, well camouflaged humanoid, although colour wasn't really a feature of the darkness inside. At least the doors and windows were boarded up, so they'd be be able to use dim lights without being spotted immediately. The thing he'd taken down hissed and lashed out spastically on the floor, and he put it out of its misery with the heel of his boot on its temple. It had been more than ten years since he'd last felt a skull smash like an eggcup under his foot. "Demon neutralised," he growled, wiping his boots on the carpet and smearing the blood off his face with his sleeve. It stank and probably wasn't red. <em>Mmmm, first blood...</em><br><br>"Stick together soldiers! Where's that midget Felicia?!" Yair called out. He heard the rustling again. "Staicey, over here!" He reloaded his Uzi and gestured for her to draw her sword before kicking the door down. What he saw inside confirmed that if anyone was to make it out of here alive, Felicia's leadership wasn't going to help.<br><br>"Felicia! RUN! TENTACLES!" he shouted, taking out a hand grenade. If she didn't get out quickly, he'd toss it whether she was in there or not, then another and as many as it took to kill whatever was in that cursed lavatory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursed City [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 17:10:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46319.msg2209710#msg2209710">Quote from: Kirei on 07-09-2009, 11:22:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"I heard humans entered the city again... Are there many, Demoniah?"</strong> He asked silently. The more the merrier. He wasn't afraid of humans, he had been playing his games for two thousand years and by far none of them had outmatched him. he enjoyed making them suffer, scaring them, hunting them. He could have simply sent an all out attack against them to dispose of them, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun.<br><br><strong>"I&nbsp; hope you found someone of your liking, did you?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I counted eight, my lord, but there might have been more. And I saw several I could have some fun with..." Demoniah grinned. "They seem very arrogant, and sure of themselves. None of them seem to take your power seriously. This bunch might not last very long, their own pride will be their downfall."<br><br>She had served the Dark Count for an eternity now, and never had one of the cities visitors ever posed a real threat or challenge to him. Some of them had been infinitely more powerful and wise than the humans that had entered the gate this time around. It would be fun to dispose of them, certainly, but it wouldn't be much of a challenge. She knew that her master craved for an opponent who would make things a bit interesting, at least. So far, such an adversary had eluded him.
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 18:05:37</strong>
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				Natasha moved quickly sticking as best she could to the shadows. Her jumpsuit absorded heat as well as making it much harder to see her. It was clear that no one in this group save for the half devil, had the slightest idea what they faced. The dark count by all reckonings she had read had been around for 2000 years. Its power was as far as she knew unlisted and no tested. <br><br>her family had lost several members ventureing into the city. One had escaped , maddened by the encounters, drooling and never the same. From him she knew a little and had made sure her guns had been blessed, she had bullets of silver, of mercury, and even a select few filled with beads of thermite, armor peircing as well.<br><br>Even with her gear she could feel the sense of dread and fear in the back of her mind. She could almost sense the eyes around her that seemed to undress her , see her nakedness and lust for it.<br><br>She followed Felicia into the small lavatory, grabbing her arm at the shout and dragging her backwards, partly blocking the door way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursed City [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 18:08:57</strong>
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				<strong>Pixie</strong><br><br><em>Oh, well, I suppose a pick-up team like this was never going to have any stability when things go to hel</em>l, Pixie thought to herself as she strode alongside Felicia, not getting far from her employer. <em>It would be nice, though, if we'd had a defined chain of command - everyone's just trying to outshout everyone else, and whether the locals can see us or not, there's no question that they can hear everything we're yelling.</em><br><br>She stayed as close as she could, keeping her gun trained ahead of them as she escorted Felicia into the ruined hotel. The group's leader seemed worse off with every moment, heading off on her own... Pixie wasn't about to let that happen, hanging close with her until she saw her employer start to cry.<br><br><em>Arse.</em><br><br>"Um, Boss? Not the best time, come on, Boss," Pixie tried to be reassuring as she stepped up to put an arm around her employer's shoulder. She wasn't good at this - civilian reactions to trauma were a bit of a mystery to her, but they needed a leader to get out of here, and Felicia was the only one with any kind of authority. "Come on, if the other's see you like this, some bastard will try and walk all over you."<br><br>A fusillade of shots sounded outside, and shouting, and Pixie grinned at the noise, trying to joke about it. "Probably Yair, I guess, he seems a take-charge kind of idiot."<br><br>At that the door slammed open behind them, and Yair screamed at them. Pixie's head whipped round, and she saw the tentacle too. <em>Arse again! That's what comes of trying to hand-hold a civilian! </em><br><br>Her gun came up and she squeezed a burst into the tentacle, then another into the stall it was emerging from, keeping the rifle on target with difficulty as she tried to shepherd Felicia back out of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursed City [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 22:12:41</strong>
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				While others were firing weapons on tentacles, Lucien remained calm. He studied his surroundings carefully, often demons do not tag team but by instinct attack same time as swarm.<br><br>He was inspecting a bloody messed corpse what Yair had done when he noticed red misty glimmer move to hallway where Yair moved. Lucien took battle stance and quietly moved after the mist trail.<br><br>When he makes turn he sees Yair blazing and firing and throwing grenades to toilet room, while crimson blood soaked animated skeleton with large bone spikes came out from mist behind him! Attempting double impale him! With black flash Lucien was besides skeleton, making powerful spin kick send the skeleton flying he said to Yair; "Watch your back!" Lucien leaps on his foe which flew and landed to short distance from hallway. He makes powerful thrust with his khatar and hits on chest of the skeleton!<br><br>Normally such attack would be no use against fleshless skeleton but the tip of khatar pierced chest bone and started rapidly freeze the skeleton up! Covering it thin layer of ice and with powerful twist of his wrist the skeleton shatters to fine blood ice dust. Lucien then remaining healthy eye quickly scanned is there further demons or dark creatures approaching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursed City [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 12:45:54</strong>
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				"Oh, for the name of all that is SACRED!" he swore, shaking his head as he backed toward the door, his eyes still on the sky above them.&nbsp; This was going south FAST.&nbsp; First that damned monster that had taken one of the leaders, and now apparently there was some tentacle thing in the building they had just entered for safety.<br><br>Turning, he glanced over his shoulder into the building, and then growled.&nbsp; "Yair, cover the door," he said, moving back quickly, before turning once he was sure the soldier was covering the front door, and slipped over to the door of the bathroom.&nbsp; "Get her the HELL out of here," he snapped, and stepped into the bathroom, his finger tightening on the trigger.<br><br>Things were NOT going well.&nbsp; But he'd be DAMNED if he was going to die in this gods forsaken hell hole.&nbsp; If it so happened that he did, he would take as many of these beasts and monsters with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cursed City [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 19:17:11</strong>
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				Yair had to admit to himself the next few events took him a little by surprise. One moment he was waiting testily outside the toilets for their helpless sniveling wreck of an employer to be dragged sobbing out of the toilets, the nexthe had to uck as a skeleton appeared behind him out of nowhere. Satisfied Manbat had bludgeoned it to pulp, he got up irritatedly and lobbed a few more grenades into the restroom of death, looking around him intently through his thermal rifle scope. "Fire in the hole," he said calmly, as if discussing the weather. <br><br>His eyes had adapted a little to the dark, and he lit a cigarette behind his back so the flash wouldn't blind him again. Taking deep drags, he scowled at the scene he found himself in the middle of. This was going to be a <em>long</em> night. He shrugged at the team's slight misfortune and took a swig of arak from his emergency refreshment canteen.
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