Post by Demoan Syndel on May 23, 2009 13:50:21 GMT -5
Demoan|Syndel: broke through the door by kicking it in. P8s drawn and leveled as she went through the doorway. Already they began to scramble and grab for thier weapons. She still had the drop on them and before they could fire the first round she was already changing clips as papers flew through the air in confetti and wood splintered. Blood splattering the walls along with glass and liquid from the beakers and test tubes that lined counters in rows. Bodies diving for cover were in white clokes, obviously lab techs of some sort.
Demoan|Syndel: ducked behind a pillar long enough to switch clips as her cold blue eyes scan the building. She was looking for the ring leaders. As writtings had told to kill the snake you needed to chop off the head. Of all the places she had found them never has she found the ring leaders. At times she had thought she never would but at least these bastards were good target practice. The pillar turned into a shower of sparks as shots rang out form a AK47 and a few other sub machine pistols. One bullet grazing her left shoulder causing her to jerk back with a grouling yelp.
Demoan|Syndel: seemed to take minutes to allow herself to absorb the pain and bite back the desire to yell out. But it was mere microseconds before she burst free from her hidding place leveling the guns once more. In her eyes it was like slow motion as each spent cartrige was spat into the air by the slides of her pistols. Flame shooting from the barrel heads as she seemed to be walking but in reality she was moving quite fast. Each shot finding it mark as the bastards would fall one by one. The searing pain of bullets entering her body only shown by wincing clinching in her lips. The slugs ripping through her flesh wouldnt stop the demon bitch who had come to be judge and executioner. The B.O.W were sick scientists who took it upon themselves to manifest a new evolution. Taking D.N.A from anthro and crossing it with the strains of Demon and Vampire. Twisting it all into brutal compounds in order to create the ultimate soldier for thier cause. They had vowed to rule the world . Untill now she had assumed them rogues who would disturbe the balance of good and evil. The attacks on friends and innocents in her eyes was unacceptable colateral damage.
Demoan|Syndel: had been warned this was not her fight. She was told to back down and for the Culler it was something she didnt know how to do. In her eyes the dark lords had crossed the lines by sanctioning such a vile deed upon innocents. To the Culler is was just like the humans of old. The ones who started wars and murdered millions simpley because they didnt like thier religion or looks. So she crossed the line by her own free will and perhaps she would become the hunted. It didnt matter anymore to her. She had become what she had and there was no turning back. If the Dark Council wanted to send some one to take her down. She would thank them by making sure to send them back in a velvet body bag. Her eyes would flash back to where she was as the confetti of papers falls from the air like colorfull snow. The room filled with smoke from the gun fire and the smell of blood spilled. Bodies lay strewn over the floor as she made way through the place checking every where to assure she missed no one. Standing in the center of the room her eyes would scan high and low as she grouls. The sounds of tissue popping and blood surging would be heard as bullets begin falling to the floor with a tinking clang one by one. The bullets repelled from her form as she heals the wounds . She would return home to N.P once more tonight satisfied yet another den was shut down. As she stepped out and got on her bike she would start it and begin the ride home. The shadows calling out to her. " You will pay the price for disobaeing. " Her cold eyes remain on the road as she made way home. She was done taking orders .
Demoan Syndel came into the bar by the stairs from the alley. Her clothing riddled with bullet holes and blood as she marched through the bar. She hopped over the counter top and stopped long enough to grab her favorite scotch and down a large mouth full. Wiping her face on her sleeve as she put the bottle back. She removed the P8s and lay them on the counter as she dug under it and found a box of shells. Now filling the clips as she empties the extra clips form her pockets and begins filling them as well. She looked like some one who should have been dead but yet she didnt seem to have a single wound. Click after click as each round was stuffed into the clips. The clacking of slides slamming shut once the guns were reloaded . She holstered them then put the extra clips along her belt as she cracked her neck. She hadnt said a word to anyone.
Angel Firestar was walking in and noticed the clicking. She would slide right against the bar sensing the blood and looking at the bullets she would only give Dem a small glance. "Going to war?" She asked and then would lean on the bar for a few seconds, able to smell the gunpowder and knew what could happen if she even breathed wrong now.
Darius Tanaka sat there in his seat red bull resting on the counter. Dar was dressed in his regualar clothes except he had not jacket on. Muscles rippled slightly as he would reach up and rub his neck as he stretched. If one looked there would two fang marks on his neck almost healed by now. Ears twitched as he heard the sound of footsteps and would look up and blink some as he saw Dem enter the bar. Raises an eyebrow some then both as he would take in her apperence of bullet riddled clothes yet no wounds "Umm hello Dem" watched as she hopped the bar, grabbed a bottle of scotch and downs a mouthfull and put the bottle back. Takes a sip of his redbull as he watched her put her weapons down and started to relaod all the clips she had and then the sound of the slides moving shutting as the weapons were reloaded. "How you doing Dem, good hunting?" tilted his head and wonderd who she went hunting
Demoan Syndel didnt look at anyone as she moved about the place. Digging in drawers and finding her many daggers. She began loading them into her boots and cliping them to her belt. One up each sleeve and down the front of her top. She reached under the counter and pulled out the jack hammer. Making sure it too was loaded fully and strapping it over her left shoulder. " going to? No Im taking war to some one else." She moved the plant behind the bar and drew out a long sword. It was strapped over the oposite shoulder. " Doing? Im doing swell.. " She scoffs as she grabbed the scotch and took another large swallow. Did she dare tell anyone she had sentenced herself to death for what she had done? No she wouldnt. " Hunting is going wonderfull."
Angel Firestar looks to Dem for a few seconds more. "Well have fun atleast." She'd say with a smile and leans back. "Try not to get killed this place may get depressing wothout their boss.
Darius Tanaka nods slowly though never took his eyes off what she was doing. He had registered that Angel had entered the bar but the sight of Dem, and the wepons she was drawing out and strapping onto her body kept his attention for the moment. Sat back idily moving the can of redbull staying silent for a moment or two then stretches "Seems to me........your going into something big Dem, i dont know what it is.......but i would like to ask if there is anything i could help with" leaned forward some. He was friends with everyone here, and would help them with any sort of problem without second thought he new that...and he knew that whatever was up was defintly something major from all the hardware she packed and nods in agreenece with what Angel said
Demoan Syndel took another long drink of the scotch then set it back . She stood motionless for a short time. Perhaps hearing what they said. Or maybe to mull over things in her mind. " Would do best to stay here and mind over the innocent ones... They cant protect themselves." She moved over the bar once more saying nothing else as she headed for the stairs. She stopped suddenly and spoke with her back to them. " If I dont return by nightfall.. Tell Pixie its time to open the box. She will know what it means." With that said she took off up the stairs and headed to the alley where she mounted her bike and road off down the street.
Angel Firestar looks over her shoulder for a few seconds and huffed some flames towards Demoan. "I'll stay and help if I have to." Shee said and closed her eyes thinking about it. There are so few who where fire proof and if they're using guns oh that would be a devistating use.
Darius Tanaka nods sitting back as he watched Dem walk away. He would stay and help look after the innocents. He took a sip and raised a brow some to what Dem had said to tell Pixie "Okay Dem" he hoped Dem would be back by midnight. He knew she could take care of herself but he was still a little worried, He hadnt seen Dem like this before and he would contemplate a moment as to what was up and what was happening per say. Well one thing was ffor sure, he would probably find out later and would once agian offer his help at that time as well.
Demoan|Syndel: ducked behind a pillar long enough to switch clips as her cold blue eyes scan the building. She was looking for the ring leaders. As writtings had told to kill the snake you needed to chop off the head. Of all the places she had found them never has she found the ring leaders. At times she had thought she never would but at least these bastards were good target practice. The pillar turned into a shower of sparks as shots rang out form a AK47 and a few other sub machine pistols. One bullet grazing her left shoulder causing her to jerk back with a grouling yelp.
Demoan|Syndel: seemed to take minutes to allow herself to absorb the pain and bite back the desire to yell out. But it was mere microseconds before she burst free from her hidding place leveling the guns once more. In her eyes it was like slow motion as each spent cartrige was spat into the air by the slides of her pistols. Flame shooting from the barrel heads as she seemed to be walking but in reality she was moving quite fast. Each shot finding it mark as the bastards would fall one by one. The searing pain of bullets entering her body only shown by wincing clinching in her lips. The slugs ripping through her flesh wouldnt stop the demon bitch who had come to be judge and executioner. The B.O.W were sick scientists who took it upon themselves to manifest a new evolution. Taking D.N.A from anthro and crossing it with the strains of Demon and Vampire. Twisting it all into brutal compounds in order to create the ultimate soldier for thier cause. They had vowed to rule the world . Untill now she had assumed them rogues who would disturbe the balance of good and evil. The attacks on friends and innocents in her eyes was unacceptable colateral damage.
Demoan|Syndel: had been warned this was not her fight. She was told to back down and for the Culler it was something she didnt know how to do. In her eyes the dark lords had crossed the lines by sanctioning such a vile deed upon innocents. To the Culler is was just like the humans of old. The ones who started wars and murdered millions simpley because they didnt like thier religion or looks. So she crossed the line by her own free will and perhaps she would become the hunted. It didnt matter anymore to her. She had become what she had and there was no turning back. If the Dark Council wanted to send some one to take her down. She would thank them by making sure to send them back in a velvet body bag. Her eyes would flash back to where she was as the confetti of papers falls from the air like colorfull snow. The room filled with smoke from the gun fire and the smell of blood spilled. Bodies lay strewn over the floor as she made way through the place checking every where to assure she missed no one. Standing in the center of the room her eyes would scan high and low as she grouls. The sounds of tissue popping and blood surging would be heard as bullets begin falling to the floor with a tinking clang one by one. The bullets repelled from her form as she heals the wounds . She would return home to N.P once more tonight satisfied yet another den was shut down. As she stepped out and got on her bike she would start it and begin the ride home. The shadows calling out to her. " You will pay the price for disobaeing. " Her cold eyes remain on the road as she made way home. She was done taking orders .
Demoan Syndel came into the bar by the stairs from the alley. Her clothing riddled with bullet holes and blood as she marched through the bar. She hopped over the counter top and stopped long enough to grab her favorite scotch and down a large mouth full. Wiping her face on her sleeve as she put the bottle back. She removed the P8s and lay them on the counter as she dug under it and found a box of shells. Now filling the clips as she empties the extra clips form her pockets and begins filling them as well. She looked like some one who should have been dead but yet she didnt seem to have a single wound. Click after click as each round was stuffed into the clips. The clacking of slides slamming shut once the guns were reloaded . She holstered them then put the extra clips along her belt as she cracked her neck. She hadnt said a word to anyone.
Angel Firestar was walking in and noticed the clicking. She would slide right against the bar sensing the blood and looking at the bullets she would only give Dem a small glance. "Going to war?" She asked and then would lean on the bar for a few seconds, able to smell the gunpowder and knew what could happen if she even breathed wrong now.
Darius Tanaka sat there in his seat red bull resting on the counter. Dar was dressed in his regualar clothes except he had not jacket on. Muscles rippled slightly as he would reach up and rub his neck as he stretched. If one looked there would two fang marks on his neck almost healed by now. Ears twitched as he heard the sound of footsteps and would look up and blink some as he saw Dem enter the bar. Raises an eyebrow some then both as he would take in her apperence of bullet riddled clothes yet no wounds "Umm hello Dem" watched as she hopped the bar, grabbed a bottle of scotch and downs a mouthfull and put the bottle back. Takes a sip of his redbull as he watched her put her weapons down and started to relaod all the clips she had and then the sound of the slides moving shutting as the weapons were reloaded. "How you doing Dem, good hunting?" tilted his head and wonderd who she went hunting
Demoan Syndel didnt look at anyone as she moved about the place. Digging in drawers and finding her many daggers. She began loading them into her boots and cliping them to her belt. One up each sleeve and down the front of her top. She reached under the counter and pulled out the jack hammer. Making sure it too was loaded fully and strapping it over her left shoulder. " going to? No Im taking war to some one else." She moved the plant behind the bar and drew out a long sword. It was strapped over the oposite shoulder. " Doing? Im doing swell.. " She scoffs as she grabbed the scotch and took another large swallow. Did she dare tell anyone she had sentenced herself to death for what she had done? No she wouldnt. " Hunting is going wonderfull."
Angel Firestar looks to Dem for a few seconds more. "Well have fun atleast." She'd say with a smile and leans back. "Try not to get killed this place may get depressing wothout their boss.
Darius Tanaka nods slowly though never took his eyes off what she was doing. He had registered that Angel had entered the bar but the sight of Dem, and the wepons she was drawing out and strapping onto her body kept his attention for the moment. Sat back idily moving the can of redbull staying silent for a moment or two then stretches "Seems to me........your going into something big Dem, i dont know what it is.......but i would like to ask if there is anything i could help with" leaned forward some. He was friends with everyone here, and would help them with any sort of problem without second thought he new that...and he knew that whatever was up was defintly something major from all the hardware she packed and nods in agreenece with what Angel said
Demoan Syndel took another long drink of the scotch then set it back . She stood motionless for a short time. Perhaps hearing what they said. Or maybe to mull over things in her mind. " Would do best to stay here and mind over the innocent ones... They cant protect themselves." She moved over the bar once more saying nothing else as she headed for the stairs. She stopped suddenly and spoke with her back to them. " If I dont return by nightfall.. Tell Pixie its time to open the box. She will know what it means." With that said she took off up the stairs and headed to the alley where she mounted her bike and road off down the street.
Angel Firestar looks over her shoulder for a few seconds and huffed some flames towards Demoan. "I'll stay and help if I have to." Shee said and closed her eyes thinking about it. There are so few who where fire proof and if they're using guns oh that would be a devistating use.
Darius Tanaka nods sitting back as he watched Dem walk away. He would stay and help look after the innocents. He took a sip and raised a brow some to what Dem had said to tell Pixie "Okay Dem" he hoped Dem would be back by midnight. He knew she could take care of herself but he was still a little worried, He hadnt seen Dem like this before and he would contemplate a moment as to what was up and what was happening per say. Well one thing was ffor sure, he would probably find out later and would once agian offer his help at that time as well.