Post by Darius Tanaka on Jun 13, 2009 2:26:32 GMT -5
Onnen grumbled slightly as his eyes glanced around the darkness of the junkyard, the silver and black shades of his world illuminating everything in his site as he looked at a rather beaten up 78 Chevy, Smacking the hood with his fist and than forecfully opening it as he took a look at the engines. 'Motherfuck...Nother fucking gutted one" slamming the hood shut as he seemed to be getting rather annoyed with his luck. He was wearing his normal black cloak with black tank, black pants, and combat boots, afterall it was nice for sneaking around in the dark, meant nobody could see you as easily. Hopping ontop of the cars he began to climb up a large pile of them until he reached the top, looking down at the variety he had to choose from, eyes glancing towards the lights illuminating the nearby facility as he shrugged it off as something not important. He had a rather Dangerous looking broadsword strapped to his back, as well as the Scar he had bought off the male a few weeks ago. standard 9mm at his hip with a laser scope added to it. He didn't need the weapons, and he hated guns, but one could never be too safe, even around areas that seemed to be abandoned.
Asher Armatige sat inside the complex feet upon the table. Asher had his weapons layed out before him and the MP5 in his lap. He was cleaning the weapon, and loading extra clips. Cowboy hat was pulled low over his face as he soon finished with the MP5 and switched to his Uzi and USP. He finishes with these weapons and goes about placing them back into there holsters. Cell phone rings and he answers it "Shoot" He would listen for a few "Okay, this is what i want you to do.. Use our contacts, get a crate of Stinger Missles, some C4 as well. And make sure its top grade" Hung the cellphone up and shook his head muttering things. His drawl wasnt as pronounced tonight as it had been the other night. Asher stretches and writes some things down in a small leather notebook he pulled out from his pocet. He then stands and heads back to the crate of P90s and grabs one checking it over and making sure it was loaded
Phearadawn was in her room... or had been until the intercom in her room buzzed. She gave a childish snort as she slipped to her feet and moved to it, dainty hand hitting the button. "What do you want?" She said in her cocky, holier-than-thou way. Eyes brightened as the voice spoke of someone lurking too near by. Pheara almost bounced on her feet and if she didn't have to hold the button she would've been clapping her hands as she squeal. "Someone to play with!" she shrieked into the com. Immediately she grabbed the toy gun, unlocked and opened the door and skipped through the halls. Pheara considered dropping in to see if the others were around but figured it more fun for her without as she moved to the main doors and slipped out. In a matter of moments, she had made her way to the junk yard, ears twitching to find the offender. Slipping close, Pheara then slid to the ground on her knees, doll-gown spread out around her... A moment later, Pheara gave a loud scream and fell into sobs.
Onnen raised a brow slightly as he heard movement, sensitive hearing alerting him before he shrugged it off as a dog or something, having not fed in awhile so he didn't pick up the females scent, probably bad on his part as he continued to scan about the junk yard. 'Come on....v8 hemi...V8 hemi..." though he damned near fell off the junk pile as he heard the scream, grabbing his ears as he snarled slightly. "Now that definatly wasn't a dog..." Grabbing the Scar from his back he would pull the bolt back and let it slam shut for a moment as he clicked on the flashlight he had placed on the bottom barrel. Slowly sliding his way down the cars and junk, lifting it up so he could see through the scope, the flashlight illuminating it perfectly as well as his vision helping him greatly, not seeing the disturbance as he lowered the weapon and turned off the flashlight. Something was not right and he damn well knew it. Slowly making his way towards where the scream originated, Mind telling him. ~You know it's a trap...~ But his animalistic side was dying, and human emotions were taking over. ~But if it's someone hurt you must help them~
Asher Armatige finsihed checking out the P90s and would get a buzz. He answerd and raised an eyebrow tilting his head. "roger that" hand reaches up and runs along the cowboy hat he had on then he took out his MP5,slapped on the silencer and lazer attachment and locked the bolt back before slamming it shut chambering a round. Asher wasnt to keen on this but he might as well go check things out since they supposedly had an intruder. He walked through the tunnle and out the secret enterance and made his way silently into the junkyard. THe cowboy looked around and ears flicked some and he grimiced at the scream. He shook his head and made his way along the shadows through the junkyard heading towards it slowly machine gun at the low and ready incase he needed to fire it quickly
Phearadawn's wails continued, one hand holding the toy gun infront of her while the other was clamped over her right ankle. "No. No please!" she shrieked as she listened for approaching steps. Ears caught something but she couldn't be sure which way it came from given all the noise she was making. Tears streaked her porcelain face, trailing down her cheeks before falling to the ground. Blue eyes made a show of darting wildly around as though she were looking for someone. "Someone, help me!" Pheara squealed again.
Onnen growled slightly as he heard the females words, focusing on only them and not the other disturbance. ~You're making a mistake you fool~ His mind screamed at him, but he had become soft. Breaking into a run he began to jump over cars and junk, almost like a bat out of hell, his vampiric speed becoming evident before he climbed up a large stack of cars once more, quickly and almost like an animal before he jumped off the top of it and onto the hood of a car, damned near smashing it before he raised his Scar up and looked through the scope, flashlight on once more as it locked onto a female, quickly lowering it as she seemed to be of no threat, and not seeing the toy gun as he shouldered his weapon, hand moving to his belt and curling about the handle of his dagger, better safe than sorry, moving cautiously towards the female. "Shh, relax, I'm here to help"
[#] Dr Moreau taps the com on his shirt and spoke into it." Number 17 (Teela) has low level security clearence. Allow her safe passage in and out for now. That is all."
Asher Armatige moved through the junkyard silently, and slowly checking the corners and everywhere else. It was clear the male knew military tacktics. He kept to the shadows and soon came upon Phear and Onnen. He croched bringing the MP5 up looking through the sights hand on trigger but he didnt pull. He looked up from the sightes Onnen he thought. He frowned slightly and wondered what the male was doing here. He looked back into the scope but wouldnt fire as Phear was there and he wanted to see what would happen now. He kept his breathing undercontrol and his heartbeat slow and steady. Thumb rested upon the safty ready to change it in a split second
Phearadawn's sobs continued, shaking her entire body. Upon first look, she looked young, dressed in a doll gown and with her seemingly flawless skin. When Onnen actually approached her, Pheara squealed and leaped back, landing on her but and hands. The toy gun in her hand was obvious but it was clearly made of plastic. "Do... don't hurt me!" she shrieked, her body shaking visibly as though she were terrorfied. A soft whimper slipped past her lips as she looked to him... then to the junk yard around him. "He'll be back... he's going to kill me!" Just who was yet to be seen but it was a likely story.
Onnen raised a brow slightly as he moved closer to the girl, crouched over as he looked around. "Who? I'm not going to hurt you" Reaching a hand out to her. "Stop crying and calm down, I'm here to help you" he reassured again. Distracted by the girls sobbing as it ruined his concentration and conflict in his mind, telling him to leave her be and than watch out for whatever it was this person was. For moment turning his back on the female as he kneeled down and scoped his Scar again. looking up at the stacks, stopping everytime his flashlight shined against something. The other males presence unaware to him yet as he lowered the weapon once more and slowly began to make his way back towards the female. "Come with me, I'll take you to safety"
Asher Armatige watched silently weapon at the ready. Noted that his pressence was unoticed right this moment which was what he wanted. Watched as the male would use the weapon he had and scoped the place out using the flashlight. It was a wonder the light never passed over him since he was this close to both. THe male made a few mistakes already and it would probably cost him dearly. Ashers eyes flicked to Phear for a second as she continued on in her story which brought a grin to his lips slightly before he would returne all attention back to the male who would be in trouble very soon if Phear managed to get ahold of him. He kept his mind from thinking on the things the fem would do and kept it in the hear and now of the situation
Phearadawn let her sobs slow as though she were calming though she was still visibly shaken. "He... he ran that way!" Pheara shrieked, pointing in some random direction. She, of course, didn't know where Ash was either so if it happened to be in his direction, all the worse for him. Phe scooted closer to Onnen until he moved away and while his back was to her, a shiver ran up the neko's spine. She let a soft whimper slip to her throat, a frightened pout sitting on those red velvet lips. "I know where to go... but will you take me?" Pheara looked wildly around as though she still searched for this mystery man. "I'm... I'm afraid he'll come back." She struggled as she tried to rise, only to whimper as though her right ankle hurt. "Oww!" she squealed before letting tears well again.
Onnen glanced towards the direction she pointed at as he pointed the Scar towards Asher, locking directly on him. Though he didn't see anything, though now he was alert and focus pointed in his direction, not moving the flashlight from his direction at all as he moved closer to the female, holding the weapon with one hand and outstretching his arm to the female. "Tell me where to go, I'll carry you" Of course this now left him completely open to anything the female had planned for him if she did as he was completely focused on Ashers position, night vision of his eyes not seeing Asher at all, turning off the flashlight to see if he could see better, though still without it he saw nothing, ready to turn it back on just incase something did spring out.
Asher Armatige blinked some and tensed as Phear pointed in his direction and he had the MP5 aimed at Onnes chest as soon as the male looked at him. Tensed even more then slowly would relax his muscles one by one as the male didnt seem to notice him even looking straight at him. Watched as Onnen turned off the flash light and Asher was relived that he still wasnt spotted. Another mistake that might cost Onnen alot of pain. Asher smiled a little more when he kept his back to Phear and reached out to pic the fem up. Onnen was leaving himself wide open for all sorts of unpleasnetrys. Asher would wait for the most opritune moment should Phear fail to get her playtoy
Phearadawn hadn't known Ash was there either, it was entirely coincidential though she probably would've found it a fun coincidence. When Onnen reached for her, Pheara sniffled and wiped her eyes before reaching for him to allow him to carry her. She was small and carrying her wouldn't be so hard... that didn't make it any less threatening though he couldn't possibly realize what kind of position he'd just placed himself in... and she wouldn't tell. One hand was slipped around his neck... the one holding the toy gun. Pheara was still shaking and she seemed to favor her 'injured' ankle as she pointed towards the strange building. "Safe inside. There's a passage that leads to my home, there." Pheara was indicating the secret entrance that lead to the chambers with cages and cells. "That way." she whimpered before wrapping her other arm around his neck as well. The toy gun? Was pointed towards the back of his neck though not against it. "Please don't let him hurt me again." She whimpered, nuzzling against him.
Onnen raised a brow slightly as he felt her arm wrap around his neck, by this little action she had betrayed his trust already as his mind screamed at him. ~You fucking idiot~ Now how the hell was he going to get out of this one...He wasn't aware at all of Asher, and the toy gun at the back of his neck pretty much had him fucked as he growled slightly to himself. Ah well, he might as well of played along for now, glancing at the stacks to see if they were flat enough for a small trick of his to escape, though he doubted he would be able to pull it off, atleast with the gun pointed at the back of his neck. With that he began to move towards where the female pointed. Weapon still grasped as he used the flashlight to see his way forward as his eyes were useless now. Resting his hand on one of her shoulders as he grew closer to the place. "So...how exactly did this person injure you?" Beginning to crouch ever so slightly as a plan arose in his head. Once the female answered he would cut her off in mid-sentence and attempt to throw her over his shoulder to the ground infront of him, and if that had worked than he would make a mad dash into the vast piles of junk to try and escape, or atleast hide somewhere in the vast piles. Of course if this didn't work...well he was just fucked now wasn't he?
Demoan Syndel had gone to the garage and noticed Onnen had left tools out and wasnt present. After a while she began to wonder where he had gone since he left the door unlocked when he left and knew how important it was no one else saw his project before he was done. She took to sniffing him out as she began fallowing his scent and found herself in the junkyard. Moving silently through the rows of cars and junk as her eyes fixate and she began to get a clearer view. It wasnt long before she heard voices and would come towards them. First site was a man holding a gun aimed at Onnen then the girl Onnen was speaking too. She moved like wind slowly and silently creeping between cars and junk untill she came up behind Asher. A com9 would click the safty off and press up against the back of his ear as she spoke." If I were you... I wouldnt be thinking about pulling that trigger." Oh the things she had to tell Teela. " Matter of fact I would be thinking of removing my finger from that trigger "
Asher Armatige smiled and would get up slowly from his croutch and follow the two of them staying back enough that he would most likly not be noticed. He flicked the safty off as they were talking so the small click would not be heard by anyone but himself. He kept the sights trained on the back of Onnen as they neared the secrect enterence to get down to the cages. Asher had thought Onnen had a good mind on him when they met so he would keep an eye on them incase anything should happen. Asher had a smile pon his lips the whole time though he did keep an eye out incase the male had anyone else out there. Just a little more Phear he thougth, A little longer then into the cages. Footsteps made almost no noise as he stalked them........that was untill he felt the com9 pressed into is ear. He went deathly still and finger twitched.....choices choices a dead weapons dealer would only hurt thigns so he removed his finger "There ya go lass, finger is off the trigger"Ashers drawl rang out low
Phearadawn wasn't as oblivious as she might've seemed. She played her part to a "T" but that didn't mean she didn't notice little changes. The toy gun wasn't actually touching him, just pointing towards him... well, it wasn't until she felt the shift of weight at that crouch. Pheara assumed her game up and the toy was pressed to the back of his neck, her arms wrapping tighter. "Keep walking." She purred, then licked the side of his face. "You would be a fool to try to pull something." She still held a childish tone but it seemed far more... cruel now. Pheara was oblivious to Ash and Dem behind them, not that that was important to her. "Down the stairs... there." Phe was watching him now, his movements and taking account of the movements of muscle. "And one false move... and I'll make a pretty hole in that pretty head of your's." Even as she said it, the 'barrel' of the gun was pointed to the from the base of his neck, up towards his head.
Onnen grumbled slightly as he simply raised a hand to his side, knowing Dem was there and made a hand signal as if saying "Leave me" There was no damned way he was getting anywhere without ending up in a sorry state, he contemplated slamming her against the walls but that would only end up triggering her reflexes, so that was out of the question....Oh fuck it, what did he have to live for? With that little comment in his mind as soon as he reached the entrance he didn't slam her against the wall, instead he began to fall backwards in hope that his weight would end up crushing her, head tilting as far to the side as it possibly could even though if it did fire he would end up probably with a well damaged ear, for now the only thing on his mind was escaping, no matter how fucked up he got in the process.
Demoan Syndel shoved the barrel harder into the back of his ear as she spoke." Now drop hand it but first over your shoulder and keep walking. HOPE your friend dont fuck with Onni.. Cause if she does. Im gonna make you my first prime example. " She shoved him and moved fallowing less then a step behind him gun pressed to his skull and if he hadnt noticed her outfit? Dem returned ready to wage war. She was dressed in black Kevlar and the gun pressed tohim in her right hand. The other was wrapped around a handle. The handle connected to the mini gun attached to the back pack she was wearing. The sunglasses mirrored for her pleasure and a shit eating grin big enough to make Stevie Wonder cry." MOVE BITCH!"
Asher Armatige had several options at this point. Cooperate fully with Dem, fire a full clip at Onnen and get his brains blown out of his head or try and escape. Eyes flicked here and there as they walked and he would suddenly do a rolling dive behind some cover, hell why not he thought.. Should he get this little move off without dieing in the process he would raise the gun and peek out behind cover long enough to fire half a clip at Dem. Whether they hit the female or not he would quickly be moving though the cover the junkyard offerd. If Dem followed then the deadly game of cat and mouse would ensue. Asher was pretty confident that Phear could take care of Onnen on her own so he didnt give them anymore thought and came back to keeping his own ass alive for the moment. Asher kept the MP5 up and ready to fire as he looked through the sights all around as he moved. He was slowly and stedily making his way back towrds the base to better safty, and more weapons
Phearadawn took the raise of the hand as a signal. So he hadn't come alone, how foolish of him to make such an obvious sign, otherwise why would he do such a thing when he clearly knew things weren't what they seemed. Pheara's gun was a toy but the damage it could do was anything to playful, Phe was one of BOW's experiements as well; her specialty... telekenesis. Almost immediately she noticed the shift of balance again, she was expecting him to try again, after all, escaping from an enclosed building was less likely than here. Pheara aimed to jerk her legs down as he fell though whether she could or not largely depended on him. She was crazy, but not so fragile that he would crush her. The change of weight as they fell would pull the gun from him slightly but Pheara would pull the trigger anyway. Her mind created the 'bullet' that sped from the gun and it could've hit any number of places; neck, head, ear... those were most likely. As it were, when they landed, he would basically be atop her body. A 'living' shield from the bullets that came from the other two.
[#] Onnen rolls 1d10 & gets 3.
[#] Phearadawn rolls 1d10 & gets 2.
Onnen let out a loud yell of pain as he felt the bullet hit his ear, within seconds blood beginning to pour out of the wound, thank god she hadn't blown it the fuck off, As soon as they both hit the ground attempting to struggle free from her grip, throwing various elbows back at her and making all sorts of ruckus, as soon as she did knicking up and making a dash for it, dropping his Scar in the process but who needed it? Of course if he didn't though, he would just simply give up and conform as he didn't see what else he could do, especially with the other now aware to his presence, and last he checked a lone vampire that was weak and hadn't fed in a long time vs a telekentic female and an MP5 didn't bode out well.
Demoan Syndel could have blown his head off before he escaped but decided it was time to let them all know she was back. And when he dove and fired off his rounds he would find nothing but darkness where she had been. Vampire speed was a awsome thing. But just as face the crackle of his rounds would turn to the mind wihring blizkreag of steel jacketed hail as the metal and glass all around him begins to explode when she let the minigun rip. Shredding car panels like paper and anything else it was to hit. There was a sick laughter in the darkness and a voice. " Runnnnnnnn little man but I STILL SEE YOU. I CAN SMELL YOUR BLOOD... OH How your Heart pounds" The minigun goes silent and she would move again. Making sure to chase him with the bullets and not cut him in two when she fired again then again fallowing him. Ash would have to be steppin and fetching like a hillbilly dodging firecrackers with feet covered in gasoline by now. The bullets were spraying everything like raindrops from hell tossed sideways. Flame rolling from the barrel three feet with every short burst she made.Still that sick laughing and she would move again. Dem had gone away and came back with something inside her and it wasnt playfully loving.
Asher Armatige cries out as the hail of bullets rip all around him "FUCKKK ME!!!" He flat out runs as glass showers him. He heard her insane laughter and the words she had yelled out. He was fucked and he knew it. HE continues to run firiging back over his shoulder in the direction of Dem though if any of the rounds hit her it woulda been a mirical to say the least. though that wasnt the case for him. He cries out and gets slammed into a old tore up truck as a round ripped through his shoulder spinning him about and blood spraying.. He groans vision bluring and he would stumble from the truck hand on his shoulder. Asher could smell the gasoline and thats what brought him back to himself long enough that he would start running again. MP5 was dropped somewhere on the ground so he drew his uzi and would continue to run towrds the building. He dipped and doged and by shere luck the minigun hadnt ripped him in half right now as he ran. Asher soon reached the building and gasps for breath as he hit the wall leaning against it. He could still hear Dem coming and he would make his way down the wall quickly heading for the doors so he could get into the safehouse and maby, maby put up a stand if nothing else., that is if Dem didnt corner him first.
[#] Phearadawn rolls 1d10 & gets 9.
[#] Onnen rolls 1d10 & gets 4.
Phearadawn was clinging tightly to Onnen and her small size made his elbows miss their targets. She was cackling insanely as he thrashed about, her own body squashed between him and the ground beneath her. It was then that she heard Ash's cry and although Pheara didn't give a damn whether the fool lived or died, it was enough to startle her into letting go giving Onnen the chance to run. He would have a short second to get to his feet before Pheara's attention came back to him and immediately that toy gun of her's was leveled at Onnen again. How lucky could one guy be? She pulled the trigger and mouthed the word 'bang' as one of those bullets exploaded from the tip of the toy gun in a colorful array... then a second, both aimed at his chest even if he was racing away and all the while Pheara had an insane smile on her lips.
[#] Onnen rolls 1d10 & gets 5
[#] Phearadawn rolls 1d10 & gets 2.
[#] Phearadawn rolls 1d10 & gets 3.
Onnen hauled ass as soon as he felt himself be released, this is where as Demmy did, he would rely on his speed to get him away, after he got a good distance away first letting out another scream of pain as he began to roll onto the ground from the impact, grabbing his shoulder as he winced in pain as he quickly pushed himself up and recovered, scrambling behind a stack of cars as he used his free hand to get him back up, as soon as he was behind cover beginning to run as fast as he possibly could again, hoping to lose both of them in the mass jungle that was the junk yard, In the cover this was his element, however if anyone followed the blood staining the ground would probably lead them to his direction, Getting shot twice for looking for a V8 Hemi and helping an "innocent" hurt female....Quite a reward huh?
Demoan Syndel watched as the truck exploded and launched itself into the air. It came crashing down again showing the area with both light and small debrea. Sparks raining from the sky as her silohette could be seen for a split second coming towards the building. The minigun rips loose once more and cuts through the doors of the building cutting off his way in as she continues to come closer. The sound of the barrel winding down could be heard as she spoke." TELL YOUR BOSS... IM DEAD BUT IM BACK... AND NOW IM PISSED!" Did she just give Ash his life? For now yes since he could convay the message she was again back. She looked down and saw a bullet had indeed hit her right arm. There was a tear in the Kevlar but no penetration. That was when her attention was turned to Pheara. Demoan Syndel was still hidden in the darkness as she lets loose once more cutting the ground with a perfect hail of bullets slicing right towards Pheara. " Bang bitch" If Pheara didnt move and move fast she would be split from clit to nose by boiling hot lead incased in steel jackets. Still laughing sickly. She was enjoying this shit way to much when her right hand came up and there was the sound of a 'clink" and her arm would move fast as she lobs a hand grenade for the area between Pheara and Ash as it hits the gound and she spoon clanks tumbling away." HAPPY FUCKEN BIRTHDAY!"
Asher Armatige moves towrds the door when the truck exploded making him hit against the wall hard with the shock wave which in turned made him fall to the ground as Dem tore into the building with the mini gun. HE looked up at her as she moeved closer and the light silloueted her form. He was dead now and he gulped slighlt hadn pon the UZI he had and was about to fire when she spoke. His heart skipped a beat as he came to realize that Dem had just spared his life so he could convey the message. Fucking Arty, he was gonna kill that rat for not killing this bitch the first time and making sure she was dead. He blinked as Dem turned to Pheara and fired then gasped and dived out of the kill radius of the grenade Dem had just thrown between them though more than likly there would be some shrapnel he would recive from it.
Phearadawn was not oblivious to the happenings around her. Even as the truck rolled on, Pheara was climbing to her feet. She'd just gotten to her feet when she heard Dem's words to Ash. Dumb bitch talks too much. She thought just as the first word slipped past Dem's lips. Pheara had already half leaped, half rolled down the stairs that she and Onnen had already been on. One of the bullets caught the tip of her tail, a few others glancing from a small field of telekentic energy, still another had caught her shoulder, mid-roll. Pheara didn't have time to scream as she tumbled down the stairs, head over tail and any scream that came later would be lost in the blast... but she was alive... and starting a shit list
Demoan Syndel released the trigger and the minigun once more spun down. She was masked in the blackness and spoke as she moved around rapidly so they couldnt get a fix on her." Tell your boss.. There is war. It is here. And you are all dead. " With that all that would be heard were foot falls on ground and over cars as she made her way towards the club. And to give Onnen a kick in his pants for wandering to close to enemy territory. Dem had purchased the colaboration of every war dealer she could find. Along with enough armorment to blow up the whole city ten times over.
Onnen grumbled slightly as he hit himself against the edge of one of the abandoned cars, coughing slightly as he held his arm in agony, listening to the gunfire and explosion of Dems grenade. "Did she bring the entire fucking army?" he said to himself as he reached over his shoulder, realising his Scar was dropped as he punched the door of said car. "FUCK" With that pulling out his standard 9mm, not turning on the flashlight as he continued to move his way towards the exit of the junkyard, he doubted he would need the weapon but if there was two of those fucks out there, there was bound to be more, as soon as he reached the exit seeing the gate guard on duty as he lifted the gun and began firing, not even looking at the man and simply letting the entire clip enter him, He was pissed that he didn't listen to his animal instincts, pissed he was becoming soft, he wouldn't of been in the damned situation if he had only trusted his thoughts. With no more words exiting and heading back to the club to lick his wounds.
Asher Armatige groans and grimices as he looked down at his leg. His pants had tears in them and a couple peices of shrapnel could be seen in his right leg. Fuck he thought. Asher stumbled to his feet and gripped his blood soaked shoulder and made his way slowly down the stairs of the tunnle. HE would stop and check on Phear as he went to see if she needed any help. If not the cowboy would continue on down the tunnle until he would reach the medical area so he could get patched up and continue on. Ether way he was moving from this safehouse by morning. NO longer safe here. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number "Ya its me........move the stuff" whether his gear in his truck was compramised or not he wanted it moved. Asher pocketed the cellphone ,which was amazingly still with him, and would conitue on
Phearadawn gave a soft whimper of her own, a hand reaching up to touch the hole in her shoulder. Blood spilled down her dress, ruining it for sure. No matter, the neko had dozens of them. She flicked her tail up for inspection too, looking at the chunk missing out of it and it brought a hiss to her lips. Pheara was psycho in every sense of the word and although she did feel pain, she didn't take it quite like the rest might. It was there... and she let the pain full her rage. Unfortunately for the injuried Ash... he arrived just as she'd finished checking her tail and Pheara rounded on him before he could pass by her. "You fucking idiot! How dare you interupt my play!" The words were snarled and striking cerulean eyes seemed alive with her fury. She climbed to her feet and glanced back at the entrance way. "Mouthy bitch talks too much... and I'll have Arty's tail as a belt!" With a snort, she climbed to her feet. The bullets had passed fully through so that spared her their removal. She made sure to move about to get the full extent of the pain from the wounds. She would remember it and the damage done... Crazy and psychotic bitch collides with rage and a desperate hunger for torture... someone was in for it.
Asher Armatige grimices and shakes his head when Phear rounded on him and yelled at him. He didn't even dignify it with a respons. Psycho was all he thought and he alsmot felt sorry for whoever fell into the fems hands. He entered the medical area and sat down on a bed so the doctor could begin to patch him up. Unlike Phear he didnt like the pain, though he could stand it to a point. Asher takes off his jacket, hat and shirt and the round when clean through his shoulder. The doctor cleaned it and wrapped a bandage around it. Next the doctor removed the shrapnel from Ash's leg and sewed the wounds shut and gave the male some pain medicen. Asher took a couple of the pills and headed out with a limp sighing softly. He went back to his room and started to pack his stuff for rest could come later.
Phearadawn seemed to be seathing in her rage and fury. As she walked past the cage with the beast in it, Pheara gave it a violent kick and kept walking. She, too, went to the medics. Though she delighted in the pain, it still needed cleaned and taken care of. She sat still long enough for that to be dealt with and waves off the pain meds that were offered her. Pheara headed back to her own room, a deadly gleam in her eyes and lord help anyone who crossed her path. Tail was flicked against her thighs as she passed into her room and she caught sight of the bandage. "Someone's going to pay..." she said softly then proceeded to change her cloths and practice her telekenesis.
Asher Armatige moves about his room easily enough and soon everything was packed. He looked around making sure nothing was missing and yawns softly as he would now lay down on the bed and rub his head. He was damn lucky tonight to not be killed by that minigun. HE yawns once more and soon he fell into a light sleep so he could try and get some rest
Asher Armatige sat inside the complex feet upon the table. Asher had his weapons layed out before him and the MP5 in his lap. He was cleaning the weapon, and loading extra clips. Cowboy hat was pulled low over his face as he soon finished with the MP5 and switched to his Uzi and USP. He finishes with these weapons and goes about placing them back into there holsters. Cell phone rings and he answers it "Shoot" He would listen for a few "Okay, this is what i want you to do.. Use our contacts, get a crate of Stinger Missles, some C4 as well. And make sure its top grade" Hung the cellphone up and shook his head muttering things. His drawl wasnt as pronounced tonight as it had been the other night. Asher stretches and writes some things down in a small leather notebook he pulled out from his pocet. He then stands and heads back to the crate of P90s and grabs one checking it over and making sure it was loaded
Phearadawn was in her room... or had been until the intercom in her room buzzed. She gave a childish snort as she slipped to her feet and moved to it, dainty hand hitting the button. "What do you want?" She said in her cocky, holier-than-thou way. Eyes brightened as the voice spoke of someone lurking too near by. Pheara almost bounced on her feet and if she didn't have to hold the button she would've been clapping her hands as she squeal. "Someone to play with!" she shrieked into the com. Immediately she grabbed the toy gun, unlocked and opened the door and skipped through the halls. Pheara considered dropping in to see if the others were around but figured it more fun for her without as she moved to the main doors and slipped out. In a matter of moments, she had made her way to the junk yard, ears twitching to find the offender. Slipping close, Pheara then slid to the ground on her knees, doll-gown spread out around her... A moment later, Pheara gave a loud scream and fell into sobs.
Onnen raised a brow slightly as he heard movement, sensitive hearing alerting him before he shrugged it off as a dog or something, having not fed in awhile so he didn't pick up the females scent, probably bad on his part as he continued to scan about the junk yard. 'Come on....v8 hemi...V8 hemi..." though he damned near fell off the junk pile as he heard the scream, grabbing his ears as he snarled slightly. "Now that definatly wasn't a dog..." Grabbing the Scar from his back he would pull the bolt back and let it slam shut for a moment as he clicked on the flashlight he had placed on the bottom barrel. Slowly sliding his way down the cars and junk, lifting it up so he could see through the scope, the flashlight illuminating it perfectly as well as his vision helping him greatly, not seeing the disturbance as he lowered the weapon and turned off the flashlight. Something was not right and he damn well knew it. Slowly making his way towards where the scream originated, Mind telling him. ~You know it's a trap...~ But his animalistic side was dying, and human emotions were taking over. ~But if it's someone hurt you must help them~
Asher Armatige finsihed checking out the P90s and would get a buzz. He answerd and raised an eyebrow tilting his head. "roger that" hand reaches up and runs along the cowboy hat he had on then he took out his MP5,slapped on the silencer and lazer attachment and locked the bolt back before slamming it shut chambering a round. Asher wasnt to keen on this but he might as well go check things out since they supposedly had an intruder. He walked through the tunnle and out the secret enterance and made his way silently into the junkyard. THe cowboy looked around and ears flicked some and he grimiced at the scream. He shook his head and made his way along the shadows through the junkyard heading towards it slowly machine gun at the low and ready incase he needed to fire it quickly
Phearadawn's wails continued, one hand holding the toy gun infront of her while the other was clamped over her right ankle. "No. No please!" she shrieked as she listened for approaching steps. Ears caught something but she couldn't be sure which way it came from given all the noise she was making. Tears streaked her porcelain face, trailing down her cheeks before falling to the ground. Blue eyes made a show of darting wildly around as though she were looking for someone. "Someone, help me!" Pheara squealed again.
Onnen growled slightly as he heard the females words, focusing on only them and not the other disturbance. ~You're making a mistake you fool~ His mind screamed at him, but he had become soft. Breaking into a run he began to jump over cars and junk, almost like a bat out of hell, his vampiric speed becoming evident before he climbed up a large stack of cars once more, quickly and almost like an animal before he jumped off the top of it and onto the hood of a car, damned near smashing it before he raised his Scar up and looked through the scope, flashlight on once more as it locked onto a female, quickly lowering it as she seemed to be of no threat, and not seeing the toy gun as he shouldered his weapon, hand moving to his belt and curling about the handle of his dagger, better safe than sorry, moving cautiously towards the female. "Shh, relax, I'm here to help"
[#] Dr Moreau taps the com on his shirt and spoke into it." Number 17 (Teela) has low level security clearence. Allow her safe passage in and out for now. That is all."
Asher Armatige moved through the junkyard silently, and slowly checking the corners and everywhere else. It was clear the male knew military tacktics. He kept to the shadows and soon came upon Phear and Onnen. He croched bringing the MP5 up looking through the sights hand on trigger but he didnt pull. He looked up from the sightes Onnen he thought. He frowned slightly and wondered what the male was doing here. He looked back into the scope but wouldnt fire as Phear was there and he wanted to see what would happen now. He kept his breathing undercontrol and his heartbeat slow and steady. Thumb rested upon the safty ready to change it in a split second
Phearadawn's sobs continued, shaking her entire body. Upon first look, she looked young, dressed in a doll gown and with her seemingly flawless skin. When Onnen actually approached her, Pheara squealed and leaped back, landing on her but and hands. The toy gun in her hand was obvious but it was clearly made of plastic. "Do... don't hurt me!" she shrieked, her body shaking visibly as though she were terrorfied. A soft whimper slipped past her lips as she looked to him... then to the junk yard around him. "He'll be back... he's going to kill me!" Just who was yet to be seen but it was a likely story.
Onnen raised a brow slightly as he moved closer to the girl, crouched over as he looked around. "Who? I'm not going to hurt you" Reaching a hand out to her. "Stop crying and calm down, I'm here to help you" he reassured again. Distracted by the girls sobbing as it ruined his concentration and conflict in his mind, telling him to leave her be and than watch out for whatever it was this person was. For moment turning his back on the female as he kneeled down and scoped his Scar again. looking up at the stacks, stopping everytime his flashlight shined against something. The other males presence unaware to him yet as he lowered the weapon once more and slowly began to make his way back towards the female. "Come with me, I'll take you to safety"
Asher Armatige watched silently weapon at the ready. Noted that his pressence was unoticed right this moment which was what he wanted. Watched as the male would use the weapon he had and scoped the place out using the flashlight. It was a wonder the light never passed over him since he was this close to both. THe male made a few mistakes already and it would probably cost him dearly. Ashers eyes flicked to Phear for a second as she continued on in her story which brought a grin to his lips slightly before he would returne all attention back to the male who would be in trouble very soon if Phear managed to get ahold of him. He kept his mind from thinking on the things the fem would do and kept it in the hear and now of the situation
Phearadawn let her sobs slow as though she were calming though she was still visibly shaken. "He... he ran that way!" Pheara shrieked, pointing in some random direction. She, of course, didn't know where Ash was either so if it happened to be in his direction, all the worse for him. Phe scooted closer to Onnen until he moved away and while his back was to her, a shiver ran up the neko's spine. She let a soft whimper slip to her throat, a frightened pout sitting on those red velvet lips. "I know where to go... but will you take me?" Pheara looked wildly around as though she still searched for this mystery man. "I'm... I'm afraid he'll come back." She struggled as she tried to rise, only to whimper as though her right ankle hurt. "Oww!" she squealed before letting tears well again.
Onnen glanced towards the direction she pointed at as he pointed the Scar towards Asher, locking directly on him. Though he didn't see anything, though now he was alert and focus pointed in his direction, not moving the flashlight from his direction at all as he moved closer to the female, holding the weapon with one hand and outstretching his arm to the female. "Tell me where to go, I'll carry you" Of course this now left him completely open to anything the female had planned for him if she did as he was completely focused on Ashers position, night vision of his eyes not seeing Asher at all, turning off the flashlight to see if he could see better, though still without it he saw nothing, ready to turn it back on just incase something did spring out.
Asher Armatige blinked some and tensed as Phear pointed in his direction and he had the MP5 aimed at Onnes chest as soon as the male looked at him. Tensed even more then slowly would relax his muscles one by one as the male didnt seem to notice him even looking straight at him. Watched as Onnen turned off the flash light and Asher was relived that he still wasnt spotted. Another mistake that might cost Onnen alot of pain. Asher smiled a little more when he kept his back to Phear and reached out to pic the fem up. Onnen was leaving himself wide open for all sorts of unpleasnetrys. Asher would wait for the most opritune moment should Phear fail to get her playtoy
Phearadawn hadn't known Ash was there either, it was entirely coincidential though she probably would've found it a fun coincidence. When Onnen reached for her, Pheara sniffled and wiped her eyes before reaching for him to allow him to carry her. She was small and carrying her wouldn't be so hard... that didn't make it any less threatening though he couldn't possibly realize what kind of position he'd just placed himself in... and she wouldn't tell. One hand was slipped around his neck... the one holding the toy gun. Pheara was still shaking and she seemed to favor her 'injured' ankle as she pointed towards the strange building. "Safe inside. There's a passage that leads to my home, there." Pheara was indicating the secret entrance that lead to the chambers with cages and cells. "That way." she whimpered before wrapping her other arm around his neck as well. The toy gun? Was pointed towards the back of his neck though not against it. "Please don't let him hurt me again." She whimpered, nuzzling against him.
Onnen raised a brow slightly as he felt her arm wrap around his neck, by this little action she had betrayed his trust already as his mind screamed at him. ~You fucking idiot~ Now how the hell was he going to get out of this one...He wasn't aware at all of Asher, and the toy gun at the back of his neck pretty much had him fucked as he growled slightly to himself. Ah well, he might as well of played along for now, glancing at the stacks to see if they were flat enough for a small trick of his to escape, though he doubted he would be able to pull it off, atleast with the gun pointed at the back of his neck. With that he began to move towards where the female pointed. Weapon still grasped as he used the flashlight to see his way forward as his eyes were useless now. Resting his hand on one of her shoulders as he grew closer to the place. "So...how exactly did this person injure you?" Beginning to crouch ever so slightly as a plan arose in his head. Once the female answered he would cut her off in mid-sentence and attempt to throw her over his shoulder to the ground infront of him, and if that had worked than he would make a mad dash into the vast piles of junk to try and escape, or atleast hide somewhere in the vast piles. Of course if this didn't work...well he was just fucked now wasn't he?
Demoan Syndel had gone to the garage and noticed Onnen had left tools out and wasnt present. After a while she began to wonder where he had gone since he left the door unlocked when he left and knew how important it was no one else saw his project before he was done. She took to sniffing him out as she began fallowing his scent and found herself in the junkyard. Moving silently through the rows of cars and junk as her eyes fixate and she began to get a clearer view. It wasnt long before she heard voices and would come towards them. First site was a man holding a gun aimed at Onnen then the girl Onnen was speaking too. She moved like wind slowly and silently creeping between cars and junk untill she came up behind Asher. A com9 would click the safty off and press up against the back of his ear as she spoke." If I were you... I wouldnt be thinking about pulling that trigger." Oh the things she had to tell Teela. " Matter of fact I would be thinking of removing my finger from that trigger "
Asher Armatige smiled and would get up slowly from his croutch and follow the two of them staying back enough that he would most likly not be noticed. He flicked the safty off as they were talking so the small click would not be heard by anyone but himself. He kept the sights trained on the back of Onnen as they neared the secrect enterence to get down to the cages. Asher had thought Onnen had a good mind on him when they met so he would keep an eye on them incase anything should happen. Asher had a smile pon his lips the whole time though he did keep an eye out incase the male had anyone else out there. Just a little more Phear he thougth, A little longer then into the cages. Footsteps made almost no noise as he stalked them........that was untill he felt the com9 pressed into is ear. He went deathly still and finger twitched.....choices choices a dead weapons dealer would only hurt thigns so he removed his finger "There ya go lass, finger is off the trigger"Ashers drawl rang out low
Phearadawn wasn't as oblivious as she might've seemed. She played her part to a "T" but that didn't mean she didn't notice little changes. The toy gun wasn't actually touching him, just pointing towards him... well, it wasn't until she felt the shift of weight at that crouch. Pheara assumed her game up and the toy was pressed to the back of his neck, her arms wrapping tighter. "Keep walking." She purred, then licked the side of his face. "You would be a fool to try to pull something." She still held a childish tone but it seemed far more... cruel now. Pheara was oblivious to Ash and Dem behind them, not that that was important to her. "Down the stairs... there." Phe was watching him now, his movements and taking account of the movements of muscle. "And one false move... and I'll make a pretty hole in that pretty head of your's." Even as she said it, the 'barrel' of the gun was pointed to the from the base of his neck, up towards his head.
Onnen grumbled slightly as he simply raised a hand to his side, knowing Dem was there and made a hand signal as if saying "Leave me" There was no damned way he was getting anywhere without ending up in a sorry state, he contemplated slamming her against the walls but that would only end up triggering her reflexes, so that was out of the question....Oh fuck it, what did he have to live for? With that little comment in his mind as soon as he reached the entrance he didn't slam her against the wall, instead he began to fall backwards in hope that his weight would end up crushing her, head tilting as far to the side as it possibly could even though if it did fire he would end up probably with a well damaged ear, for now the only thing on his mind was escaping, no matter how fucked up he got in the process.
Demoan Syndel shoved the barrel harder into the back of his ear as she spoke." Now drop hand it but first over your shoulder and keep walking. HOPE your friend dont fuck with Onni.. Cause if she does. Im gonna make you my first prime example. " She shoved him and moved fallowing less then a step behind him gun pressed to his skull and if he hadnt noticed her outfit? Dem returned ready to wage war. She was dressed in black Kevlar and the gun pressed tohim in her right hand. The other was wrapped around a handle. The handle connected to the mini gun attached to the back pack she was wearing. The sunglasses mirrored for her pleasure and a shit eating grin big enough to make Stevie Wonder cry." MOVE BITCH!"
Asher Armatige had several options at this point. Cooperate fully with Dem, fire a full clip at Onnen and get his brains blown out of his head or try and escape. Eyes flicked here and there as they walked and he would suddenly do a rolling dive behind some cover, hell why not he thought.. Should he get this little move off without dieing in the process he would raise the gun and peek out behind cover long enough to fire half a clip at Dem. Whether they hit the female or not he would quickly be moving though the cover the junkyard offerd. If Dem followed then the deadly game of cat and mouse would ensue. Asher was pretty confident that Phear could take care of Onnen on her own so he didnt give them anymore thought and came back to keeping his own ass alive for the moment. Asher kept the MP5 up and ready to fire as he looked through the sights all around as he moved. He was slowly and stedily making his way back towrds the base to better safty, and more weapons
Phearadawn took the raise of the hand as a signal. So he hadn't come alone, how foolish of him to make such an obvious sign, otherwise why would he do such a thing when he clearly knew things weren't what they seemed. Pheara's gun was a toy but the damage it could do was anything to playful, Phe was one of BOW's experiements as well; her specialty... telekenesis. Almost immediately she noticed the shift of balance again, she was expecting him to try again, after all, escaping from an enclosed building was less likely than here. Pheara aimed to jerk her legs down as he fell though whether she could or not largely depended on him. She was crazy, but not so fragile that he would crush her. The change of weight as they fell would pull the gun from him slightly but Pheara would pull the trigger anyway. Her mind created the 'bullet' that sped from the gun and it could've hit any number of places; neck, head, ear... those were most likely. As it were, when they landed, he would basically be atop her body. A 'living' shield from the bullets that came from the other two.
[#] Onnen rolls 1d10 & gets 3.
[#] Phearadawn rolls 1d10 & gets 2.
Onnen let out a loud yell of pain as he felt the bullet hit his ear, within seconds blood beginning to pour out of the wound, thank god she hadn't blown it the fuck off, As soon as they both hit the ground attempting to struggle free from her grip, throwing various elbows back at her and making all sorts of ruckus, as soon as she did knicking up and making a dash for it, dropping his Scar in the process but who needed it? Of course if he didn't though, he would just simply give up and conform as he didn't see what else he could do, especially with the other now aware to his presence, and last he checked a lone vampire that was weak and hadn't fed in a long time vs a telekentic female and an MP5 didn't bode out well.
Demoan Syndel could have blown his head off before he escaped but decided it was time to let them all know she was back. And when he dove and fired off his rounds he would find nothing but darkness where she had been. Vampire speed was a awsome thing. But just as face the crackle of his rounds would turn to the mind wihring blizkreag of steel jacketed hail as the metal and glass all around him begins to explode when she let the minigun rip. Shredding car panels like paper and anything else it was to hit. There was a sick laughter in the darkness and a voice. " Runnnnnnnn little man but I STILL SEE YOU. I CAN SMELL YOUR BLOOD... OH How your Heart pounds" The minigun goes silent and she would move again. Making sure to chase him with the bullets and not cut him in two when she fired again then again fallowing him. Ash would have to be steppin and fetching like a hillbilly dodging firecrackers with feet covered in gasoline by now. The bullets were spraying everything like raindrops from hell tossed sideways. Flame rolling from the barrel three feet with every short burst she made.Still that sick laughing and she would move again. Dem had gone away and came back with something inside her and it wasnt playfully loving.
Asher Armatige cries out as the hail of bullets rip all around him "FUCKKK ME!!!" He flat out runs as glass showers him. He heard her insane laughter and the words she had yelled out. He was fucked and he knew it. HE continues to run firiging back over his shoulder in the direction of Dem though if any of the rounds hit her it woulda been a mirical to say the least. though that wasnt the case for him. He cries out and gets slammed into a old tore up truck as a round ripped through his shoulder spinning him about and blood spraying.. He groans vision bluring and he would stumble from the truck hand on his shoulder. Asher could smell the gasoline and thats what brought him back to himself long enough that he would start running again. MP5 was dropped somewhere on the ground so he drew his uzi and would continue to run towrds the building. He dipped and doged and by shere luck the minigun hadnt ripped him in half right now as he ran. Asher soon reached the building and gasps for breath as he hit the wall leaning against it. He could still hear Dem coming and he would make his way down the wall quickly heading for the doors so he could get into the safehouse and maby, maby put up a stand if nothing else., that is if Dem didnt corner him first.
[#] Phearadawn rolls 1d10 & gets 9.
[#] Onnen rolls 1d10 & gets 4.
Phearadawn was clinging tightly to Onnen and her small size made his elbows miss their targets. She was cackling insanely as he thrashed about, her own body squashed between him and the ground beneath her. It was then that she heard Ash's cry and although Pheara didn't give a damn whether the fool lived or died, it was enough to startle her into letting go giving Onnen the chance to run. He would have a short second to get to his feet before Pheara's attention came back to him and immediately that toy gun of her's was leveled at Onnen again. How lucky could one guy be? She pulled the trigger and mouthed the word 'bang' as one of those bullets exploaded from the tip of the toy gun in a colorful array... then a second, both aimed at his chest even if he was racing away and all the while Pheara had an insane smile on her lips.
[#] Onnen rolls 1d10 & gets 5
[#] Phearadawn rolls 1d10 & gets 2.
[#] Phearadawn rolls 1d10 & gets 3.
Onnen hauled ass as soon as he felt himself be released, this is where as Demmy did, he would rely on his speed to get him away, after he got a good distance away first letting out another scream of pain as he began to roll onto the ground from the impact, grabbing his shoulder as he winced in pain as he quickly pushed himself up and recovered, scrambling behind a stack of cars as he used his free hand to get him back up, as soon as he was behind cover beginning to run as fast as he possibly could again, hoping to lose both of them in the mass jungle that was the junk yard, In the cover this was his element, however if anyone followed the blood staining the ground would probably lead them to his direction, Getting shot twice for looking for a V8 Hemi and helping an "innocent" hurt female....Quite a reward huh?
Demoan Syndel watched as the truck exploded and launched itself into the air. It came crashing down again showing the area with both light and small debrea. Sparks raining from the sky as her silohette could be seen for a split second coming towards the building. The minigun rips loose once more and cuts through the doors of the building cutting off his way in as she continues to come closer. The sound of the barrel winding down could be heard as she spoke." TELL YOUR BOSS... IM DEAD BUT IM BACK... AND NOW IM PISSED!" Did she just give Ash his life? For now yes since he could convay the message she was again back. She looked down and saw a bullet had indeed hit her right arm. There was a tear in the Kevlar but no penetration. That was when her attention was turned to Pheara. Demoan Syndel was still hidden in the darkness as she lets loose once more cutting the ground with a perfect hail of bullets slicing right towards Pheara. " Bang bitch" If Pheara didnt move and move fast she would be split from clit to nose by boiling hot lead incased in steel jackets. Still laughing sickly. She was enjoying this shit way to much when her right hand came up and there was the sound of a 'clink" and her arm would move fast as she lobs a hand grenade for the area between Pheara and Ash as it hits the gound and she spoon clanks tumbling away." HAPPY FUCKEN BIRTHDAY!"
Asher Armatige moves towrds the door when the truck exploded making him hit against the wall hard with the shock wave which in turned made him fall to the ground as Dem tore into the building with the mini gun. HE looked up at her as she moeved closer and the light silloueted her form. He was dead now and he gulped slighlt hadn pon the UZI he had and was about to fire when she spoke. His heart skipped a beat as he came to realize that Dem had just spared his life so he could convey the message. Fucking Arty, he was gonna kill that rat for not killing this bitch the first time and making sure she was dead. He blinked as Dem turned to Pheara and fired then gasped and dived out of the kill radius of the grenade Dem had just thrown between them though more than likly there would be some shrapnel he would recive from it.
Phearadawn was not oblivious to the happenings around her. Even as the truck rolled on, Pheara was climbing to her feet. She'd just gotten to her feet when she heard Dem's words to Ash. Dumb bitch talks too much. She thought just as the first word slipped past Dem's lips. Pheara had already half leaped, half rolled down the stairs that she and Onnen had already been on. One of the bullets caught the tip of her tail, a few others glancing from a small field of telekentic energy, still another had caught her shoulder, mid-roll. Pheara didn't have time to scream as she tumbled down the stairs, head over tail and any scream that came later would be lost in the blast... but she was alive... and starting a shit list
Demoan Syndel released the trigger and the minigun once more spun down. She was masked in the blackness and spoke as she moved around rapidly so they couldnt get a fix on her." Tell your boss.. There is war. It is here. And you are all dead. " With that all that would be heard were foot falls on ground and over cars as she made her way towards the club. And to give Onnen a kick in his pants for wandering to close to enemy territory. Dem had purchased the colaboration of every war dealer she could find. Along with enough armorment to blow up the whole city ten times over.
Onnen grumbled slightly as he hit himself against the edge of one of the abandoned cars, coughing slightly as he held his arm in agony, listening to the gunfire and explosion of Dems grenade. "Did she bring the entire fucking army?" he said to himself as he reached over his shoulder, realising his Scar was dropped as he punched the door of said car. "FUCK" With that pulling out his standard 9mm, not turning on the flashlight as he continued to move his way towards the exit of the junkyard, he doubted he would need the weapon but if there was two of those fucks out there, there was bound to be more, as soon as he reached the exit seeing the gate guard on duty as he lifted the gun and began firing, not even looking at the man and simply letting the entire clip enter him, He was pissed that he didn't listen to his animal instincts, pissed he was becoming soft, he wouldn't of been in the damned situation if he had only trusted his thoughts. With no more words exiting and heading back to the club to lick his wounds.
Asher Armatige groans and grimices as he looked down at his leg. His pants had tears in them and a couple peices of shrapnel could be seen in his right leg. Fuck he thought. Asher stumbled to his feet and gripped his blood soaked shoulder and made his way slowly down the stairs of the tunnle. HE would stop and check on Phear as he went to see if she needed any help. If not the cowboy would continue on down the tunnle until he would reach the medical area so he could get patched up and continue on. Ether way he was moving from this safehouse by morning. NO longer safe here. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number "Ya its me........move the stuff" whether his gear in his truck was compramised or not he wanted it moved. Asher pocketed the cellphone ,which was amazingly still with him, and would conitue on
Phearadawn gave a soft whimper of her own, a hand reaching up to touch the hole in her shoulder. Blood spilled down her dress, ruining it for sure. No matter, the neko had dozens of them. She flicked her tail up for inspection too, looking at the chunk missing out of it and it brought a hiss to her lips. Pheara was psycho in every sense of the word and although she did feel pain, she didn't take it quite like the rest might. It was there... and she let the pain full her rage. Unfortunately for the injuried Ash... he arrived just as she'd finished checking her tail and Pheara rounded on him before he could pass by her. "You fucking idiot! How dare you interupt my play!" The words were snarled and striking cerulean eyes seemed alive with her fury. She climbed to her feet and glanced back at the entrance way. "Mouthy bitch talks too much... and I'll have Arty's tail as a belt!" With a snort, she climbed to her feet. The bullets had passed fully through so that spared her their removal. She made sure to move about to get the full extent of the pain from the wounds. She would remember it and the damage done... Crazy and psychotic bitch collides with rage and a desperate hunger for torture... someone was in for it.
Asher Armatige grimices and shakes his head when Phear rounded on him and yelled at him. He didn't even dignify it with a respons. Psycho was all he thought and he alsmot felt sorry for whoever fell into the fems hands. He entered the medical area and sat down on a bed so the doctor could begin to patch him up. Unlike Phear he didnt like the pain, though he could stand it to a point. Asher takes off his jacket, hat and shirt and the round when clean through his shoulder. The doctor cleaned it and wrapped a bandage around it. Next the doctor removed the shrapnel from Ash's leg and sewed the wounds shut and gave the male some pain medicen. Asher took a couple of the pills and headed out with a limp sighing softly. He went back to his room and started to pack his stuff for rest could come later.
Phearadawn seemed to be seathing in her rage and fury. As she walked past the cage with the beast in it, Pheara gave it a violent kick and kept walking. She, too, went to the medics. Though she delighted in the pain, it still needed cleaned and taken care of. She sat still long enough for that to be dealt with and waves off the pain meds that were offered her. Pheara headed back to her own room, a deadly gleam in her eyes and lord help anyone who crossed her path. Tail was flicked against her thighs as she passed into her room and she caught sight of the bandage. "Someone's going to pay..." she said softly then proceeded to change her cloths and practice her telekenesis.
Asher Armatige moves about his room easily enough and soon everything was packed. He looked around making sure nothing was missing and yawns softly as he would now lay down on the bed and rub his head. He was damn lucky tonight to not be killed by that minigun. HE yawns once more and soon he fell into a light sleep so he could try and get some rest