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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 9, 2015 17:02:00 GMT
As a general rule public libraries did not stock recent scientific reports on extremophiles but Aylin found places like this far better to study in than in her shared apartment. It wasn't as if the noise would disturb her but there were a hundred and one things that made it harder to focus. Smells, movement behind her, the fact that Rosie had her boyfriend over again tonight. So with a printed two hundred page report about the microbes of South Argentina on one side, and a notebook full of its purpose she was completely ignoring them. Instead she seemed entirely engrossed in a copy of Pride and Prejudice that had been on the table when she came in.
Curly blonde hair was left in a loose ponytail that gave an image not entirely unlike cascading instant noodles, damped as it was by the rain outside. Green eyes focused directly downwards left her deaf to the world, completely. The young woman could feel the cushioned chair under her short pleated blue skirt and white leggings, the wire carpet through her trainers. The laminated table under her wrists as she flicked through the pages. The creak of the chair, the sound of the mages, the murmurs from the shelves, the ticking of the clock were all lost on her, as they always were. Right now her world was that of Lizzy being told who she should fall in love with, to marry for money. Tugging away at her heartstrings however many times she had read this book, that love was something so easily given or forgotten. It had only meant to be for a few pages but that was half an hour ago. When was the first time she had read this, ten years ago, a little bit more?
Today had been a busy day after all, even she needed to relax. It had started like normal with a run and a blast with her weights. A shower before going to a help her Professor Kilpatrick with a presentation followed by a late lunch and some research notes before Fencing club followed by right now. It had been a hot and humid day and now the clouds had really rolled in with intermittent downpours and the threat of thunder drawing in more and more, enough to make her head ache a little from the air pressure. It seemed a nice idea to read just little bit more before considering getting some dinner before trying to sneak in back to her room. Sneaking was something she knew she was quite terrible at, still it....
A beige brick slammed into the table, scratching across it towards her. As her eyes flicked towards where it had come from, by reflex she dropped to the floor. Her chair skittering across the floor as she kicked it. Raising her hands to her head she forced herself to keep her eyes open. Bricks, books, ceiling tiles, wood, pipes, cables, glass. Flinging themselves towards her breaking the back to the table, ripping up the carpet where they fell. Everything was shaking, then it stopped. She could smell the dust, feel the confusion. Fear.
For a few seconds she was completely still, stunned, her brain trying to work it out. Slowly though, as she stood up, it started to make some sort of sense. Where the door had been, on the corner of the building, the wide front of a red truck cab now stuck through like a blade. The glass of the cab was cracked like ice. She could feel that the engine was still running even from here, it didn't smell like smoke though. Looking around to see if she could see anyone else, anyone hurt, it seemed so still. At first there was no one, then she saw movement, it brought her to her knees.
Caught, caught in the wheel, pinned up against the rim was a man, covered in blood, eyes wide, hands frantically scrabbling against the wheel hub. Forcing her lunch back down she started to get to her feet, they felt like lead. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the Librarian and someone coming out of the shelves, even more shocked than her. Finally as her legs started to obey walking forwards over the rubble, lights flickering and rain coming in from the outside, something smashed at the broken door, sending it off it's hinges. Two more figures, one a large man, one female. Blood, it wasn't just blood though, their skill had peeled off in place, their eyes, no.
She'd never seen one outside of a public information film but if the only other option was the most elaborate joke of all time. Would a normal human panicked by being hit by a truck, crushed under it still be flailing to get free. The fact that the other two seemed to run right for the cab, tearing at the door above them. She should run, all the rules were to run away, find the authorities. That was what she should do, but what if there were more of them outside, what about the driver? There had to be a driver, and he couldn't have left yet, if they were hurt then, she had to do something, someone had to.
Looking to the librarian, eyes wide she didn't need to read lips to get an answer. A shake of the head, fearful eyes. They started to back away, there was a fire escape on the other side of the building. She should, she, her legs wouldn't. Fear, or that she was wrong to run? Both? Certainly both, a strangled voice called out, "Stop it," For a second, they did. All three of them. Then they started toward her, stumbles at first, then faster and faster over the bricks and debris. While she, Aylin could do nothing at all.
Closer then came, meters before knees overruled her feet. Her own stumble back towards the table, grabbing the first thing that came to hand as whatever it was leapt at her. Her reflex was always to look at mouths, in this case it was rotten, wide and bloody, broken teeth and a purple tongue. Then it exploded, bone, gums, the brick in her hand slammed into it before she had time to think. Shearing off the bone against its skull, its body still colliding with hers. Clawing hands reached for her as she kicked it away, tumbling backwards onto the ground, its lower jaw hanging down grotesquely. The kick forced her back into the table, biting into her spine blood sprayed across the front of her vest.
That of course was only one, and only one that got right back up as she dropped the brick. The other, the larger man was still coming. If he fell on her, it was a different matter. There was no time for thinking for anything else, rolling along the table she started to run deeper inside, pausing only to throw a chair at her pursuers. She had their attention now. She wanted to vomit, she could smell them now, blood in her nose, her life could end right here. All those safe fights, they didn't give her any confidence with this. In films it was always shoot them in the head, she she didn't have a gun. Her foot caught on a trailing cable, she needed a weapon.
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Post by Puck on Aug 9, 2015 17:47:50 GMT
It was a supposedly bustling evening in Berkeley as cars strolled through the streets and people roamed through the adjoining sidewalks. Mystics of all sorts had easy coexistence in this city like most of the Bay Area. The Paris Baguette was certainly a popular store as many newcomers noticed through its glass windows just as they have arrived out of the BART station through its escalators. But, sirens filled the air. People started to move out of the streets as announced warnings told them to evacuate the area. Yet, there were some that weren't as frantic. A number that seemed to be of dilapidated sort. Dead and moving. Their maws were open with rot reeking from them. An attack of ghouls. Who was it? A vampire or a necromancer? No one could tell in this chaos. The numbers weren't certainly enough to overwhelm the city... yet. This budding seed needed to be quelled soon. Law enforcement was certainly having a hell of a time around Shattuck Avenue in Downtown Berkeley. Hordes continued to roam around through University Avenue, but certainly there were some coming towards a source of sustenance in the public library. A woman in black dashed up towards the roof at speeds rarely reached by even some of the faster Mystics. The window is of glass, thus allowing her to see what is going on. The scene was certainly clumsy and gruesome as a young woman in blonde had just made a pulp out a ghoul's skull with a brick. There was evident vulnerability about her as the fear was deep set in her features as the dark lady noticed. Her full lips curved into a faint amused smile. There were more signs of gunfire and the casting of magic. She glanced back behind her to see uniformed units dealing with the ghouls now, the I.A.C.S.B. "Quick as ever," she mused to herself, "I suppose they can handle it on their own."Her eyes looked down through the glass again to see how this young girl would handle herself at this incoming threat.
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 9, 2015 21:01:41 GMT
Catching herself before she fell Aylin stumbled left to right as she looked over her shoulder. She was past the debris now, knowing that she wasn't at risk of tripping over anything else right away she had just a second to take stock. Both of those monsters were still after her, she didn't have long and now she wished she knew more about them. How brutal she had been without thinking frightened her, if it was human would she had done the same thing to it? Anything that had any feeling would be down, in pain with its jaw swinging too and fro. The one that had been crushed, it was still crushed, so if she could just stop them. Her eye flitted at she tried to remember what was here, what could be a weapon. Bookcases and books, chairs, tables, lights, nothing, not enough.
It was her hands that realised before her mind did as she ran, reaching the wall at the far side of the small building. Cool to the touch, heavy and solid, bright red. It felt strong, it gave her some of that in the seconds before they reacher her. The large man, the same height as her and easily twice her weight, he was in the front now, his gait almost a waddle, his hands grasping towards her. Her first swing was too early, catching his right arm with a sickening crunch, closer her came, undeterred. Almost losing her balance she tottered for just a split second before her stance broadened and she swung it back up, under his arm and into his chest. Enough to send him crashing to the ground, for a moment. With him went the fire extinguisher already he was getting back up, it didn't make any difference.
She needed a new plan, could she trap them? They seemed stupid. So did the idea that took her but there was no time for that now. Taking off at a sprint towards the bookcases she pushed everything else out of her mind and focused just on her target. A jump onto the dividing rail with a single step, using that to push her just enough, crashing into the side of the aisle she scrabbled before pulling herself up, finally taking a breath. Moments later they were there trying to climb after her, knocking books from the shelves. Now what? It wasn't that she was really that high, she wanted them to try though, to get up enough. It didn't take long and by then she had no choice. Dropping down the otherside of the bookcase she turned and hung from the opposite edge, their cut and broken hands reaching for hers'. Then she kicked out, throwing all her weight into it, the case rocked, again, again. Sometime gave as she let out a scream that didn't exactly seem human. Books tumbling and the case falling against the other case behind.
The shelves on her side tore at her back as she fell but she was beyond caring, her breathing sharp and painful. Her body was heavy again, her chest feeling bruised as well. Back on her feet she slowly snuck back, to take a look. They were still there, torsos trapped under the weight of the case, too stupid to push at it. They didn't seem to care, reaching towards her with mouths open, they couldn't move though, for now. Stumbling back towards the tables she looked back to the truck. Her hand was cut and oozing ever to slightly. The blood on the front of her vest wasn't her own but on her back it was flaking though where she had grazed the skin. Wait, the one under the truck, it. She felt it before she saw it, a hand lurching out from under the table. Catching her ankle she instinctively lurched back as a raw and bloody face snapped up at her, she fell.
It was just a torso, trailing blood and, everything else across the room. The smell, fear had for a moment seemed weaker and again her mind froze, it was back with vengeance. Despite already trapping too, this was all getting too much. She wanted to cry, she wanted to be back home, anywhere. She would die though, what would everyone feel then? Another brick and this time she knew what to do, what she was doing. If it was between it and her, she had to stop it. With both hands she brought it down onto the snapping mass of flesh, teeth and patchy hair, and again, and again, and again. A huge gaping hole in its skull, matter covering her hands, blood from her own palms where the brick tore her skin off. Her leggings were now stained red, the cold blood drenching her skin.
Kicking it away fruitlessly she tried to get up, then again, staggering towards the cab. Feet catching against the bricks and tiles, tripping her time and again as she reached the door. It seemed to take a great deal of effort dazed as she was to reach up and open it. A man, large and pale lay sagging in the seat, paper and junk all over. Leaving bloody hands everywhere she touched Aylin checked for a pulse, not even certain she still had one let alone him. Nothing, nothing at all. She dropped, all of the energy disappearing. Somehow she moved from the cab back down to the ground, bricks piled against it. Her back to the steps she couldn't see past the tears, the numbness of it all. Another scream, much louder this time, tearing at her throat until she was hoarse. Why this cruel world? Seeing strangers die, attacked by monsters, why?
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Post by Puck on Aug 9, 2015 22:11:20 GMT
The scene interested the dark lady as she continued to watch from above with her arms cross under the black cloak she wore. There was a beautiful, yet clumsy, struggle for survival as the blonde child scrambled to avoid the rotted grabbing grasps of the ghouls. But, she had intellect and some cunning. The bookshelves were indeed used to some effect, but would only just buy her only enough time to exit the area just after she had dispatched a ghoul that had its decaying hands on her ankle. Yet, to even pique her interest even more, she continued to stay behind and even run back to the vehicle that had rammed into the library. It was futile, the lady knew as she felt the driver's life signs have already faded away. So she was a kind child, yet wails like a babe that knows nothing of the world she just saw. How endearing. "It'll cost her," she remarked upon noticing more of the ghouls started to flood into the library from the back where the fire escape would've been and those from under the shelves were nearly pulling themselves out. Her means of escape was cut off. Or is it? "It wouldn't hurt to change the odds a little!~"From the dark cloak around her, she drew out a thin rapier. A modest looking blade with a cross-guard and knuckle bow. Holding it in a reverse grip, she then threw it downwards through the glass. Small harmless fragments cascaded down next to the young vulnerable girl and so did the blade. Its point suck deep into the floor up to the quarter length of the blade. In a singsong voice, she called to her, "I would hurry and leave if I were you, poppet. Your friends are starting to swarm towards you!~ Do feel free to use Marianne. I expect you to have her returned to me."Not that she would know, this girl had an unique ability. The very moment that she would grasp this sword, is the moment where a tumultuous chorus of anguished screams, both human and monstrous would fill her unique hearing. But there was some soft sobbing that could be barely heard in the midst of it. Name: Marianne Rank: S Description: A rapier made of the highest quality. A modest looking blade with a cross-guard and knuckle bow. Its edge is made of an enchanted silver alloy that has been hardened and refined through mundane and supernatural means. Its weight feels almost like a feather to many. The sheen of its edge glistens the brightest against the moonlight.
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 10, 2015 21:23:03 GMT
Her head in her hands, Aylin sobbed. Her body quaked, breath sharp and cutting. Her world behind her own eyelids, the rest so silent. She was so far from home, caught up in things she hated. A world like her grandfather is what she wanted, safe, quiet, where the biggest danger was just other humans, not monsters like these. Thoughts of home, her family, hands moving to clasp the necklace at her throat. Soft warmth, like someone was holding her close, sweet and kind, loving. All the things she imagined her mother to be, she needed to be strong. It wasn't over, if she was going to go home she had to do just that, even if she hurt, even if she was bleeding. It coursed through her, giving her strength enough not to give up. Looking up, a sword? Broken glass?
The series of events that had lead her here. A crash, the monsters and now a sword was in front of her, was this a movie, a dream, a book? Fear, disgust, gave way a little. The pain from her hands, her back and bruises not so raw. Still covered in dead blood, flecks of her own mixed in, sticking to her she pushed herself up, stepping towards it. She was certain there was nothing like this here before, stuck deep into the floor, was it some sort of horrible magic? A trick? A silver blade that caught in the light, rain pouring onto it. It looked fancy, like one of the show rapiers, or an actual dueling sword when they were to the death rather than tearing clothes. The glass shards scattered around it, odd. It was only as she reached for the hilt that it made sense, that she looked up out of the window and into the clouded evening. As her bloodied hand touched the hilt, as lightning flared and flashed, illuminating the figure in black.
The sound smashed into her like a wave, clutching at a live electrical current. Louder than anything she'd touched before, so many tones, so much that she couldn't make anything out beyond the scream of it. The raw emotion came through, fear, anger, pride, overpowering anything she felt herself. Sadness and regret too, enough to make her weep and yet, it was strong. Might and power and purpose. All of that in an instant, the same instant that she saw the figure outside, tearing at her attention until she could throw herself away from the blade. Aylin was overcome, shaken once more. This would indeed be a dream, if it wasn't so horrible.
Taking deeper breaths she looked back out the window, not certain what she was seeing. What this person behind it, these monsters? The crash? Why did they not show themselves, did the sword have anything to do with them? What should she do? That question at least was answered for her. The two she had trapped had broken free, their crushed ribcages twisted, jaw still hanging. On top of that, more came, tripping and tumbling through the door. Could she run, should she run? There was no reason for her to stay, no reason to take the sword that screamed a thousand voices at her. No reason except that, someone had to do something. If everyone ran away, who would protect those that couldn't? Wasn't she strong enough to do something?
Before that thought was even over she clasped up the blade, ripping it from the wooden floor. It was lighter than she thought, more like a foil. It had a real blade though and a point, different from what she was used to. Something that could be swung as well as thrust, what was more, those coming at her didn't have weapons of their own. It screamed its distractions in her ear as she tried to focus, it had to be better than a brick.
With a blade in her hand, her body knew what it should do. Its stance lowered, her feet splayed a little and lifted her. It didn't need to be real or not, she could do this. Fighting against the sound and her natural fighting style she let some of it slip. Offence was by far the best defence as she strode into a lunge at the first of the new monsters. Taking it in the throat by the point, it slid through the flesh so easily. Yet it made no difference, even impaled it still came at her. Of course the head. It was not a duel, she needed not to think like that, more like a thug. A boxer, a gymnast. Pulling away she twirled, tearing more chunks of neck as she did so until the blade was free. Sweeping her leg and dropping as low as she could go in a fluid motion she swished the blade through the air, arched around her. Even as the once-a-man twisted to meet her the metal bit deep into the back of his knees with a pop, he toppled.
Now she was low, she had force. Leaping upwards she aimed right for the next in line, another animated corpse. Breathing seemed so natural right now, even with all of this. Her eyes were past now, onto the target beyond as the edge of the blade met bone and cartilage for a second time. This time a face, a deep gouge through the nose and cheek, the edge of an eyeball. Even not looking directly she felt sick right to her core, kicking herself and the blade free as the ruined flesh peeled. All she could manage right now was to spit, her reflex knowing it at least had to wait. Despite her florid attack she had made no progress in truth. The first was now on its hands and knees, crawling, the second seeming undaunted by the muscles and skin slipping down its exposed skull. Seven in total, how did one shoot them in the head with a sword? Skulls were hard, while she might be able to hit a dot with a Eepe, this was different, wider and not flexing. Even if she could stab them through the eye, it was just a sword. It couldn't cut bone, so what? Just slash at them until she couldn't stand any more, or even more came?
No you twit. She wasn't holding a sword and she wasn't some waif. So what if it had an edge, she didn't need one, she never had. Blocking out the sound, closing her eyes for a moment she lowered herself once again. She might have never had a blade like this but she had trained for exactly this. Thrust. All of her strength into it, shoulders and stance onto the point of the blade, all of the monster's strength as it came at her. She could feel every layer, as flesh gave way to bone, bone to brain. Then it stopped, it dropped lifeless once more. Stepping back and pulling free she frowned at them. She had worried the blade might break that it wouldn't go deep enough. With an eight foot reach though, she had them now. Stepping back to thin them into a line she slipped back towards the tables as they moved to surround her. One at a time now, she just had to keep her head.
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Post by Puck on Aug 11, 2015 1:44:38 GMT
She couldn’t tell, but it looked like the girl below hesitated. The lady in black couldn’t seem to tell why this was so. But such curiosity and concern was needless as the young blonde finally clasped onto the blade and started to wield it in a stance. It was becoming clear to the garbed lady that the one who held her blade was at least somewhat familiar with it. This was proving to be more interesting, she would think. Her movements weren't bad, but she did make a few mistakes of not thrusting towards the brain at first. Though it seems she finally pulled through as she finally executed a rather admirable thrust and lunge at the vital spot, the brain. She had the handling of a Junior Disciple, but lacks necessary speed.
There was still a considerable number for one person, yes. But if she kept this up with a level-headed mind, she should be able to survive this motley group of mindless undead. The lady on the roof certainly was of the mind that this girl was going to get out of this alive. She glanced behind her to see the I.A.C.S.B. were nearly finished cleaning up the streets as the number of ghouls have immensely dwindled by now.
"Hm. The night is about to wrap up," she said to herself as an Agent had just blown a hole through a ghoul with a pistol outside of the library, "I suppose I can at least let this child perform the finale."
She giggled to herself and then continued to watch as the ghouls down below. Already, the one in the nearest front of the blonde is already trying to lunge at her with open hands.
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 13, 2015 14:29:17 GMT
They were still fast, humans could be, they seemed faster with more of them. Even using the tables it was hard to give herself enough space. It wasn't enough to just stab them she needed to set her feet, to give all her force to her sword arm. If she hacked and poked at them, nothing would happen. It wasn't like she imagined a human to be, giving up once they hurt, once they were scared. They just kept on coming, she was scared but there was hope. The moments to strike would come, once she could separate them just a little more. It wasn't just fear though, there was adrenaline coursing through her body her own bravado, and someone else's. It had been explained to her that music could convey emotion, then that was what this felt like. Loud and brash and at first distracting, it seemed to invigorate her. Give more confidence than she should have, energy, motivation.
That they were coming mindlessly at her, using their own weight was easy. Thrust, sidestep, backstep. Half of a waltz and another dropped to the ground, this sword, so sharp. Even on the odd occasion where she had handled a piece like this, just a show one the blade was so dull. In books from back then it was a valid tactic to just catch the blade with one hand with no harm. That this one could cut through bone, that it did not break just flexed. Who was the person in black on the roof? Why did they leave this for her, what did they know? Why did they not help?
Another thrust, this time almost deflected by the brow, not enough though, the tip rolling up across the forehead before plunging. The number reduced to five, heading back towards the wall. She remembered the flag that was up there, Old Glory, feeling brick against her back she twisted, arm up to cut it free from its hangings. How stupid were they? Catching the flag she flung it out into the air just over the heads of three of the monsters, they stumbled into it thrashing. Staining the white with blood, buying her time as she copied her trick from before, vaulting over the dividing rail into the rows of bookcases. Of course they followed and they were hardly able to jump as she had. As each of them struggled to clamber over the rail they made easy targets, the flag slowing them now enough to stagger them. Until sweating coldly she stood alone in a destroyed room, covered in blood and with a stranger's sword.
Sluggishly now she stepped back towards where the rain was falling though, her trainers squelching on on the sodden carpet. Once she was under it she looked back up, feeling the water wash down her. Blotches of skin showing through the black and red, blonde hair dripping pink into the puddles. Fatigued, angry. While it was nice for whoever this was to give her a sword, it may have saved her life, why had they not done more? Would they carry one if they did not know how to use it, use it better than her? Had they been spying on her, had brought it for another reason? Or and the one she disliked the most, were they behind all this in the first place as some sort of game?
Looking up into the rain Aylin spoke as her hands moved, "Sword is yours?" Her voice quiet, hoarse and her hand open and towards the window before swishing the sword across herself before flexing her index finger as a question. Aylin doubted that the person knew ASL and was uncertain if she could be heard, her words not always clear at the best of times. Even if she was, she could not see their face, so would not know any reply. Yet she had to ask, she had to know.
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Post by Puck on Aug 13, 2015 16:53:49 GMT
Elizabeth Smith And her prediction was not wrong. This young girl definitely turned out to be one interesting survivor. With skill of the blade and with the cunning and wit of using her surroundings, she was capable. The show is definitely over and so was the "celebration" on the streets of Shattuck Avenue. The I.A.C.S.B. had just finished up their work. Now is a time to leave the stage. Though, there was still a sword to be claimed. Rain cascaded from the bleak night skies. It seemed somewhat fitting for this child below. Vulnerable, yet capable. Perhaps she led a very peaceful life, until meeting face to face with these undead monstrosities. Despite that, she survived and that intrigued the lady in black. She heard the young survivor ask her a question with much exhaustion and made some forms of hand signals. The aristocratic individual quizzically raised a brow for a moment and then realized perhaps that she was deaf. She nodded and then stepped into the broken glass to speedily descend down to the ground. Yet, she didn't suffer any injury from the fall. It was effortless and had the grace of a cat as she landed. The lady in black gave the blonde a wave of hello as she faced her. "Indeed, Marianne belongs to me. I suppose you didn't hear me telling you that I wanted her back when you were done dealing with the filth."She glanced back at the motionless wet remains of the ghouls that the girl had dispatched. Then she looked back at her again and gave a curtsy, showing that she wore an equally dark dress under the cloak. "I am called Elizabeth Smith. Now, what is your name, Poppet?"Hopefully this young lady knew how to lipread at least.
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 14, 2015 21:54:28 GMT
It took slightly longer than normal for Aylin to put the puzzle together, common words were easy with people she knew. This was a stranger, a strange mouth and spoke somewhat unexpectedly. That the rapier must be called Mariann, that she wanted it back, that she called these once humans filth. That was disquieting, Aylin was under no illusion these people died the moment they were turned or even before. There was no known way to get them back, still it was disrespectful not to at least consider their pasts. How the people that cared about them would want them spoken about. Everyone had a family, if she was turned into a monster she hoped her family could at least bury her.
This woman though, with dark hair and a pale face, a black dress and black coat. Even with a name so normal, the way she had so casually dropped from the roof, twenty foot up. That she had a sword and seemed to show no reaction to the zombies attacking her. Before replying Aylin took a moment to look away from those pale lips and meet her dark eyes instead. Deep, cold, scary, she was less and less certain that Ms Smith was human. It did not feel entirely safe but, if she was going to be attacked, wouldn’t she be already? Was she one of the tens of monsters that would do far worse than just kill a person? How did one tell?
Looking quite uncertain in the rain Aylin felt vulnerable. Still she had a sword in her hand, “No,” Two fingers and thumb, “My name is Aylin.” Palm towards chest, index and middle finger on both hands to make a cross. Fist, pinkie and thumb extended, thumb and index in an L, pinkie out and fist with middle knuckle raised. Looking at the sword for a moment she hesitated on giving it back, was that entirely a good idea? It was clear who it belonged to but arming a stranger that didn't seem entirely on the level seemed like a bad idea in general.
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Post by Puck on Aug 15, 2015 2:56:15 GMT
Elizabeth Smith She seemed to be afraid, Elizabeth could tell. She could hardly blame the vulnerable young lady if that was the case. She had just killed a number of ghouls at a time where she was enjoying peace. Now, this need to survive was abruptly thrust at her. What innocence she had, this blonde lost at least some of it and stands alone as a lone daffodil in the rain with sharp silver in hand. And now here they are, face to face. "Aylin," Elizabeth repeated after her with the same musing smile and then declared, "What a beautiful name." It sounded like as if it could be the name of a flower, the black-garbed lady would think. This flower certainly had some thorns to go with it and definitely has pricked the few that tried to grab it. Minding that they were still in a rather tense situation, for Aylin's case, Elizabeth put hands on her hips and took on a more pedagogic manner. She reassured her with a Cheshire smile, "My dear, Aylin. I have no reason to cause you harm. Even if I did, I would've done it from the start."As if to emphasize her point, Elizabeth disappeared suddenly out of sight as if her presence was not there to begin with. Before the blonde knew it, there was a soft tap on her right shoulder. Someone's left hand was there. If she turned, it was Elizabeth still smiling at her and wasn't really doing anything to her except putting a hand on her shoulder. "You see?"Technique Used: Name: Lunge of the Black Cat Description: A footwork technique of the Black Cat Style used regularly in its armed and unarmed curriculum. Use of this technique allows one to seemingly disappear from sight through the use of "intention" to feint to cause an over-reaction and a little bit of speed. It makes one seem faster than they usually are, but an enemy with equal skill can reasonably see through it after a couple of uses and those of a higher skill can perceive it after one use. This technique immediately places the user in their enemy's blind spot. Rank: S
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 15, 2015 21:30:58 GMT
The friendliness in this situation did nothing to settle her. Death all around, it did not seem the right place to make unsettling small talk. Watching how she moved in between lip movements Aylin trying to make more sense of it, she seemed light, not heavily built but she was so pale. Even more so than the blonde Alaskan, anyone wearing dark clothes at night must have something to hide right? How did one even get onto the roof of the library at night for that matter?
She made a smile that was not reflected back. A confused frown was all Aylin could muster as what she seemed to read was quite possibly a threat. Driving home the fears that there were worse things than death, she had just fought some of them. People could be brainwashed, kidnapped, turned into monsters. In the modern world you couldn't trust strangers, far less those that were extremely strange. So when a hand touched on her shoulder Aylin couldn't help but lurch around. Even pulling back at the last minute the blade came perilously close to the black coat, pulling herself back to give some space between them. That wasn't human, this woman wasn't normal, wasn't safe. She could easy have been behind this then, that she wanted something else from her. The obvious and rather horrifying answer was, her blood.
Her voice was louder now, carrying a childish sense of anger, "You shouldnout dothat." That she still had a blade and the space between the two of them, there needed to be an out to this situation. If she could make her wait just a while then wouldn't the police turn up, surely they could not be far away given what had happened. Maybe if she screamed? The world that Aylin could sense was right here in this room, the gunfire, the shouts out there, just a question.
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Post by Puck on Aug 16, 2015 2:31:55 GMT
Elizabeth Smith "My apologies. But I ask you calm yourself, Poppet. I believe this is very unbecoming of you," she spoke with a disarming smile, "Believe me when I say that I mean you no harm. Especially when you have seen a glimpse of what I can do."Aylin still held onto Marianne, definitely still not trusting her at all. This was really proving to be a troublesome. Elizabeth wanted the silver sword back and the blonde was not going to give it to her. She wondered what to do in this situation. It would be even more of an annoyance if the I.A.C.S.B. agents started to come in here since they're not all that far away from here. The agents that dealt with the ghouls didn't seem to amount to much when she last saw up on the roof. Even with a full team of them, they shouldn't be a problem to the lady in black even without the sword. Yet, Elizabeth wanted to avoid needless conflict with the I.A.C.S.B. And now Aylin could probably make that conflict a reality. How troublesome. It's always the fearful ones that tends to be the most troublesome, even though Aylin did give her a nice show earlier. Elizabeth at least held up her hands to show that did not she did not have any intentions to harm her. Even though that isn't really going to matter that much, after what the blonde has seen just. "Alright. Now what do you want me to do?"
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 16, 2015 11:21:24 GMT
"Tell me whut yo are," Index finger chin to chest, shrug, point to Elisabeth. ASL had no word for are, even as she voiced it in a louder and more garbled voice. She was panicking, no she was already panicked, this was beyond that. She was convinced that this woman was any number of things that wanted something from her, that was trying to trick her. All this things that she knew only in passing and spent so much of her life avoiding and trying to ignore. To live in the world she wanted to live in, not the horrible reality. Standing in a ruined library in the pouring rain with death and blood from her own hand all around. As if there was still some sort of way to salvage that ruined innocence and pretend it never happened.
The distance between them made Aylin feel at least a little safer, but if this woman could move so fast or trick her so it seemed she could what difference would she make? Maybe her plan wasn't to harm her but she clearly wanted something, it just didn't make sense from what she'd seen. Why give her the sword, why be here now showing and threatening what she could do? As much as she didn't want to know there was another question, "What happened?" Index finger and sword at chest height brought closer with a half circle arc. Stalling for time, yes but she also should know. She was involved, somehow and now she had forced Aylin to be too. Be it the one behind the attack or something else, to be here at the same time like this, why didn't she stop it?
Sodden but looking at least a little less bloody, it was clear that Aylin was afraid but also angry. Her world that she'd taken great care to garden was crashing down about her ears and her emotions right now were not entirely stable. Her eyes locked onto the lips she hoped for an answer, her body relaxed though, falling into a fighting stance. Maybe if it came to it, if she was just being toyed with she didn't have a chance. That never stopped her before though, she wouldn't just give up.
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Post by Puck on Aug 16, 2015 15:33:21 GMT
Elizabeth Smith Information. She wanted to know more. Elizabeth nodded at her. It was only natural that she wanted to know more of this mess. She let her hands back down and then crossed her arms under her dark garb. "As I have told you before, I'm Elizabeth Smith. But I suppose I'm what a good many people would call a Ki Artist, though I don't personally agree with this identification, I suppose it would describe me well enough. I am a practitioner of the Black Cat Style."Surely she knew about Ki Artists at least, right? It would be a bore to try to explain anything more than as needed. It should explain why she was able to disappear from sight so suddenly and then appear behind her. Those were human, but those capable of superhuman feats like Elizabeth. Then she started to explain why this was happening, "A necromancer was here. He was my mark. While I have dispatched of him, I admittedly could not have dealt with him fast enough from preventing him to summon the Ghouls on this city."The necromancer was a pain, Elizabeth would remember. Wily and tricky, like most Magicians around. Though it really could've been worse if she was even more late in taking him out. But now, she had to wait and see if Aylin would believe in her.
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 16, 2015 18:54:42 GMT
One of those weird magic-iky things, exactly the sort of thing that had caused this problem in the first place. Ki was exactly the kind of thing that Aylin made sure to know as little about as possible, other than it was banned in just about every kind of sport and competition. All the drugs and stimulants that were banned, had nothing on the penalties for that. Lifetime bans, prison time, massive social exclusion, mandatory licensing as a deadly weapon. It was a problem for her as a professional even be seen with a Ki user. At least, that was better than some sort of inhuman monster. It didn’t make Aylin feel any more comfortable but it at least meant she didn’t actively fear for her life any more. The explanation helped more so that made her, some sort of bounty hunter? Or an assassin.
Relaxing a little, standing up and lowering the blade the blonde took a breath, let her muscles cool a little. At least this story seemed to make some sort of sense, so that guy had been nearby to here? Right in the middle of her life, how many? Where her friends okay? What about anyone other than the driver were they hurt? On top of that then, “Why, did you not help me?” I would only have taken one mistake for her to have been killed, she almost was, twice.
Should she report all this to the police, they would want to question her anyway wouldn’t they. It was self defence but still, she had killed seven somethings. This woman too, the police would want to speak to her right? Aylin was of the opinion that anything that made you powerful enough to manipulate people or kill them should be a matter of government record. That they should prove that they are capable of wielding such power and for the right reasons. That they should be held to a higher standard. Her weird power, the one that was active right now was nothing like that though. It was just feelings, sounds that buzzed in a brain that normally heard nothing. This woman though, Elizabeth she was exactly the type that should be recorded.
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