Thank the luck the team had. Edwin's van would make traversing the tunnels a rather secure, yet suspenseful moment as they drove through the wide expanse of the tunnel. The howls of the Horrors were edible to their ears, making the trek a grim journey. There would be no crooning voice on the radio in this evening. They were clearly going deeper and deeper alone within the caverns of the mines. There was no existing mark of civilization: no pipes, no electronic equipment, and certainly no picks. It was an entirely loathsome emptiness.
"*Zzt*Rescue team. This is Outpost Command. Confirm your status, over.*Zzt*"
The radio came to life with an audible and coherent buzz. Surprisingly, despite being so deep in Horror territory and this far away, communications were still viable. A boon for Edwin's unique Spiritual Armament. The tires were rumbling in a lull, getting them very far from their original point to deeper into a more dangerous environment. Light was scarce, save for some pockets in the ceiling and the occasional supernatural mineral peeking out of the crusty walls with their enchanting light. The rumble may test the nerves of some. Or more like it was this taut silence that seemed to taunt at them with the unknown. Would something attack them or would they be lucky enough to secure their target and return in one piece? They would soon find out.
Shaw was riding silently in his usual attire, realizing that since Edwin was driving the car, someone had to answer them. “May i?” Shaw would say to Edwin before picking up the talkie communicator and referring back to HQ of their status. “HQ this is Rescue team, all four members are accounted for and are in peak condition. Still no sign of target, over…” After that, Shaw released the button with a small clicking sound. He also looked out of the window with a neutral expression, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that something was on his mind. “I’m not expecting this to be easy. If it’s this quiet and we didn’t have to rough our way in, you can only imagine the way out when we get around to it. I need to see a map in case we are forced to take an alternate route, or even lose the van in the process. Do we have something like that here?”
For the worse case scenarios, Shaw wanted to at least have a photographic memory’s worth of the map of the cave system. If push comes to shove, he wanted to be be ready and have the entire map of the complex in his head if it was available.
"...stupid spirit and her stupid driving, how'd she even know about this anyway..." Edwin muttered to himself. It wasn't really loud enough for anyone to hear, except Ciara whom of course gave not a single damn for what Edwin would have preferred. And he wished he'd had more chance to examine these mines - there must have been so much here that he could have learnt. And yet, somehow, Edwin's van had cowed him into the Rescue mission, primarily because it sounded more fun. Edwin had been forced to agree, lest the radio start playing embarrassing facts about his high-school life by, quote unquote, 'sheer chance'. And so, grumbling (much to the confusion of his handlers), he'd signed up for the Rescue mission, if only to pacify the spirit. She was far more wily than she looked, and Edwin would be sure to get his revenge later.
In any case, he'd been teamed up with four other individuals that he knew very little about - a little bit of searching through the resources of the TAMRD (and some of the IACSB's CIA faction that had been 'graciously loaned' to him) had given him at least a little bit of understanding as to exactly whom he was supposed to be worrying himself about on this group. Hailey Smith, a minotaur, whom was apparently security for some fancy casino out in the city. What she was doing on this mission was anyone's guess, but then what anyone was doing on this mission was anyone's guess. There was the dragonkin Asher Cole (Edwin had shivered slightly upon hearing of another Dragonkin after his last arrival, but this one was at least male and probably not going to make things exceptionally weird), whom Edwin thought seemed just short of asking him a bunch of questions about his spiritual armament, questions that fortunately Edwin had seemed to give off the impression he didn't want answered. There was even a vampire - one Wolfram Rosencrantz. Edwin knew enough about vampires that they probably weren't to be taken at face value. He wasn't sure what deal the IACSB had worked to get him on their side (or even if they had) but it seemed to have at least taken to some degree, and the vampire was working with them...for now. "Well, better working with us then against us." Edwin had rationed. He still preferred a vampire to those creepy Church cultists. And then finally there was a member of the MFC, one Yiaster Shaw, whom he had been reliably informed was 'a swordsman of some note', not that he took much stock in swords. They were fine, but Edwin would be happy to settle for his shotgun, which didn't need him to be right in the enemy's face...well, usually.
So here they were, five completely odd strangers tied together by strange coincidence. What were their reasons for joining this mission? Was it really just out of the goodness of their heart to save an innocent life? Edwin doubted it, but whatever the case, fate seemed to tie them together, for now at least. Would they be able to last long without going at each other's throats, let alone at whatever lay in wait for them?
With seemingly little care for what Edwin had thought of the matter, Shaw had decided to start messing with equipment - or at least talking back to HQ. Edwin had been about to shoo him away, but before Edwin could move Shaw had already made his statement, so there wasn't much point arguing about it. "Maps?" Edwin looked up at Shaw for a second before looking back to the makeshift 'road' further into the mines. "Well, we've got radar and sonar in here which'll give us something of the upper levels, and I'll be damn surprised if the IACSB don't have some survey of this place, but once we get deeper we're likely to be on our own. I doubt they have an exact location of her though." Edwin carefully drove the van, a little slower than perhaps the others might have liked, but considering nobody knew what was awaiting them, Edwin saw no reason to start drawing more attention than necessary. Considering the howling of horrors, it was probably already too late for that. "Well, I hope you people enjoy a good fight. I doubt Ciara wants to get herself nicked." Edwin addressed the rest of the group, while somehow neither looking at them nor explaining who Ciara was. Four melee fighters at least made the fight seem like it would be in their favour - but again, for now. Who knew what was keeping Elizabeth Crane hostage, or how they were going to be able to get her out?
Sighing to myself, I recalled why I was sitting in the back of this van with a scrawny IACSB or some sort agent, a martial artist of some sort, a shifty looking vampire, and some sort of swordsman who definitely wasn't human but I couldn't exactly put my finger on what he was. It all started when my mom got a phone call at an unusual time of the day, and seemed more enthused than normal about the call. I should have known that something was up, but I naively asked what was up. I would make sure never to ask that again, but I doubt it would help in the future anyway given the way my mom is.
Turned out it was a call from one of her information brokers she kept in contact with informing her that there had been a bounty put out to help with some sort f rescue mission. Seeing an opportunity to make some money and good PR, my mom sent me, without any sort of assent on my part, to represent the casino on this mission. I was rather worried about what would happen to Rosy while I was gone, but that wasn't anything I had any control over now, so I had to put it out of my mind.
What really bothered me was that while I had my trusted axe, Ol' Bessy, but I was forced to wear the rather ridiculous uniform for my job at the casino, since I was here for PR. I would have worn something much more appropriate but my mother would have none of that, so here I was wearing this ridiculously revealing minimalist cowgirl uniform. From what I could tell from the conversation going on up front, I was slightly disturbed to learn that the car had a name and perhaps a will of its own based on what Edwin said.
I really didn't want to think about that, so I put it out of my mind. They were also talking about maps and whatnot, but that wasn't my job nor was I good at it. I was here to cleave horrors with my weapon and take hits for the less physically adept of the team, and that was about it. After all, I wasn't too good with the things that Edwin was likely good at, he looked like quite the egghead. Deciding to respond to Edwin's last comment, I began to speak.
"Can't say I enjoy it, but I'm rather good at it. Don't think I'll be much help until we get to the nitty gritty of the mission though, but thats what we got you and the van for, ain't it?" As usual, I was speaking in my rather heavy midwestern accent. Deciding that I had properly responded to the question and that I didn't have much else to say, I took out a rag on me and began shining my axe. Had to make sure Bessy was in her best possible shape before going after the horrors after all.
This was certainly a rather uh. new experience for Asher to be sitting with what seemed to be Shaw, A random I.T Techy guy with a van that really seemed to help them out and a few others. Who definently stood out. There wasn't really any questioning that each person here certainly had something to contribute to the mission. So Asher didn't really mind interacting with any of them.Well Guys. Looks like shits gonna hit the fan pretty quick once we get on site.The details of the mission that he had received was that some important chick had to be saved. Clearly with the threat of the horrors going on right now she might contribute to a potential solution. The last thing they needed was these horrors getting out of the mines as well and into the city...The thought made Asher shiver a bit for a second.I'm not expecting this to be easy either Shaw. Heh. You think these guys are gonna be as much of a tough son of a bitch as Kogami?A little inside joke between the duo referencing back to Kogami of course. He thought about if Kogami attended these kinds of missions. Then again with the level of mastery he had, the shibuya had to have had some experience on the field battling at least something.
Good to hear. Nice to have you with us then. otherwise we'd have been in for one hell of a rough path...Asher said to Edwin. He was certainly appreciative of the guys skills and what he had access too right now at the moment. After all this was pretty risky territory. The only reason Asher really came on this mission however was because he felt obligated to assist, that and Shaw was coming on it as well. Given he gave him the recommendation of checking out the MFC. he figured to say the least assist in a mission to see how things went.
Then came the comment from the chick dressed in a sort of cow printed outfit. Which he wouldn't really question at all despite it coming off as a bit strange to come onto a mission with of all things.You and me both. Little note for you guys however. I'm mostly a fighter but lets just say I got a few tricks up my sleeve...If any of you guys get badly injured. I can heal you and get you back on your ass if you happen to go down. Last thing we need is any of youz taking any unnecessary damage.
The last time Wolfram dealt with horrors, was back in '45, when some overzealous overly aggressive loli that was not his Master, but someone else who looked like her, had managed to bungle up an arcane process of summoning wood for her sculptures, and ended up opening a rift into another plane of existence. One fraught with perils, demon dust, and a strange, strange bearded man from the Renaissance era, a Templar of some sort in overly thick plated armour emblazoned in silver sprouting nonsense about said demon dust, having been traveling their realm for far too long than typically what is sane for a mortal. In short, it was chaotic, as if it were some sort of chaotic order, and Wolfram did not enjoy clean up, or any single moment of it, and that was back then when he was a human. Now, much to his chagrin, he has to do some SIMILAR process as last time, except as a blood sucking freak of nature, usually one who would pontificate about hating his sire or some other nonsense despite the gifts he has, and repeat the whole charade all over again. Not that he minded being a vampire, the dental was great, he doesn't have to eat a lot, just drink blood (save a succubi's blood, that would be the last time he'll ever try that), AND, unlike most of his fellow damned crustaceans of the night, he didn't have to worry about sunlight. It's how he got his marvelous tan, the chicks dig it. Usually just chickens, but human chicks too.
On the plus side, the man could sleep better at night, knowing that at least this mission would have him pay get cash. Something he's awfully strapped for when it comes to it, what with being cheated out of it by his ungrateful wife braying about infidelity. Sure, he slept with other women, and sure, he converted several other mortals into vampires, merely to sleep with them, but so what? Voivode Vlad Tepes got to do that with his three brides, and that fellow became a bitching legend of his own right. Alas, them may be the tough break, but at least he was among the company of impressionable young people with a good head on their shoulder. Glancing over the axe lover, no doubt ready to go psychopathic at a moment's notice, the Tepes vampire offered her a quint smile, and a courteous nod, acknowledging her. He didn't think he'd want to be around her for long, in his experience, people who tend to have axes, tend to have axes to grind, minding the pun, and he wanted nothing to do with that. Then, there was the Shaw fellow, if he recalled the name from the briefing, a martial artist who was good with a sword, as much as he was with the gel he used to slick his hair back. A kindred soul, if only because he felt that they both would appreciate a pointy ending to their foes. Usually at a sword's point. THEN that other fellow, Edwin. For some reason, Wolfram could not help but stare at the brat, with his mouth salivating at the smell of his possibly virgin blood. He kept his hunger from showing, mouth shut and all, and his stare as well, but he couldn't help but glance at the boy from time to time, in the long and arduous trip in the van. Sure, he had dinner before going into the mission, but the Tepes vampire still had an eye for a good snack, and there was one in the van right now, in his vicinity whilst he sat to the right of another, next to the 'respectfully' clad Hailey Smith. He wouldn't dare devour a horror, probably because it would entail in an acid trip worse than the last time he drank out of a mortal who just had that -- an acid trip, and Wolfram had no preferences for mystic kind blood, save a few exceptions. Humans were his diet, and he preferred it that way.
Besides, he wasn't sure anyone else in the van was a virgin either. It was a lot like eating a sandwich, Wolfram felt. One would eat their sandwich better, knowing nobody fucked it, and that's how he saw the owner of the van.
That aside, while he was ruminating on those facts, his own silence was not his attempt to be edgy nor antisocial, but just that he was paying attention to the surrounding. His keen hearing peeled for anything that was out of the ordinary, in a place ever so clearly extraordinarily surreal. Harder done than said, but they were in enemy territory after all.
"*Zzt*Copy that, team. Proceed with caution. GPS won't be able to reach down there for now. Too much Horror activity. I'll pull up the last coordinates that she was at. Keep me updated, over.*Zzt*"
Then there was silence. As the voice had promised, the LCD screen of one of the equipment outfitted inside of Ciara showed a small red dot. It was a considerable distance away, but they were making good and bumpy progress. Yet, there was something going to interrupt them. Over the hum of Ciara's dungeon, one could have sworn hearing an ear-splitting scream of inhuman nature over the sound of Horror activity earlier. It echoed loudly in the darkness. And soon a louder chorus followed and the caverns would be full of it. From the headlights of the van, shifting movement in the dim blackness there was something. Something... bright.
It opened its flaming maw at them in anticipation. It had seemed that it was tired of waiting. As closer and closer the van got, all it seemed to the creature was a challenge and a free treat. It hungered. Its life from the infernal home realm had offered them little, but the mines had much to give. This free meal was one of such a boon. To all the inhabitants inside the van that were watching, they would feel quite at ill-ease.
The team could now hear the loud clunks against the van's ceiling as five Horrors like the one standing in front of the van have jumped onto the vehicle before attempting to gnaw and slash at it open. One in the back kept trying force the back open while two others kept smashing their bony fists against the glass windows. The rest continued to smash against the ceiling. Their flaming eyes and maws with their eager claws greeted Edwin and Shaw that were sitting in the front still protected by the van's exterior. As tough as Ciara was in this form, if this kept up long enough... some noticeable damage was going to happen.
And that's not what they all had to worry about. The Horror in front of the van widened its jaw at the incoming van. With maws wide open, a volley of flaming fireballs was shot at it... right in front of the front wheels. Despite being such a hulking piece of metal, it should cause the van's path to diverge with an attack of this magnitude. In this tunnel, dodging may be a tad difficult with rocky pillars in the way on each side.
Name: Nemesis Description: The common ability of the Horrors. Because of their completely unnatural existence, they give off an aura that easily cause fear, anxiety, and other such negative emotions on the people around them (except their fellow Horrors). Those affected will take a total of two minus modifiers in their physical stats. This can be resisted by mental-resisting/emotional-resisting abilities or something of Bravery's nature. However, those who are easily sensitive to their environment will also take an additional - modifier. Especially those of elven lineage. The existence of these Horrors can cause some electronics to work improperly or at an inferior quality. Thus, requiring special equipment to deal with them. Rank: E
Edwin shrugged at Hailey's comment, looking out into the darkness into the caves as he carefully drove forward. "Well, yeah, I guess so. Don't know what the hell else I'm here for..." he said, sparing an instant for a glare into the rear-view mirror, but if there was any kind of response he didn't catch it yet. Really, he was too busy focused on what was ahead to pay much attention to anything happening in the back - the lights on this thing were powerful, but there was only so far even they could penetrate through the caves. They had stuff to look at - and surely one of them had to understand something of all the technologies in the back, right? It was almost terrifying to think he was the only one who knew how most of the stuff in this thing worked.
Well, if nothing else, at least the dragonkin was appreciative. It was still kinda weird to be praised when really it felt more like Ciara was doing all the work here in moving through these caves - Edwin had already theorised that Ciara was, to some extent, guiding him through what to do. It was weird how...natural it all felt, though. Like the van was almost a natural extension of his arms - was this how it felt to have a Spiritual Armament? This was the first mission he'd been on with Ciara, so getting used to it all was a weird but unique experience.
The radio announcement broke Edwin out of his reverie - at least now they had a position on where to go, judging by the red dot. Granted, who knew how far Crane would have had to run in this kind of place, but at least a start was better than nothing. It would be a simple mission, surely. Get in, get the girl, get out. How hard could it--
There was a flicker across Edwin's mind. The hairs on his arms suddenly stood up on end, and there was a chill throughout his bones. He looked out into the darkness, and couldn't see anything yet, but...was something shifting? "...head's up, something's coming." he warned the others in the back of the van, but no sooner had he finished speaking then there was a huge scream, and Edwin barely managed to avoid flinching to cover his ears, keeping control of the car - probably Ciara's will exerting itself, no doubt, but his ears still goddamn hurt. And then there was something that matched the power of the headlights of the van and then...
Some horrifying thing stared right back into the van, eyes aflame and gaping with twisted black fangs. Edwin could actually feel it's hunger even from here, and shivers ran through his body, nearly stopping his heart cold. It was only a loud thump on the roof that managed to make Edwin gain some sense back over himself, and though he could only see a couple others try to break through the window, he instinctively knew there were more trying to tear the van apart. Something in Edwin's mind roared. "After all the crap I went through to get here, these bony bastards think they're gonna tear this - tear me apart piece by piece?!"
"Mother--hold on!" Edwin swore violently and hammered down on the accelerator. The tires screeched almost as loudly as the horrors did. Edwin swerved the van suddenly, aiming to brush past the side of one of the rocky pillars nearby. With any luck, he'd get out of the way of the fireballs the bony freak in front of him was throwing and hopefully take out the horror punching at the window nearby his door if he - or Ciara - got it just right. "Get these goddamn things off my van or you're all walking home!" he shouted to the other occupants. Nobody messed with Edwin Melchiott or his Spiritual Armament and lived...er, un-lived...to tell the tale. "Come on Ciara, show me what you've got..." he said to himself as he tried to ignore the pounding horrors, the fireballs, and his own sense of fear trying to mentally cripple him.
Name: Sixth Sense Description: The natural talent to sense danger through various sensory details no matter how small. This may come from having a form of "Sixth Sense", intuition, or other senses. Rank: E
Name: Driving Description: The ability to drive vehicles beyond regular human skill, including performing dangerous vehicular maneuvoures and maintaining control of vehicle at high speeds, even in crowded roads. Rank: E
AS if it was the sense of a bad omen or some sort of impending doom, trouble already started to brew. "Well, then, its time to do our jobs then. " Shaw would say in a calm and posh tone as he drew his sword at a quick pace and went over to one of the glass windows that one of the horrors was banging on. The horror had to be latched on the window in some way shape, or form, , which means that its midsection had to he exposed with its other hand hanging on to the van in some form in order to continue its banging. Just by pure deduction as to how Shaw could measure the position of the latching horror, it was actually banging on the window with its left hand, giving shaw a better idea of its position and a potential vital point. The heart was a little more closely towards the left side of the chest, between the right and the left lung. "!!!!" Shaw would make a stabbing motion from inside of the truck around the hypothesized area to stab a small hole from inside of the truck to attempt to kill the horror by either stabbing it directly in the heart or impaling the hell out of it with his blade in its left lung completely through the chest.
In a fluid motion, shaw would then withdraw his sword and flash the blood off of his blade, looking for another horror to pick off if successful.
Description: A standard Katana with a black scabbard, this is an item that Shaw was given since his arrival in Japan and has used it ever since. Shaw has used it ever since and deemed it as an reliable weapon.
It seemed that my part was coming sooner than I thought, as the thumps on the top of the van and Edwin's yelling indicated we had a fight on our hands. Quickly grabbing ahold of Ol' Bessy, I braced myself for the swerving that followed Edwin's warning. Not stopping to take notice of how many were thrown off from his stunt, as soon as I was able to safely get my footing, I decided to take out the one who was pounding on the back of the van. It was likely the best course of action for me given I couldn't punch through the van like Shaw could.
Standing up and getting into position behind the door I began to speak quickly before taking action, "I'll take care of the one on the back. Can't do much more if we keep moving like this though. If we cant get em off, we need to pull over." With that said, I braced myself with axe in hand, and kicked open the back of the truck with brute force. I likely was a bit weaker than usual, due to the aura these bastards put off, but stronger than most humans nonetheless. I followed up immediately by striking the end of my axe straight into the horror's ribcage trying to knock it off.
If the bastard was still there, I would brace for a counterattack, if not I would brace for more evasive maneuvers so I didnt end up rolling out the back.
Asher would be inside of the van when he would suddenly hear a earsplitting cry of some form. Noticing what appeared to be some form of horrors banging on the Van. he would make his way over to the other window where one horror was banging through the glass. Immediately. He would approach the window and sprout a 1.5 FT Blade from His Hand Directly and with a quick Motion. Jerk it directly into the Horrors available limb in a attempt to make it move off. Basically Asher was going to Serrate the Horrors Hand to make it fall off and Hopefully die of collateral damage in combination.Asher would immediately pull his hand back after stabbing it through in a quick motion and "sheath" his scalar blade. Should everything go smooth. The horror would find a rather strong...Impaled Pierce through the hand it used to bang on the window. However. Unfortunately Asher had to break a window from the inside in order to preform this feat. Albeit not fully. All that was there now was to see if this would work out. His strength and agility were slightly hindered by these "horrors'. However that didn't fully impair his ability to kill.
Name:Rising Dragun Martial Arts Description: This Ki Martial Art Stems from Asher's pure personal experience and training from his own Ki. Being an aggressive style that he developed which utilizes and takes advantage of it's rapid assault capabilities,relying on overwhelming the opponent with quick unexpected attacks from both blunt trauma and slashes from Asher's own scalar blades.Guaranteeing the target is critically injured or dead.This style is one that prioritizes heavy pressure and force on the opponent alongside inflicting utter fear upon them. One could say it is the fighting style of a killer.This grants Asher the ability to Sprout Scalar Blades from himself due to the Ki Molding them from his body. The Scalar blades can easily be formed in the same post this is utilized if they are shorter than a Foot and a Half.Anything bigger will take another post,etc Rank:D
It was times like these that Wolfram wondered why he took this job. Horrors, they tend to be... well, for lack of a better word, horrifying, at worst. Sometimes, they embody an aspect that one would dread most, and at other times, they tend to make the person feel nauseated. Almost like vomiting, and when a vampire vomits... well, it looks wrong, to say the least. Like someone just barfed out their manufactory of maxipads. In the Junker-blooded's case, he would usually vomit out a mixture of tequila, and blood alike, and those two... well, they don't tend to mix well when regurgitated outside. He sort of likes having his blood INSIDE his body after all. No wait, that sounded wrong in his head. Good thing he never said that. Odds are, he would get a weird look from the cow wrangling cowgirl, who's literally a cow hybrid of some sort (no doubt an adventurous human was involved somewhere in her parentage), the possible-virgin who looks like a sleep deprived kleptomanic may raise his guard around Wolfram and consequently ruin any attempts to possibly get on his good side, and maybe stab him in the back for a pint or two of blood, AND... well, actually come to think of it, he doesn't know much about what to think about the other two. The guy with an oral fixation with swords, no doubt, who looks as generic as a discount D henchman that Wolfram once looked up in Craig's List, and the other was... uh... well, Wolfram was sure that despite his mundane looks, he had a good personality. Somewhere deep inside, maybe.
Right, he had some monsters to kill given the pina colada blood bank royale's warning, and some other things, but now he realized it, Wolfram didn't FEEL like doing anything. He was already on the chair, rocking and shaking when the car swerved but otherwise remained in his seat. It looks like the others are already handling the monsters in their own ways. Sure, they're beating on the car, but it's not HIS car anyways. Despite the nausea tempting the Tepes vampire to barf out blood, which he did at the other swordsman's face in one almost explosive belch after he stabbed for the window beating horror, the Dane reached for the grip of his sword almost immediately albeit with wobbly fingers, and yanked it out of the sheathe. It was his normal saber. Incidentally, Wolfram made sure to AVOID having to come across the blade paths of the other swords and bladed assortments of objects coming his way from the other fighters, given the tight confines of the van by leaning aside, hunching, or merely inching away from them. The well dressed man with a tan and swept back black hair didn't attack those in the roof, not just yet, as he bided his time, blade pointing upwards, for them to rip it apart. That is, if they weren't thrown off said roof first, anyways. The windows are being taken care of, and the back looked like it was handled by the cowgirl. So, all he did was... well... nothing. Just pull out his sword, and stare awkwardly at everyone else. His senses peeled, despite him hating that fact, given how he felt like vomiting once more, and his nerves tense and alert.
Thanks to Edwin's quick reaction, the van narrowly dodged the flaming spheres. The two Horrors on top that aimed to rip open the van's ceiling clung to the metallic surface on top for dear life, they were busy trying to regain their bearings. The Horror trying to break through the right window near Edwin painfully screeched as it felt solid impact against one of the rocky lengths of the pillars in the cave. Shaw's attack to stab one on a ceiling would have stabbed through. However, he tried to stab through the ceiling and his sword couldn't go through. The windows were one real fragile points for Ciara's van body. But the rest were rather solid. Though that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. So was the Horrors trying to dig into Ciara. Regardless, that Horror couldn't hold on after being hit by rock and had to let go before hitting the dust.
"GRYAAAAAAARGH! GOD. DAMMIT. STOP DOING THAT! EDWIN, YOU OWE ME A DELUXE CAR WASH AND A GOOD PAINT JOB AFTER THIS!"
The Horror to the left that Asher stabbed flinched and screamed in an ear-splitting manner as some spiky growth stabbed through its hand. Of course, that was followed up with a broken window and the van's spirit cursing at Edwin along the way. However, for Asher, the hand that had summoned and dismissed his scale blade was going to experience quite pain as the Horror's blood was quite acidic. The skin on his hand would feel raw and burning, enough to cause his eyes to water from the pain as it throbbed. It would hurt to even open and close that fist if he wished to use it for other purposes. The Horror that Asher stabbed simply held on to the ceiling like the rest of its brethren for now. It wasn't going back to be stabbed again so soon. To Ciara's consternation... someone vomited. Gross...
"NO! NO! NO! I AM NOT DEALING WITH THIS TODAY. CLEAN THAT UP OR I WILL KICK ALL OF YOU OUT AND RUN YOU OVER!"
The Horror in the back of the car had the second worst luck out of all of its friends. While the back door opened with courtesy of Hailey, what soon came after gave it a yelp before being knocked off from the van and rolling violently across the cave floor. Meanwhile, the Horror that had fired the flames from earlier had already jumped right in front of the van's windshield and hung on to it with its bony belly flat on its transparent surface, blocking Edwin's vision. Its claws started to slash at the glass. Unlike the other windows, this was obviously more reinforced. Though it wasn't going to be long until it would pierce through and try to grab for whoever was in the driver seat and shotgun.
"I AM TIRED OF THESE HORRORS GNAWING ON MY BODY! GET THEM OFF ME!"
Name: Acidic Blood Description: For this kind of Horror, their blood is very acidic. Contact with their blood is not advised. It would start to eat away skin for three posts before starting to eat away the muscles deeper inside for an additional three posts. Rank: E
Skull Horrors In Front Now On the Windshield:
Od: ? Strength: D Endurance: ? Agility: E
OOC: Guys remember you're in a van. Space tends to be hella small. Just saying.
Edited a bit. Shaw still couldn't get in a hit in. But Edwin managed to get right window Horror off and Asher stabbed Left Window Horror.
Post by The D.J. C.J. on Feb 19, 2016 12:38:00 GMT
Edwin felt a sense of grim satisfaction surge through him as the skeleton was introduced into a pillar. There was a crunch and suddenly whatever was at his window was no longer there. Of course, said satisfaction could only last a few seconds before he heard more banging and clawing at the roof. Edwin managed to move his head out of the way of the swordsman drawing his katana. "Hey, watch it!" he said, but in the middle of the melee his voice was drained by the screeching of the horrors, not to mention Ciara's angry face looming in the rear-view mirror followed by lots of shouting from the upset van.
It was too early in the morning to deal with any of this, and Edwin was pretty sure they'd left in the afternoon. It was hard to tell the time in this cave though. "Dammit, Ciara, you're the one who wanted this stupid mission." Edwin muttered to himself angrily. "Could have had a nice time collecting material and investigating the area, but nooooo, you want action..." Edwin grimaced as he heard a window break, followed by Ciara swearing in what he was pretty sure was a dead language. It'd have been fascinating to learn later. "Goddammit people, will you stop tearing my ride up?!" he yelled at them, but even then he knew that trying to fight off the horrors while they were in this van just wasn't going to work. And then he heard retching, followed by a terrible smell...Edwin cringed. "Oh Jesus Christ, we have to get the fuck out of here..." At this point, Ciara's obscenities were threatening enough that Edwin (as much as he wasn't sure how) figured Ciara probably would violently eject them all through the roof unless he got the Horrors off the van somehow...
Edwin looked around. While the mines here were larger than they looked, there wasn't enough room to move around much, not without the pillars which they'd have surely crashed into. Edwin frowned, as he slowly started to realise there weren't many options left, and none of them were really safe. The caves, while covered in pillars, were just dark enough in front of him that Edwin was reasonably sure this would work - but Ciara was going to kill him for this later. Somewhere his soul wept, as he realised the care and repair for Ciara meant he was going to have to give up his chances of getting that new computer with Bloodborne 3000 on it...
"Dammit all...alright people, hold on tight!" Edwin shouted, as he tugged at his seatbelt, ensuring it was connected (which it was), and then slammed his foot down on the accelerator as hard as he could. The tires squealed as the van sped forward into the darkness. It was difficult, but Edwin managed to steer down a relatively straight road, ignoring the angry shouts of Ciara. There were only seconds to get this right - too fast and they'd crash into something, too slow and he wouldn't get the momentum he needed. There still seemed to be no wall coming up, so... "HANG ON!!" Edwin shouted over the roar of the engine, and suddenly slammed on the brakes. Those brakes screeched even louder than the Horrors themselves, as the van suddenly and violently slowed to a halt - with any luck it'd throw the horrors off of the van and then these guys could go fight outside instead of violently tearing apart the only ride they had...if they didn't slam their heads against something and lose consciousness.
Name: Driving Description: The ability to drive vehicles beyond regular human skill, including performing dangerous vehicular maneuvoures and maintaining control of vehicle at high speeds, even in crowded roads. Rank: E
I miscalculated… “ Shaw would say to himself as he realized that he was unable to pierce through the van in order to get to the horror. The windows were a lot more viable, but Shaw was a cautious man. He had no idea if the horrors had any sort of projectile abilities. As a matter pf fact, they did, and being in such a closed space, they would be sitting ducks if that level of attack was fired through each window. And to make matters worse, Shaw’s face was met with an incomprehensible amount of bile from one of the riders of the van.
Ruaghhh!” Shaw groaned and immediately started wiping his face with a dry spot on his coat with his free hand. Why did this happen? He had no clue, it was ironic that the vampire had to get car sick as immediately as it happened and throw Shaw completely off his game. To make matters worse, Edwin did a quick stop at a heightened velocity and Shaw was sure that it was able to throw the horrors off of the van, even if only temporarily stunning them a bit from hitting the floor hard. IT was a rough stop, it shook up shaw a bit, but he was already against the wall after being thrown up on, which somewhat used to stabilized himself.
He can see, that’s all he needed as he exited out of the van and went after the closest horror to the van that was about 6 meters away due to the hard stop from the fall. Hypothetically, it would be somewhat staggered, which gave Shaw the opportunity to rush over as a quickened pace for a downward thrust towards the back of its throat as the Horror was picking itself back up. The judged range and distance of the other horrors was up to the others to decide, as well as their judgment on how to handle them. But hopefully, Shaw handled this one, as well as being fully aware of the location of where the other horrors met their descent off of the van.
Description: A standard Katana with a black scabbard, this is an item that Shaw was given since his arrival in Japan and has used it ever since. Shaw has used it ever since and deemed it as an reliable weapon.
Name: Ki Sense
Description: From being able to control the body's Ki, the user is now sensitive to Ki signatures around them. Through such sensitivity, the Artists can now sense people's presences by this and be able differentiate one signature against each person. The term "killing intent" comes from this as usually one's Ki rises with the intent to cause harm. All Artists have at least E rank at it and sometimes do not increase it as they are busy trying to perfect their fighting techniques. This is why some of them go to the I.A.C.S.B. for experience. Extremely high levels of this ability may even lead to a blind man being able to fight better than he could actually see if he had working eyes.
Last Edit: Feb 20, 2016 18:26:31 GMT by shaw: spoiler
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