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 Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:45 pm
Welcome to the revival of Serum 24L.
This is going to be a fast-paced role play that lasts only a month.
I won't be making a really pretty board for the sake of time and in interest of more writing than making fabulous pictures.
Rules are simple:
1. Post at least every other day.
2. Be literate. Meaning at least 300 words a post even with battle scenes.
3. PM me your application and post it in the Profiles section once I approve it.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:49 pm
The Plot Combining state of the art equipment and leading scientific minds, the government was able to concoct an antidote to all of life’s aliments. Cripples walked, the deaf could hear, burned tissue resurrected themselves and healed…but healing was not all this medicine was capable of. Partakers of this liquid substance found themselves able to run for miles without feeling faint, their muscles strong enough to obliterate concrete blocks with a single blow…and, they became beautiful.
Flabby human bodies became that of fantasy with voluptuous females and muscled men…like elves and vampires…storybook characters come to life.
The serum was not released to a great majority of the people however, only to some hundred test subjects. Luckily so, because after a few months of bliss, the serum began to have negative side effects.
While enhancing each subject physically in every way possible…their minds began to deteriorate. Memory loss as well as common sense and intelligence became apparent in all those victimized to Serum 24L. Until eventually…they became the perfect portrayal of zombies. However…their brains functioned just enough for them to be able to accept and carry out orders.
And so, Serum 24L became a biological weapon.
However, in attempting to formulate an antidote for Serum 24L, scientists noticed that some of the test subjects began to evolve. Rather than regaining their typical mental capabilities, the supernatural beings…were no longer themselves. Addressing themselves by new names, convinced that they were separate entities from those they had formerly been prior to the serum, the beings displayed not only excelled physical structures…but intelligence as well.
It was not long until the monsters were able to escape from their laboratory environment, invading civilization…with the intent of taking it over. They were superior beings after all, in strength, beauty, and intellect. Why should they be the ones condemned and not deserving to live? Why should they not be the masters over the pitiable humans…who were so weak, ugly, and dumb.
Now, mankind must pay for interfering with Mother Nature’s creations.
Within the United States, from where all the madness spawned, defensive maneuvers are being put into affect by all states. One in particular however, has just recently been enacted by the Central Government: Project Salvation.
In this pilot plan, New York State has been divided into two sections, the North and South. A group of elite fighters have been summoned to defend their country. Each member has been endowed with special abilities. Perhaps flight, empathy, the ability to control fire…anything. Both sectors have been given to a team of these elite, known as the “PS Slayers.”
Their mission is simple: Eliminate the test subjects. Test subjects have come to be known as Vampires; because the only way they can survive is by a constant supply warm blood and flesh.
It is rumored, that Serum 24L was initially created in order to form biological weapons for the government to defend itself against such gifted beings…should they ever manifest their fears of rebellion.
Nevertheless…despite the prejudices and the suspicions, the world must unite in order to stop this mistreatment of science…or else all of mankind could end up enslaved.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 1:04 pm
Playmates
Project Salvation: Slayers Unit Two
The Leader – DKay
The Medic – Danica
Chef – Avery
The Informant/Tech – Fayth
The Tracker – Bryson
The Mechanic/Pilot – Ariela
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 7:38 pm
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 7:39 pm
Mission Briefing
1. Because of your super-human capabilities and skills in a specified body of knowledge, you have been selected as a PS Slayer for Unit Two, Southern District
2. Get to the John F. Kennedy Airport to meet with your team on September 25 at 2000 hours sharp.
Depending on your circumstances, transportation will be provided for you.
Bring only some clothes and personal belongings with you. All other necessities will be provided for you.
3. Eliminate all test subjects (i.e. Vampires) from the Southern District
4. Gather intelligence regarding the test subjects' plans
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 8:11 pm
Living Quarters First Floor Second Floor
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 8:10 pm
FAQ
1. How did my character get here?
You have several options. Maybe your character has military experience? Maybe they volunteered? Maybe they were recruited?
If you would like DKay to have personally asked your character to join the team, just let me know. We can develop a history for how they know each other, even if only as acquaintances.
Whatever the reason, the most important thing to know is what your character's motive is.
2. What's a good motive?
Could be money. Could be revenge. Could be just to keep their family safe. Or maybe they just want to save the world and help people. Anything along these lines are acceptable. They could also be a criminal trying to buy their freedom by serving in Project Salvation.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:41 pm
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:42 pm
Knights in shining armor... _______________________...Don't exist.It had been one year since the Vampire outbreak.
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, DKay focused all his energy on remaining alert to his surroundings. Standing by his lonesome in the landing dock of Gate 11B, the leader of Unit Two waited patiently at the John F. Kennedy airport for his teammates. A quick glance at his silver watch, wrapped tautly around his right wrist, told the man that there was a half hour left until the appointed hour.
Report to the John F. Kennedy Airport on September twenty-fifth at 2000 hours sharp.
At exactly 8:00PM, he would assume leadership over a rag-tag group of fighters in the hopes of saving all mankind. DKay nearly chuckled. He might have laughed at the absurdity of the statement if it had not been completely true. This was a bad horror movie come to life.
Because of the uncertainty of how the rest of his teammates may arrive, the airport’s landing docks had been chosen for a meeting place. With several acres of open space, the members of Unit Two could arrive by car, helicopter, or plane…all the gothic man knew was that the transportation would be taken care of and paid for by the government. He was simply here to pick them up and escort them to their new home.
Why being a leader meant he was suddenly a chauffer still boggled him.
The eerie silence of the airport had begun to put the pale skinned man on edge. Unfolding long, lanky arms and rubbing his face with a black gloved hand, DKay’s fingertips brushed against a thin scar that began at his hairline and ended just below thin lips, cutting right through his left, azure eye. With a sigh, the albino briefly brushed back snowy white bangs that obscured the right half of his features, only to let them fall back into place. His bangs were long enough that he could have tied the veil of hair in the pony tail that held back the rest of his shoulder length tresses. But he didn’t.
A full moon illuminated the darkness of night. With the night lights of New York snuffed since the outbreak, even the stars had become a valuable light source. Donning all black clothing—from his form fitting turtleneck to slim jeans and ankle high boots—DKay nearly blended in with his surroundings. On first glance, it was easy to see why so many assumed he was of a gothic nature.
Behind him was a medium sized aircraft. Sleek in design and lovingly constructed by the military’s top engineers, the jet was capable of unheard of speeds, flexible maneuvering, and even came equip with battle armaments. Although not built for comfort, the cockpit contained plushy chairs for two pilots and several chairs lined the edges of the body for extra passengers. To one side, just behind the cockpit and before the chairs began, were emergency supplies. Along the opposite wall were firearms and their respective ammunition.
On the wall with ammunition, an entry and exit hatch was built between the firearms and the passenger seats. At the end of the plane was room for light cargo, but no room for anything else. This vehicle had been built for optimum levels of power and speed. Steel painted a midnight shade of blue on the outside and a subtle silver on the inside with ebony leather seating, the plane held an air of regality and inner strength. It was a mechanic’s fondest dream and fantasy.
But even as DKay stood beside one of the military’s finest creations, he could not help the sense of dread that lingered in his soul. He could be given hundreds of assault rifles, the finest crafted swords, and most advanced technology…but would it be enough?
Standing alone in a city that had once thrived with every shade of life: happiness, hurt, love, anguish, yearning, missing…one of the greatest cities that had ever been built had been devastated and reduced to a wasteland. Fear, death, and pain resided within the hollow walls of the World Trade Center. Shame had blacked out the torch of the Statue of Liberty. It had been a mistake to perform such tests in such an important place within the United States—where so much the country’s business was being conducted.
But men had become arrogant and haughty. And in their pride they had been reduced to fools.
DKay once again folded his arms and inhaled deeply. He willed himself to feel at peace with the two kodachi blades strapped to his back, a black pouch tied to his black leather belt, and the .45 Colt Mare’s Leg strapped to his thigh. He felt no shame in being afraid of whether or not he would live through this whole hellish affair. After all, being brave was not the absence of fear.
Courage was fulfilling his duty to what he knew was right despite the fear mounting in his heart.
At least, if he did die, it would not be without a hell of a fight. __________________________________________________________________________________________ But dragons live forever.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 10:49 pm
 She had never seen New York City before; as a native of a smaller city a few states to the south, the woman wasn’t certain what to expect. She had seen pictures, of course, both the glorified ones from before the outbreak and the hazy, frazzled ones from afterwards. Morbid curiosity lingered in the back of her mind. Just how dark had the once vibrant streets devolved? How few people remained? Avery imagined that most had vacated the city, although to where, she couldn’t picture. So many residents displaced by greed and pride, so many innocents slaughtered by the upper echelon.
Avery stared out the window of the small plane ferrying her into the city. Without the bright night lights, the buildings mashed into jumbled shadows, their forms only hinted at by the moonlight. It had been a year since the outbreak, since everything went wrong. Deep in her stomach, a faint sense of anxiety twisted and knotted around and around; she had felt a little sick ever since she accepted the offer. Skilled she was, but experienced, she was not.
Still, better her than someone else.
And if they had bothered to ask her, then well, there likely was no one else.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat, knowing that she would arrive in few minutes than she was prepared for. Only a fool would feel no fear in her situation. Those things that had once been human possessed strength, speed, and numbers. Death loomed overhead, waiting to strike upon any who moved or thought too slowly or those who were unprepared to kill. Thinking about the situation did not help alleviate her concerns, and Avery wished she had been able to bring a book with her. It certainly would have made the flight pass more quickly, among other things. But no, her small assortment of belongings had already been packed and shipped to her new home, the one waiting for her somewhere within this dead city.
The plane lurched slightly, and Avery thought she could feel its descent. She dared to peek out the window and found her suspicions confirmed. Her desire to begin this assignment and her anxiety regarding its dangers conflicted; the woman couldn’t decide if she was glad to be so close or not.
So little time…
Avery’s eyes remained closed throughout the landing, her thoughts striving to remain on a neutral subject and failing. Her anxiety spiked as the craft finally jerked to a stop and a nameless government official appeared to guide her to the terminal. Gate 11B, he reminded her, was where the leader of this sponsored group of supposed saviors waited. He returned her pair of throwing knives and her dagger before taking an awkward step backwards. His fear evidenced itself in his movements, although not in his voice. A quick survey of the area placed her at Gate 14, and bidding the man farewell with a curt offering of gratitude, Avery was on her way. Once out of sight of the official—although she was certain he had disappeared soon after she left him—Avery paused to lift the legs of her jeans and strap the sheathed weapons above her ankles. If she were to be attacked in the near future, a flick of her fingers would suffice to have at least one of the blades in hand.
The appointed gate in view, Avery ran her fingers through her hair, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. As she drew nearer, the moonlight revealed the figure of the man she presumed was their leader. If not for his hair and the paleness of his skin, Avery might not have noticed him so soon, not with all the black he wore. She, of course, was hardly one to judge, given the dark jeans and the black button up comprising her outfit.
Her gaze wandered across the man’s form, her mind taking note of the scar drifting across his face. Avery approached silently, offering no words even as her steps halted.
What was there to say, anyway?
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silentbreeze90 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:42 am
Shiny brass cogs turning circles in watches
Whirling around in their tightly fit notches
Inside and outside mechanical beings
These are a few of my favorite things
Aяιεlα Bαηϝοяᴅ  “Zoom, zoom, zoom!”
Ariela Banford whizzed happily along in the car she had been given by the government to make it to the place she was to meet the people she would be living with for as long as necessary to end the scourge of vampires that short-sighted politicians had brought about. She remembered the day she had been called up and asked to serve her kin and country. She hadn’t even hesitated to answer yes; she had always wanted to be a hero. Then they’d given her a date, a time, and a car. Born and raised in Brooklyn, she was close enough that she could drive to the meeting place with little trouble, or so they had informed her. They’d forgotten to mention that the so called car they had arranged for her was a boring staid black sedan without a single modification.
Well she’d taken care of that quickly enough. Thankfully they’d given her the car a couple of days in advance and she’d had all the time she needed to modify the boring lame government car into a beauty of a machine. The low horsepower engine they’d equipped the poor car with had been upgraded to her own engine model, a powerful but environmentally sound 800 hp machine. The steering angle, suspension and tires had also been adjusted for better performance though there hadn’t been much she could do about the body of the car unless she wanted to start taking chunks out of it.
Now it stood out in the night as she drove to the airport. Painted bright red, her car practically purred with her enhancements as she drove it through deserted side-streets, once so brilliantly full of life. She couldn’t help sighing as she looked at the lifeless city around her. Once, brightly lit signs and happy people filled the streets, but now lights flickered dimly, and the empty streets seemed haunted without the millions that had once walked so confidently towards their futures. Well, at least this gave her the chance to be the hero she’d always wanted to be. Plus, she got a sweet new car out of the deal, even if she had to modify the car herself. Overall, she thought she would have been happier without the vampires, but she would definitely make the most out of their creation.
Looking around the empty buildings, she thought she ought to be pretty close to the airport. She’d never actually been to JFK before, having never even left the city, but the map indicated that it ought to be around this area. Pulling out her iPhone, she activated the GPS to figure out how close she was. Nowadays, the GPS was rather useless since it didn’t take into account vampire gathering places, but it still made a rather handy map that could track where she was.
Another minute and she made it through the ruined entrance of the John F. Kennedy airport. 11B… 11B… Ari drove around trying to find the entrance to the landing docks, missing it three times before finally noticing the rusted gates which seemed to have been torn open. She slowed as she neared the gates, checking that there would be plenty of room to get through without scratching her new paint job before stepping on the gas and zipping through. Inside, she noticed two darkly clothed people standing by a sign that flickered in the darkness reading 11B. Stepping on the brake and turning the wheel sharply, she drifted to a stop near them. Climbing out of the car, she patted down the light brown knee-length skirt she wore under a happy yellow and orange-striped shirt. Immediately after her came her two bags of essentials: her clothes in a small knapsack and her favorite tools in a far larger duffel bag.
“Hello!” she greeted the silent pair cheerfully, “It’s a really lovely night tonight, isn’t it?”
Before either had a chance to respond, she noticed the plane standing behind the dark-clad man and she bounced towards it with glee, “Oh! What a pretty plane! Yes you are!” she cooed at it, petting it lovingly. Turning towards the man and woman, her eyes bright with happiness she asked, “Oh, oh! Is it ours? Can I keep it? You won’t mind if I take this beauty in, will you? I promise I'll take good care of it so that you don't have to worry about it!”
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 3:16 pm
 Dαηιcα LεεXXXXXXXXXX There was no reason to be nervous. The government people weren’t going to hurt her, not when they’d specifically requested her presence on this… mission of theirs. There was absolutely no reason to be nervous. This was not all an elaborate ruse to get her into this flying contraption only to throw her out from a height she would not survive. She just had to keep repeating that and everything would be fine.
I hate helicopters.
Dani’s hands gripped tightly around the handhold beside her, eyes shut tightly against the vision of the ground so far away and the flimsy door that was all that stood in the way of her demise. She could feel the roil of the small aircraft with every beat of the helicopters propellers and couldn’t help but wish she had gone to a school just a little bit further away from New York City. If she’d been just a little bit further away, maybe they would have sent her on a private jet or aircraft instead of this tiny, crowded little… thing. Normally, it wouldn’t have been so bad. She had been riding planes to and from places since the fourth grade, and though she had the usual aversion to heights, she wasn’t usually this bad. The problem was that she could feel every buffet of the wind on their tiny craft; she’d undoubtedly lost the will to eat anything for the next ten years.
She’d taken one of her home-mixed remedies for air sickness before they left, but the poor potion hadn’t lasted her past the first half hour with the turbulence they had seen. Now, almost three hours into the flight, she fervently wished that they would land so that she could fall in a puddle on the ground and never leave it again. It didn’t help that the governmental types who had picked her up in Montreal reeked of fear and nervousness. She knew they were actually afraid of her and the abilities that she had. Even her obvious anxiety at riding such a precarious vehicle had done little to assuage their misgivings. It seemed to make them worry even more that she would suddenly go mad and spit gouts of flame at them. She thought they were being stupid; even if she wanted to use her ability in this tiny space, she’d undoubtedly kill the pilot who was the only means of ever making her way out of this situation safely.
Still, despite her knowledge of the true source of their agitation, her own terror-induced paranoia construed their agitation as being made up of equal parts fear of the distance to the ground and dread that the helicopter could collapse at any minute. In fact with how shabby the thing looked, she was absolutely certain that the second would be occurring imminently. She couldn’t understand how such a dubious method of transport had ever made it off the ground, much less through hours of flight time.
A tinny static-y voice came over the headset which covered her ears, “We’ll be touching down soon, so you should prepare yourself for landing.”
Relief flooded over Dani as she nodded a thankful response and felt the helicopter descend towards the ground. It was a shame she couldn’t see what the vibrant city she had often visited with her parents had become, but until she was on the ground, there was no way she was opening her eyes. If she did, she would almost certainly disgrace herself.
The helicopter touched down on solid ground, and she finally opened her eyes to see the door flung open before her. One of the men, slightly less scared of her than the others, hopped down to the ground and offered her a hand to help her to safety. Oh blessed solid ground. Unmoving and unlikely to fall out from beneath her. She was so thankful that she wanted to drop to her knees and kiss the ground.
She avoided it of course. It wouldn’t do to make a scene of herself in front of her new teammates. Three of them stood beneath another aircraft not far from where she’d moved so the helicopter could go back to whatever it had been doing before it had been diverted to bring her here. Oh, dear. Another aircraft so soon after the helicopter didn’t sound like too good of an idea. Still, the one in front of her at least looked clean, sleek, and most importantly, sturdy.
Having established that this new aircraft wasn’t likely to give her quite as much trouble as the last, she examined her team mates. A tall white male was dressed in black from head to toe, very funerary, that one. Then there was a woman who seemed to be about her age, also dressed somberly. Glancing at her own clothes, a nice pair of grey slacks and a light purple t-shirt topped by her usual white lab coat, Dani wondered if there had been a memo to dress for a funeral. If there had been one, she certainly hadn’t gotten it. Then her eyes were drawn to the last person standing before her. Almost painfully bright orange and yellow striped across her vision above a light brown skirt. Well, at least she hadn’t missed any memos.
“Hello,” she greeted courteously, walking towards the group. “I trust you are all having a good evening.”
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silentbreeze90 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 8:47 pm
Knights in shining armor..._______________________...Don't exist.A visible sapphire eye watched as a small plane alighted onto the loading docks, his hair flying wildly in the sudden rush of wind and air. Watching for which of his teammates would emerge with baited breath, the leader of Unit Two was silent as he made out a feminine figure.
Name: Avery Carlyle.
Position: Chef.
Ability: Telekinetic.
Weapon of Choice: Knives.
Evaluation: Reserved until further notice.
When she approached, DKay made no move to introduce himself. Rather than even attempt to act friendly, the albino actually purposely ignored the woman and merely watched the chef from his peripheral vision. He might have been perceived as rude, but there was something about Avery's demeanor that seemed to approve of companionable silence. At least, that was what he thought.
And if he was wrong, the worst that could happen was Avery thinking he was a complete a**. And that he could deal with. He would save his breath for introductions later.
It was when an obnoxious red vehicle approached that DKay lifted a slender brow in question. Although he could appreciate the sound of an enhanced engine and the aesthetic spoilers...the whole thing was far too loud for his tastes. Arms folded carefully in front of him, the necromancer had to fight not to wince at the newest arrival's choice of attire. She looked like the sun threw up on her clothes.
Name: Ariela Banford.
Position: Mechanic and Pilot.
Ability: Machine Whisperer.
Weapon of Choice: Firearms.
Evaluation: Being given a chance to redeem herself from first impressions.
As the younger woman began to fawn and paw over the sleek jet, the albino had to fight back a smirk. Obnoxious, loud, and far too energetic...just like an adorable puppy.
Too bad he hated dogs.
"The USAF Saiga." He announced, his tone somber and commanding, though holding a hint of amusement, "The first in its series." Reaching a hand down to his pant pocket, the gothic man extracted a pair of keys, "She'll be your responsibility, Banford."
No matter how DKay hated dogs, senselessly loud people, or obnoxious things...there was something about the Ariela's smile and childish disposition that tugged at his heartstrings. So while his voice may have been rather cold, he could not help a smirk of forbearing from etching onto his pale features.
Before he could hand the woman the keys, the sound and strong winds of a helicopter interrupted his movements. Looking up with narrowed eyes as he shielded his face with a gloved hand, the albino watched as yet another female emerged from the aircraft. He was surrounded by women. He just hoped they did not all PMS at him at once. He might just survive then.
Name: Danica Lee.
Position: Medic.
Ability: Pryokinetics.
Weapon of Choice: Potions.
Evaluation: Reserved until further notice.
"Lee." He nodded in greeting to the medic's salutation. "I'm Derrick Summers, Leader of Unit Two." He finally introduced himself before glancing down at his watch. There were still several minutes left before the deadline. Nonetheless, he was impressed that all these women had arrived in a timely fashion. Gesturing towards the other teammates that had arrived, DKay continued with his curt introductions, "Lee is our medical personnel. Bandford," he gestured towards the brightly dressed woman, "is our pilot and mechanic. Carlyle is our..."
His visible sapphire eye twitched. In a fluid motion, his hand was at the mare's leg lever action revolver at his thigh. His body moved through muscle memory alone, his intellectual mind having shut down. In a mere second the loaded firearm was at his hip and fired just behind Avery. The loud bang of the gun could not drown out the banshee-like screech of the target he had hit.
"s**t." DKay cursed, ejecting the bullet and immediately turning to Ariela. He tossed her the keys to the jet and commanded in a voice that left no room for question, "Start the engine and get us ready for takeoff. They found out our meeting spot."
The venom in his tone as he said "they" left no question as to what group he was referring to.
Around them, with their illusion of secrecy having been broken, vampires began creeping out of the holes they were hiding in. Men and women, all perfectly formed with a ghostly and ethereal beauty began approaching. They were dressed finely--apparently having raided abandoned stores for clothing. Counting them seemed useless as more and more appeared from the shadows. Ten...twenty...maybe thirty?
A pair took aim at Danica while another two attempted to take down the helicopter that had brought her with pistols. Three vampires lunged at Ariela with their fists, attempting to keep her from entering the plane. Another three lashed out at Avery--one with a sword and the other two with fists flying. Strangely however, some seemed to be aiming not for Unit Two, but they're flying craft.
There were still two team members to arrive. Could the team really afford to wait for their departure? Would they even get the chance to with this surprise attack?__________________________________________________________________________________________ But dragons live forever.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:21 pm
Avery felt some relief that DKay refrained from offering any sort of idle conversation. It revealed something about him that she found comforting. If his silence was any indication, he had little intention of providing empty reassurances. Their situation was dire; why pretend otherwise? She appreciated that he seemed unlikely to do so.
Two other women appeared, their arrivals separated by a small length of time. The first wore a blindingly bright striped shirt—not that Avery thought that there was anything wrong with yellow or orange, of course—and appeared to be barely growing out of her teenage years. Although age was hardly a determiner of maturity or skill, experience did tend to come with the passing of years, and Avery wondered just what this girl was capable of to have been selected for this unit.
Avery responded to her cheerful greeting with a shrug, her gaze already moving on. Not that it seemed to matter, since the girl was already fawning over the aircraft behind DKay.
The second woman seemed at least a little older, although perhaps the lab coat accounted for that. In any case, she fit significantly more into the mental image Avery had conceived of the other members of this group. Her clothing was less bright, although still not nearly as dark as her own or DKay’s. Although it would take something special to outdo the darkness of his outfit…
He began speaking, introducing them to each other. The bouncy one was the pilot. Avery might have doubted her capabilities if the situation had been any different. The other was their medic, explaining the lab coat. Before he could complete his sentence dedicated to her position, DKay’s body was in motion, his sidearm in hand and firing past her. Her body stiffened, initial panic coursing through her body. Adrenaline evoked its flight-or-fight response, and for a moment, Avery’s mind was dangerously blank.
So soon…
Nearly all hesitation melted as DKay commanded the brightly clad girl to start the plane. Any doubts she may have withheld regarding his competence as their leader dissolved at that moment. Whether he felt fear—for either his own life or for theirs—the man displayed nothing of the sort. Nothing she could observe, anyway.
Every second wasted could alter the outcome, she knew, and Avery moved back, whirling around to face the trio of creatures coming to her. However much she had previously thought the scenery rather eerie, almost apocalyptic in its emptiness, the area was shifting into a set from some sort of horror movie.
The trio of formerly human beings attacked, and Avery could only react. Although mixture of anxiety and fear washed through her body yet again, both hands shot out, the hilts of her throwing knives leaping into her waiting hands. Despite all the adverse consequences of science’s attempts at perfection, she thought that they had come rather close, at least regarding the physical aspects of the vampires. The drug may have stripped away their minds, their humanity, but it had certainly perfected the shell left behind.
Oh.
They were fast, much faster than Avery had ever expected. In the time it took her to blink, to refocus her attention, the sword wielding vampire had advanced considerably towards the chef. The awful creature was obviously more than capable of overpowering her in mere moments, and considering it was not alone…
Rather than immediately displaying her proficiency with the knives resting in each of her hands, Avery dropped both weapons, her dagger already finding its way to her hand. After all, she certainly didn’t need to throw the knives in order to have them pierce the creature. Her main concern was making certain that she managed to move them both at a high enough velocity for a fatal blow.
That, and making certain that she didn’t take a fatal blow herself.
Avery brought her blade up to defend herself against the first swing of the sword, her muscle memory taking over with each following blow. It was a difficult task to block a blade at least twice as long as her own, and with the other two attacking, she found herself dodging much more than she liked.
I suppose all that time spent catching raindrops was well worth the annoyance…
Even considering all the time she’d spent training her body for speed, the vampires were still faster. Avery twisted around, swinging her dagger out at one of the unarmed two, uncertain if the steel slashed skin or not. Sudden pain erupted in her left arm as the other vampire’s claws tore through her shirt and gashed into her skin. A brief cry of both surprise and pain escaped her lips, and Avery took half a step backwards, as much as she could, anyway, and then a telekinetically propelled leap. The motion seemed more like a jump taken in reduced gravity; both her rise and descent were slow, graceful, as if her invisible strings gently carried her several yards from her starting point, as much towards the plane as she could manage without landing in another cluster of creatures.
Reaching out with her injured arm, she willed her daggers to move, directing them towards the back of the vampire with the sword; Avery still viewed him as the most dangerous of the ones attacking her. At least one blade hit, but she had no idea how much it would take to kill one of these things short of a gunshot to the head.
As her gaze sought out DKay, Avery realized that the craft itself was being attacked. What ends did they seek? To not only destroy them, but their only real hope of departure as well? Avery had little time to ponder her questions, as they kept coming, even the one with her knife still lodged in its back. Diverting her attention as much as she dared, Avery pushed the blade as far into the vampires back as she could manage, then twisting it slightly.
“Damn it.”
Avery pulled herself upwards again, hanging in the air as long as she dared while calling her knives back to her. She landed closer to DKay, almost wishing those government fools had given her a gun before throwing her into this mess. Her arm felt worse with each passing moment, and she realized with dismay that her side bled as well, sliced by the sword, no doubt. How much more could her body stand to lose before unconsciousness would claim her?
So many of them, just waiting for us.
“Summers…” she said, struggling for words. “If they’re intent on taking the plane…perhaps that girl’s car would better aid our escape.”
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silentbreeze90 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 11:22 pm
Shiny brass cogs turning circles in watches
Whirling around in their tightly fit notches
Inside and outside mechanical beings
These are a few of my favorite things
Aяιεlα Bαηϝοяᴅ Ari’s joy at her brand new friend was dampened as Derri began the introductions. She hated being called by her last name. It seemed so distant and formal, and she wasn’t too big on the formalities. She would much prefer to relax with a nice overloaded hot dog in the open park to sitting down in a clean and proper restaurant. Formalities and distancing techniques were for politicians and lame people.
“Ari,” she muttered rebelliously as their leader announced what her job was. It wasn’t like her name was all that hard to remember anyways. It had fewer letters than her last name, and her nickname was even shorter! Her bottom lip came pouting out a bit as he continued with the introductions before abruptly he cut himself short and pointed his gun at the woman he’d just been introducing
“Wha-” Her hand reached out as if to stop him, but the sound died in her throat as his gunshot rang out in the night eliciting a scream which had thankfully not come from their teammate.
Vampires. Here. Now. Move.
Ari snatched the keys from the air with her left hand, skittering away from the converging vampires and pulling out a gun with the other hand. She had to get to her baby. Those horrible creatures were heading towards her newest friend, and that could not be allowed. She dodged a wild punch aimed toward her head and quickly shot the vampire before he could regain his balance from the crude attack. The other two managed to regain their balances and approached more warily, trying to get a better position to get the best of her. Shooting wildly towards the one directly between herself and Saiga, Ari grinned as the female vampire dodged to the side, allowing Ari to slip into the space between towards the plane and plant a bullet directly between her eyes during the flinch.
A quick touch and a thought had the entry hatch unlocked and flung open and the agile girl flipped herself into the plane, the door slamming shut behind her to prevent the vampires from following her. Of course, she’d have to ask Saiga to open up again for her teammates, but her first imperative had to be getting Saiga turned on all the way so that they could get going. That would be far easier without the interference of those pesky creatures outside.
Slipping the key into the throttle, she turned it and sighed wonderingly at the beautiful sound of the engine coming to life beneath her. Oh yes, Saiga was truly a beautiful lady.
The ammunitions of the plane had already been stocked and were ready for use, a fact that the girl was more than thankful for. Informing her friend of the danger she was in, she set Saiga to firing ahead of her, where none of her team currently remained, and made her own way back to the hatch, peeking it open and firing out into the vampires gathered there in an attempt to make a route for the others.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
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