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Open The Chimera Project II
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Leviathan
Bracken Horror
"Hmm, now that is indeed quite a pickle we're in, isn't it?" Evan's brow furrowed beneath the mask. "And even if the key did work it would appear that its owner is a little too preoccupied at the moment." His unseen eyes instinctively shifted over to the door and where Fang was awaiting the guards with Ed. Time for making these complicated decisions was fast depleting, and he would be no use for fighting if he was still locked in this cell. So if they couldn't get the door to open willingly, then the next best option would be to use force.
"Well, I know how important survival is to you, so that means it's time for Plan B." Meanwhile, however, Evan's mind was screaming at itself, What Plan B?! You're trapped in a cage with nothing but a fancy cloak and a metal mask! What could you possibly have for backup?! He thought about what his body's new features were; improved alchemy, natural armor, hideous appearance. And these large spines...
He hesitantly reached a hand over his shoulder to the one of the topmost and largest protrusions on his back. With an exaggerated and probably unnecessary roar of "raaaaAAAAAAAH!" it was torn loose and finally appeared within his range of vision. The shaft, made from the same shell material as the rest of his body armor, was a good two and a half feet long and ended in a hard spike; it didn't look too much unlike a small spear if one really thought about it. Stifling a sob, Evan flipped it over in his hand, the tip now pointing to the floor. With all of the force he could muster, he thrust it down into the stone; it barely yielded any resistance at all and there was a clean hole in the floor when he pulled the spear out without any hint of breaking. He then offered it to the girl in front of him. "Here's Plan B: take this and smash the lock open."
"Well, I know how important survival is to you, so that means it's time for Plan B." Meanwhile, however, Evan's mind was screaming at itself, What Plan B?! You're trapped in a cage with nothing but a fancy cloak and a metal mask! What could you possibly have for backup?! He thought about what his body's new features were; improved alchemy, natural armor, hideous appearance. And these large spines...
He hesitantly reached a hand over his shoulder to the one of the topmost and largest protrusions on his back. With an exaggerated and probably unnecessary roar of "raaaaAAAAAAAH!" it was torn loose and finally appeared within his range of vision. The shaft, made from the same shell material as the rest of his body armor, was a good two and a half feet long and ended in a hard spike; it didn't look too much unlike a small spear if one really thought about it. Stifling a sob, Evan flipped it over in his hand, the tip now pointing to the floor. With all of the force he could muster, he thrust it down into the stone; it barely yielded any resistance at all and there was a clean hole in the floor when he pulled the spear out without any hint of breaking. He then offered it to the girl in front of him. "Here's Plan B: take this and smash the lock open."
Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
Something inside Edward rose up, a powerful urge to kill bubbling into his usually-rational head, along with a strange thought.
Kill the threat. Protect the Kits.
As the small group of armed guards rounded the corner, guns raised, The feline teen lept forward like lightning, transmuting his arm into a wicked blade in mid-air, body pulling into a graceful spin. Before the guards could round a gun on him, Edward had ripped the steel blade into the man in the front's shoulder, cleanly severing an arm. The man screamed in pain and dropped his gun, and Edward landed behind him, on all fours. Blood from the wound coated his arm-blade, and his chest was heaving. He turned to face the wounded guard, face feral and catlike, pupils slits.
Kill the threat. Protect the Kits.
As the small group of armed guards rounded the corner, guns raised, The feline teen lept forward like lightning, transmuting his arm into a wicked blade in mid-air, body pulling into a graceful spin. Before the guards could round a gun on him, Edward had ripped the steel blade into the man in the front's shoulder, cleanly severing an arm. The man screamed in pain and dropped his gun, and Edward landed behind him, on all fours. Blood from the wound coated his arm-blade, and his chest was heaving. He turned to face the wounded guard, face feral and catlike, pupils slits.
Mad MOAI
Actually more of a harmour fan
"So we're attacking," said Bakur calmly, lumbering up. One of them had been foolish enough to come towards the door. Bakur partly followed Edward outside and spun around, his tail bashing into the man's chest. The guy was thrown back, gasping for breath.
And Bakur was smiling. With entertainment. Or was it just... a plain smile for no reason?
And Bakur was smiling. With entertainment. Or was it just... a plain smile for no reason?
Stormecho
Maelstroms amidst steel
- Pronoun
- she
Karae winced at the very loud rour, but she did take the spear, hefting it before going over to the hole in the bars. Squeezing through with not much difficulty, she gripped the spear in one hand and, completely ignoring the rest of the group, smashed the spike into the lock. The lock crumpled like tinfoil, and Karae stared at it for a moment, awed at how easily it had been done. She wasn't strong at all, yet...
"It's done." she announced quietly, slipping back into the cell and handing the spear back to him. "The water, now?" She eyed him strangely - the ability to create fresh water, even if it was alchemy, was amazing to her. "I won't ask for food - this will keep me going until we find some. If we do. I doubt we have a good chance at survival, not on the run like this."
"It's done." she announced quietly, slipping back into the cell and handing the spear back to him. "The water, now?" She eyed him strangely - the ability to create fresh water, even if it was alchemy, was amazing to her. "I won't ask for food - this will keep me going until we find some. If we do. I doubt we have a good chance at survival, not on the run like this."
Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
Kill the threat.
Edward stood up and advanced on the next man, baring his teeth, then lept, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. It was then a very, very loud bang rang out, and the blond collapsed in a heap, his head smacking against the concrete floor. A guard had been behind him and fired his gun on Edward, and was now standing there in shock, gun smoking.
"G... Get the rest of them! We'll deal with FullMetal after!" The guard said, coming to his senses. "Try to wound, not kill!"
The remaining guards hefted their guns, ready to fire.
Edward stood up and advanced on the next man, baring his teeth, then lept, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. It was then a very, very loud bang rang out, and the blond collapsed in a heap, his head smacking against the concrete floor. A guard had been behind him and fired his gun on Edward, and was now standing there in shock, gun smoking.
"G... Get the rest of them! We'll deal with FullMetal after!" The guard said, coming to his senses. "Try to wound, not kill!"
The remaining guards hefted their guns, ready to fire.
Nope
hopefully back??
- Pronoun
- any
"!" Tuxa was completely stunned by all the sudden actions.
One of the guards pointed his gun at Tuxa. Tuxa moved the hood over her ears again, then thought fast.
Waah! I've never been in a situation like this before! What am I going to do? The blonde boy, Edward, was shot, and one guard ordered the others to try and not kill us, just wound us! In her desperation, Tuxa's gem began to glow red, and the guard's gun began to move in the guard's hands. The other guard's was distracted by this, and Tuxa took a chance and pounced at the guard which she had directed her psychic at.
The guard fell under Tuxa's weight, which wasn't much, but enough to push him on the floor. Then, a searing pain in her right shoulder. She had never experienced such pain before, but then again, she hadn't experienced much pain in her life.
Tuxa held her right shoulder tightly with her left hand. One of the guards had shot her. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
One of the guards pointed his gun at Tuxa. Tuxa moved the hood over her ears again, then thought fast.
Waah! I've never been in a situation like this before! What am I going to do? The blonde boy, Edward, was shot, and one guard ordered the others to try and not kill us, just wound us! In her desperation, Tuxa's gem began to glow red, and the guard's gun began to move in the guard's hands. The other guard's was distracted by this, and Tuxa took a chance and pounced at the guard which she had directed her psychic at.
The guard fell under Tuxa's weight, which wasn't much, but enough to push him on the floor. Then, a searing pain in her right shoulder. She had never experienced such pain before, but then again, she hadn't experienced much pain in her life.
Tuxa held her right shoulder tightly with her left hand. One of the guards had shot her. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
Darksong
Back in action!
One of the guards shot at Edward, and Rose watched on in horror. Something told her not to fight, or they would attack her. One guard prepared to shoot, but Rose bared her sharp fangs, and something made her take off into the air.
Wait a moment... these things on her arms were... wings? How could she not know that she could fly? But now was not the time to think of that. She flew behind the guard that had aimed at her, and gripped his wrist. Her lashing tail knocked the third guard over, stunning him.
Suddenly, Rose slashed at the guard that she was holding onto, causing a heavy injury on his left arm. Her bare feet tapped on the floor as she turned to face the other guard. Suddenly, there was a bang, and Rose shielded her head with her tail. Immense pain shot through her body, and she looked at the wound about halfway down her tail. Furious, she ripped the gun out of his hand and bit down onto his wrist. He screamed in pain, and she released her grip.
Wait a moment... these things on her arms were... wings? How could she not know that she could fly? But now was not the time to think of that. She flew behind the guard that had aimed at her, and gripped his wrist. Her lashing tail knocked the third guard over, stunning him.
Suddenly, Rose slashed at the guard that she was holding onto, causing a heavy injury on his left arm. Her bare feet tapped on the floor as she turned to face the other guard. Suddenly, there was a bang, and Rose shielded her head with her tail. Immense pain shot through her body, and she looked at the wound about halfway down her tail. Furious, she ripped the gun out of his hand and bit down onto his wrist. He screamed in pain, and she released her grip.
Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
Protect the kits...
Edward weakly lifted his head, a trickle of blood from his scalp staining his perfect gold hair with a splotch of red. More blood pooled around his left side, where his flesh arm lay, hand limp. There was a very obvious bullet wound just under the shoulder, the ragged edges of the hole throbbing with heated pain. He tried to stand up, but fell again.
"Damnit!" He yowled, letting his throbbing head rest in the blood pool.
Kill the threat.
"I can't!" He cried out quite suddenly, before laying mostly still, panting.
Another few guards ran from around the corner, no doubt having heard the commotion. One stood with his gun pointed at Edward, ready to shoot if he moved, while the others joined their fellows.
Edward weakly lifted his head, a trickle of blood from his scalp staining his perfect gold hair with a splotch of red. More blood pooled around his left side, where his flesh arm lay, hand limp. There was a very obvious bullet wound just under the shoulder, the ragged edges of the hole throbbing with heated pain. He tried to stand up, but fell again.
"Damnit!" He yowled, letting his throbbing head rest in the blood pool.
Kill the threat.
"I can't!" He cried out quite suddenly, before laying mostly still, panting.
Another few guards ran from around the corner, no doubt having heard the commotion. One stood with his gun pointed at Edward, ready to shoot if he moved, while the others joined their fellows.
Leviathan
Bracken Horror
"Thank you for that, little one" Evan replied as he took the weapon back. Now he just needed to figure out how to give the girl some water; he had some doubts that she'd want to just lap it up off the floor. He broke off the tip of the spear and placed the handle aside, now holding only the sharp cone. No pressure, Evan, it's not like you haven't done this in a few months...okay, so maybe it is. Crackling energy and a bright filled the air as the shell piece reshaped and hollowed out into a vaguely cup-like object. Evan was quite impressed with himself; it wasn't his area of expertise, but it was one of the basics all alchemists needed to know. Besides, now it was time for the fun part. He concentrated again, and the luminous aura appeared again, though this time it was centered around the circles on his bracelets. Oxygen and hydrogen atoms slowly condensed from air to mist to vapor and finally water inside the improvised cup. While he handed it to her, he said humorously, "and there you have it, folks; water from open air! Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week. Now hold on to that, I'll be needing it back in a minute."
As Evan kneeled down to pick the spear handle up again, his other hand reached back and tore off another of the sharp spines, this time with only a small yelp of pain. He walked over to the door, feeling the tingle of power once more as he placed the two ends together to make the spear longer. Ever so slowly, he opened the iron door and peeked outside; he almost immediately regretted it, for the first thing he realized was that a bullet had just whizzed past his head and hit the cell's far wall. "Shit, the guards are here. Fortunately for us, it doesn't look like any alchemists have come to help them yet." He shifted his gaze over to the girl before continuing, "it looks like we've reached a point of no return in this escapade, kid. Just in case this is our last day, I don't suppose you would mind gracing me with your name?"
As Evan kneeled down to pick the spear handle up again, his other hand reached back and tore off another of the sharp spines, this time with only a small yelp of pain. He walked over to the door, feeling the tingle of power once more as he placed the two ends together to make the spear longer. Ever so slowly, he opened the iron door and peeked outside; he almost immediately regretted it, for the first thing he realized was that a bullet had just whizzed past his head and hit the cell's far wall. "Shit, the guards are here. Fortunately for us, it doesn't look like any alchemists have come to help them yet." He shifted his gaze over to the girl before continuing, "it looks like we've reached a point of no return in this escapade, kid. Just in case this is our last day, I don't suppose you would mind gracing me with your name?"
Mad MOAI
Actually more of a harmour fan
Bakur stopped moving. Guards were within arm's reach, three of them, all aiming guns at him.
He sneered. Perfect, he thought. He twisted again, tripping the guards with his tail.
He felt as if he was going to throw up. He did so, but it wasn't normal. A small amount of toxic liquid splashed over a guard who had just arrived to handle the morph. He dropped his gun, swearing quietly and running away.
The tripped guards started to get up, but froze when they saw the other running away with the purple fluid on him.
Bakur slapped them with his tail again. "Don't get up," he commanded, as if to a dog.
He sneered. Perfect, he thought. He twisted again, tripping the guards with his tail.
He felt as if he was going to throw up. He did so, but it wasn't normal. A small amount of toxic liquid splashed over a guard who had just arrived to handle the morph. He dropped his gun, swearing quietly and running away.
The tripped guards started to get up, but froze when they saw the other running away with the purple fluid on him.
Bakur slapped them with his tail again. "Don't get up," he commanded, as if to a dog.
Stormecho
Maelstroms amidst steel
- Pronoun
- she
Karae took the shell piece, now a sort of cup, and sipped the water slowly, knowing from experience that she'd get sick if she drank it down all at once. Ignoring the sounds of gunshots from outside the cell, she finished drinking and wiped her mouth. "Thank you. I haven't had water like that for a while..." she murmured calmly. Watching as he lengthened his spear, she offered the cup to him. "It might well be my last day. I cannot fight, or use alchemy. I don't know how to control my new 'powers', if I have any, and I'm too weakened to be of much use." From a strategic perspective, she was altogether useless. How she hated it... Still, he had asked her name, and politely too. "I am Karae." And, stepping away from the door, she crossed her arms. It'd be useless to run into the fray like - like everyone else was doing... She couldn't do anything. Why try? "I don't suppose you have some sort of idea that might keep me from slowing everyone else down?"
allitersonance
Banned
Flames burst from Marisa's skin, blazing on her hands, her arms, her shoulders, her - with a gasp, she fought it down before it could burn any more of her clothing, and grimaced when she realised her t-shirt had been turned into a sleeveless shirt so easily. Perhaps the gun-wielding soldiers were more important than being worried about burning all of her clothes off, but she really didn't want to incur any more clothing damage than she had to. If worse came to worse, she could use her tails to preserve her modesty... but she refused to have to resort to that.
For some reason or another, she hadn't gotten shot - instead, Edward did, and the battle exploded around her. Grimly, she wondered how she was supposed to fight if she couldn't use fire; she didn't know any martial arts, and that wasn't useful against bullets, anyway.
But then Edward was shot in the shoulder right in front of her, and she gasped as he fell to the floor. It would shatter a human shoulder, the bullets, she thought, and bullets could easily break bone - and there were blood vessels in the shoulder, a complicated network that could mean Edward's death if he wasn't treated.
The books that taught her that didn't mention how she could fix it, though - not with the bullet still lodged in his shoulder, or else she could've just cauterised the wound.
She looked up from his fallen body, writing him off as a casualty, and saw a gun barrel pointed at her. Almost rolling her eyes (of course that would happen), she tossed herself to the side and heard the bang as the gun fired where she had been.
It was the human's reflexes at fault, of course. Not the gun, which she couldn't have avoided.
Sprinting forward (and slightly off-balance, as she was much faster than she was used to), she threw herself at the woman before she could fire again and punched her in the jaw - not properly, but she managed to break the woman's nose. The woman kneed her in the stomach, though, and a bullet whizzed past her ear. Marisa doubled over, seeing the gun point at her leg.
Dammit, I'm not going to be incapacitated, she thought, and the fire roared its approval. She felt like roaring with it, and as she opened her mouth, flames ran up her throat.
The stream of flames roasted the woman's face most satisfactorily.
The woman fell on the ground, but more importantly, the gun clattered to the ground with her. Deciding that this was not the right time to be traumatised by her first kill, Marisa dove for the gun, inadvertently dodging another bullet.
Raising the gun, Marisa aimed at the man who fired at her and shot until the click that signalled an empty chamber.
... every shot missed. Irritated, she tossed the gun to the side.
The man did flinch, though, so Marisa drew a deep breath, calling on the flames. The stream of flames leapt forth, burning the man and causing him to scream and drop his gun. She ran at him, intent on seeing if kicking him in the nuts was as effective as in fiction, but wasn't prepared for him to kick her in the ribs instead.
Marisa was thrown onto the floor from the force of it, wincing.
Of course, he had to bend down and reach for his weapon (what an idiot) so Marisa blasted him with another stream of flames.
Struggling to her feet, she decided that if they were going to be as stupid as fictional enemies tended to be, she wasn't going to question it - this time. She held onto her throbbing ribs, hoping they weren't broken, though there would definitely be a nasty bruise.
She then reflected on how her pyrokinesis would be useless if she had a gag on, unless there was a spare change of clothing.
Then she decided that that would be a good reason to not get caught, though most of the other soldiers seemed to be occupied. There was only one that didn't look on the verge of death at the moment, and obviously it had to be the one she'd rather not be the one to kill.
... time to save the leader. Or the person standing in between attacker and target, anyway.
Flames licked the inside of her throat, and she spat the flames at the one pointing his gun at Edward and Rose.
Of course the flames had to miss.
For some reason or another, she hadn't gotten shot - instead, Edward did, and the battle exploded around her. Grimly, she wondered how she was supposed to fight if she couldn't use fire; she didn't know any martial arts, and that wasn't useful against bullets, anyway.
But then Edward was shot in the shoulder right in front of her, and she gasped as he fell to the floor. It would shatter a human shoulder, the bullets, she thought, and bullets could easily break bone - and there were blood vessels in the shoulder, a complicated network that could mean Edward's death if he wasn't treated.
The books that taught her that didn't mention how she could fix it, though - not with the bullet still lodged in his shoulder, or else she could've just cauterised the wound.
She looked up from his fallen body, writing him off as a casualty, and saw a gun barrel pointed at her. Almost rolling her eyes (of course that would happen), she tossed herself to the side and heard the bang as the gun fired where she had been.
It was the human's reflexes at fault, of course. Not the gun, which she couldn't have avoided.
Sprinting forward (and slightly off-balance, as she was much faster than she was used to), she threw herself at the woman before she could fire again and punched her in the jaw - not properly, but she managed to break the woman's nose. The woman kneed her in the stomach, though, and a bullet whizzed past her ear. Marisa doubled over, seeing the gun point at her leg.
Dammit, I'm not going to be incapacitated, she thought, and the fire roared its approval. She felt like roaring with it, and as she opened her mouth, flames ran up her throat.
The stream of flames roasted the woman's face most satisfactorily.
The woman fell on the ground, but more importantly, the gun clattered to the ground with her. Deciding that this was not the right time to be traumatised by her first kill, Marisa dove for the gun, inadvertently dodging another bullet.
Raising the gun, Marisa aimed at the man who fired at her and shot until the click that signalled an empty chamber.
... every shot missed. Irritated, she tossed the gun to the side.
The man did flinch, though, so Marisa drew a deep breath, calling on the flames. The stream of flames leapt forth, burning the man and causing him to scream and drop his gun. She ran at him, intent on seeing if kicking him in the nuts was as effective as in fiction, but wasn't prepared for him to kick her in the ribs instead.
Marisa was thrown onto the floor from the force of it, wincing.
Of course, he had to bend down and reach for his weapon (what an idiot) so Marisa blasted him with another stream of flames.
Struggling to her feet, she decided that if they were going to be as stupid as fictional enemies tended to be, she wasn't going to question it - this time. She held onto her throbbing ribs, hoping they weren't broken, though there would definitely be a nasty bruise.
She then reflected on how her pyrokinesis would be useless if she had a gag on, unless there was a spare change of clothing.
Then she decided that that would be a good reason to not get caught, though most of the other soldiers seemed to be occupied. There was only one that didn't look on the verge of death at the moment, and obviously it had to be the one she'd rather not be the one to kill.
... time to save the leader. Or the person standing in between attacker and target, anyway.
Flames licked the inside of her throat, and she spat the flames at the one pointing his gun at Edward and Rose.
Of course the flames had to miss.
Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
Protect the Kits.
Edward tried to sit up, his wounded shoulder protesting nastily at him. He hissed, managing to sit up by using his metal arm as a support. His head throbbed, but he ignored it. He'd been hurt so much worse before, why was he being such a pansy now? Surely the loss of two limbs in one night was worse than this.
Finally managing to stagger to his feet, blood rushing from both the head and shoulder wound, he smiled. He could teach these guards a lesson.
Kill the Threat.
Gladly.
Edward hissed, and a strange blackness enveloped the blade of his auto-mail. He burst forward, swerving past Rose, narrowly avoiding toppling over, and dug the blade in the chest of the one pointing a gun at them. The man shot a few times, but missed, the bullets digging harmlessly into the wall, before he slid off Edward's blade.
The boy staggered on his feet for a moment, then pitched forward, eyes shut.
Edward tried to sit up, his wounded shoulder protesting nastily at him. He hissed, managing to sit up by using his metal arm as a support. His head throbbed, but he ignored it. He'd been hurt so much worse before, why was he being such a pansy now? Surely the loss of two limbs in one night was worse than this.
Finally managing to stagger to his feet, blood rushing from both the head and shoulder wound, he smiled. He could teach these guards a lesson.
Kill the Threat.
Gladly.
Edward hissed, and a strange blackness enveloped the blade of his auto-mail. He burst forward, swerving past Rose, narrowly avoiding toppling over, and dug the blade in the chest of the one pointing a gun at them. The man shot a few times, but missed, the bullets digging harmlessly into the wall, before he slid off Edward's blade.
The boy staggered on his feet for a moment, then pitched forward, eyes shut.
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Nope
hopefully back??
- Pronoun
- any
(( Kits?? D:< ))
Tuxa held her right shoulder tight still. You will pay... She thought. Rage building. Why couldn't she be free? She didn't want to live her life in some kinda jail. She didn't want to continue being such a... freak. Though, her new powers, to move things by just looking at it, to control power that no normal alchemist could, they were useful.
Then, something hit her stomach, and Tuxa fell on her knees. She looked up, a guard with a gun had kicked, he probably thought he had control over me then, on the floor, helpless. But Tuxa wasn't helpless, she had special powers.
Her gem glowed red again under her hood, and the man suddenly fell flat on the floor. The glow disappeared again. Tuxa punched him hard in the face, and there could be heard a small "krack". His nose began to bleed. Tuxa had broken it.
"Ha." Tuxa stood up, still holding her right shoulder. How it hurt, was there nothing she could do to make the pain milder?
Tuxa held her right shoulder tight still. You will pay... She thought. Rage building. Why couldn't she be free? She didn't want to live her life in some kinda jail. She didn't want to continue being such a... freak. Though, her new powers, to move things by just looking at it, to control power that no normal alchemist could, they were useful.
Then, something hit her stomach, and Tuxa fell on her knees. She looked up, a guard with a gun had kicked, he probably thought he had control over me then, on the floor, helpless. But Tuxa wasn't helpless, she had special powers.
Her gem glowed red again under her hood, and the man suddenly fell flat on the floor. The glow disappeared again. Tuxa punched him hard in the face, and there could be heard a small "krack". His nose began to bleed. Tuxa had broken it.
"Ha." Tuxa stood up, still holding her right shoulder. How it hurt, was there nothing she could do to make the pain milder?
Sylph
Take me to Wonderland
Before Fang could even blink, a battle arose around him. Edwards was shot, ohters were in danger, and now the Mustang girl was shooting fire towards the guards around Ed.
perfect.
He presses his back against the wall and starts to activate the circles engraved in his bracelets, transforming the silver into a single sword in one hand and a small dagger in the other. He lunges forward at a guard close to him and slices through his arm, stabbing the dagger into his heart.
"Ba-bastard!"
Fang grins a wicked grin at the guard, a small lit in his voice.
"Since birth, Boy-o"
He pushes the guard off, picking up the gun and slipping it into his shirt. He then turns to check on Edward in time to see the golden boy fly through the air with a black blade.
Not bad...not bad
perfect.
He presses his back against the wall and starts to activate the circles engraved in his bracelets, transforming the silver into a single sword in one hand and a small dagger in the other. He lunges forward at a guard close to him and slices through his arm, stabbing the dagger into his heart.
"Ba-bastard!"
Fang grins a wicked grin at the guard, a small lit in his voice.
"Since birth, Boy-o"
He pushes the guard off, picking up the gun and slipping it into his shirt. He then turns to check on Edward in time to see the golden boy fly through the air with a black blade.
Not bad...not bad
Leviathan
Bracken Horror
((Wow, this's the fourth RP post I've made today (fifth if you count the one I made just before going back to bed past midnight. It's been quite a while since I was this active.))
"Karae, my name is Evan Strauss." After receiving the altered cup, he transformed it back to its original form, which was then attached to the other end of the spear. He twirled the weapon around experimentally; it was fairly lightweight, yet he could tell it was just as strong and durable as before. "As a State Alchemist it is my duty to protect the citizens of this nation who are unable to protect themselves. At the moment, that citizen is you." He shoved the spear into the ground again; this time it thrummed and vibrated for a few seconds before settling to a stop. "Take this, you'll probably need it far more than I will."
He turned to the door and gripped onto the handle firmly. "You see, Karae, Fullmetal's strength lies in his ability to morph metal, especially his own automail arms. But as such, he must rely on close-ranged attacks when forced into a direct conflict. That is what gives me strength." He opened the door again, this time with a far more confident stance. The scene that opened up to him was a massacre; all of the guards still in the hallway were either dead or gravely injured, but a good number of his comrades were in pretty bad condition themselves. He had just arrived as Edward himself collapsed, a serious bullet wound in his shoulder and a guard impaled on his arm (which was currently in the form of a sword). "Now if only there was someone upon which to demonstrate that strength."
"Karae, my name is Evan Strauss." After receiving the altered cup, he transformed it back to its original form, which was then attached to the other end of the spear. He twirled the weapon around experimentally; it was fairly lightweight, yet he could tell it was just as strong and durable as before. "As a State Alchemist it is my duty to protect the citizens of this nation who are unable to protect themselves. At the moment, that citizen is you." He shoved the spear into the ground again; this time it thrummed and vibrated for a few seconds before settling to a stop. "Take this, you'll probably need it far more than I will."
He turned to the door and gripped onto the handle firmly. "You see, Karae, Fullmetal's strength lies in his ability to morph metal, especially his own automail arms. But as such, he must rely on close-ranged attacks when forced into a direct conflict. That is what gives me strength." He opened the door again, this time with a far more confident stance. The scene that opened up to him was a massacre; all of the guards still in the hallway were either dead or gravely injured, but a good number of his comrades were in pretty bad condition themselves. He had just arrived as Edward himself collapsed, a serious bullet wound in his shoulder and a guard impaled on his arm (which was currently in the form of a sword). "Now if only there was someone upon which to demonstrate that strength."
allitersonance
Banned
Marisa frowned as Edward staggered to his feet (he shouldn't be doing that) and ran at the man (that shouldn't happen), stabbing him in what was probably the heart (impossible). Then Edward toppled over on top of the corpse, apparently out cold.
Then something struck the back of her knee, and with a hiss, she went down, kneeling and wincing and turning around. Instead of another handgun, though, the large man behind her raised a fist, and slammed it into the side of her head.
With a scream, she fell forward, head hitting the ground hard and probably cracking. Her ears were ringing and the world seemed to be spinning around her, even though she felt the floor firmly beneath her. The man continued forward, and she shut her eyes, wondering if she was going to die.
Of course not.
But the flames were fuming at the thought of being beaten back, and wished to burst forth, enveloping the man in their fiery embrace and turning him to ashes. There wouldn't be much of a way to do that, though, not if she wanted to be smart about it and think even a little into the future. She could have sworn the flames growled at her, but she was too bust trying to figure out how to survive. The only thing she could really move was her tail, so she lashed out with three of them, hoping they were strong enough to do anything.
One tail, suddenly hard and strong as metal, smashed through one of the man's legs and shattered the other. With a scream of his own, he went down beside her, bleeding from each leg, though more profusely from his left. The other half of his left leg wasn't far from hers.
That'd show him to approach a fallen opponent.
Dizzily, she moved to a crouch, waiting for the world to stabilise, and looked back at the tails waving in the air behind her. They looked completely normal, but she thought that one of the tails had been glowing.
Shaking her head (bad idea, as it made her dizzy all over again), she struggled to stand once more. Her stomach was aching, as was one leg and her head, but she could keep going. She wouldn't have been able to normally, but it was probably because of her new form.
Marisa slammed a heel into the man's face, but that wasn't the best idea, either - his head was rather hard. She winced and looked around, ears swiveling again; this time, she was intent on not being caught off-guard.
Then something struck the back of her knee, and with a hiss, she went down, kneeling and wincing and turning around. Instead of another handgun, though, the large man behind her raised a fist, and slammed it into the side of her head.
With a scream, she fell forward, head hitting the ground hard and probably cracking. Her ears were ringing and the world seemed to be spinning around her, even though she felt the floor firmly beneath her. The man continued forward, and she shut her eyes, wondering if she was going to die.
Of course not.
But the flames were fuming at the thought of being beaten back, and wished to burst forth, enveloping the man in their fiery embrace and turning him to ashes. There wouldn't be much of a way to do that, though, not if she wanted to be smart about it and think even a little into the future. She could have sworn the flames growled at her, but she was too bust trying to figure out how to survive. The only thing she could really move was her tail, so she lashed out with three of them, hoping they were strong enough to do anything.
One tail, suddenly hard and strong as metal, smashed through one of the man's legs and shattered the other. With a scream of his own, he went down beside her, bleeding from each leg, though more profusely from his left. The other half of his left leg wasn't far from hers.
That'd show him to approach a fallen opponent.
Dizzily, she moved to a crouch, waiting for the world to stabilise, and looked back at the tails waving in the air behind her. They looked completely normal, but she thought that one of the tails had been glowing.
Shaking her head (bad idea, as it made her dizzy all over again), she struggled to stand once more. Her stomach was aching, as was one leg and her head, but she could keep going. She wouldn't have been able to normally, but it was probably because of her new form.
Marisa slammed a heel into the man's face, but that wasn't the best idea, either - his head was rather hard. She winced and looked around, ears swiveling again; this time, she was intent on not being caught off-guard.
Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
(( @ Baku: :D; what?))
Edward lay motionless atop his fallen foe, blood oozing nastily from his wounds onto the already bloody body of the small boy. He didn't look like he'd be moving much for a while.
The large crowd of guards that had started out there had thinned down no almost none, and the only living ones were very badly hurt. There weren't any more sounds like feet coming down the hall, either. The group was more or less alone.
Edward lay motionless atop his fallen foe, blood oozing nastily from his wounds onto the already bloody body of the small boy. He didn't look like he'd be moving much for a while.
The large crowd of guards that had started out there had thinned down no almost none, and the only living ones were very badly hurt. There weren't any more sounds like feet coming down the hall, either. The group was more or less alone.