Black House (CVnU: Gothic Gangland Location)

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"What happened?"

It was a question Gothic City, and perhaps the world, would wonder in the time to come. The denizens of the shanty town – those left alive – would wonder. Some as friends or family members vanished in right front of them, others who would wake up with nothing but a hole where loved ones used to be. The League of Shadows would wonder. What had their new master planned? Had she planned it all? All her heroism, her rules and reforms, an interdict against killing chief among them, only for her to vanish into the complex and then...this? What happened? Had she been the cause? And if so, why?

And Abigail Aensland would wonder. She would review the night, re-living every agonising moment of it over and over for the rest of her life. And she would wonder, why? But in her mind, she felt she knew exactly what happened.

I screwed up.

In one instant she felt in total control – like never before, sure she had a plan to drop Satar and leave him open for capture so she could force him to answer for his crimes. The next, control slipped away. Quickly it happened, but in slow motion she perceived it. The beating in her chest, heart pounding overtime to pump oxygenated blood to the necessary areas, straining ever-harder with the extensive use of her power and under duress of her body's own collective injuries. Every beat resonated through her body until she felt it in her head and her eyes and her fingertips. Blood poured from her head wound, burning her eye, and she became lightheaded, but still she strained. Herself as the only force containing the destructive waves of her arrow, in the split-second before the world came crumbling, she felt it all slipping away. And then—

—nothing.

It was dark. Everything hurt. She couldn't see anything, but knew already that she'd lost control over her mutation and failed to contain the damage as she wanted. It was bad. But how bad? Buried under the wreckage, the veteran hero pulled herself along the ground by her right arm, using solid debris as anchor-points. Searching for an opening where the weight might be light enough that she could push her way out. She saw no traces of light, not even faint. Yet somehow, each cold hard stone brought her comfort. It was best like that; she knew what else there was, but didn't want to think it. If she didn't feel it she could live in-between, in a state of being where it might not have happened that way. The rocks on her hands brought her comfort...

–until she grasped something soft, sticky, with a telling firmness underneath.

"Oh God, please no..."

Her voice cracked. She'd been in a warzone before. She knew the smell, and she knew what they felt like.

Grunting, she reached down, taking an arrow from her quiver. Driving it into the concrete heap over her, the imparted twenty-five tons of pure kinetic force pulverised everything in its path, shining a full spotlight on Abigail and her mistake.

Thin, almost skeletal features he had. A dirty face half-covered in blood, just like hers. Pale white skin and dark brown hair. Blue eyes wide open in shock, just like hers. Gaping-mouthed expression, all fear and pain and confusion, just like hers. But the spark of life was absent, unlike hers.

Underneath a blood mask her face ran pale. She strained for shallow breaths, unable to breath deep, gritted her teeth and fought to keep from crying aloud. She no longer vomited at the sight of them, but they—fresh bodies—still made her sick to her stomach.

Worse still was the fact that this time, it was her. She looked around, at so much destruction and death, knowing there was so much more she didn't see, and knew that she, Abigail Aensland, had been responsible. Every single person dead, and every one buried in the rubble. Abigail Aensland killed them all. All her life there had been a fine line separating her from those unscrupulous individuals – Charlemagne and Amaranth and Ivana, and all the others – who sacrificed others in pursuit of their aims, and she'd crossed it in an instant with a three-finger release.

"It was an accident...So sorry. So so sorry. I'm so...sor..." She mouthed the words, but no sound would come out.

Abby sat on her knees, silent tears stinging both cheeks, completely unaware of the looming threat called "Sahi." But, thanks to her father's "final gift," she was not without defence. Her primary mutation granted her direct access to the abstract fields of probability and reality, allowing her influence over the immaterial as well the as physical plane; but she was also possessed of secondary mutation, that which surrounded her body with an aura-like bounded field. All her life, unbeknownst to the girl herself, Abby had been given a natural resistance to both natural and unnatural effects upon her body—including magic, other reality warpers, and esoteric infringements upon her life. If nothing else, the Time Siphon would find feeding on Atticus's daughter much more difficult than usual; at worst, her attempts at draining would backfire in a nasty way. In all, she would've been better off driving a knife into the stunned Shaytan's chest.

Nikademus, for his noble efforts, would find no aid from his sister, not then and there. Locked in a state of pure shock, arrhythmic heartbeats caused her body to quiver, but Abigail remained otherwise nonresponsive, muttering incoherent apologies to those who would never hear it anyway.

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Oh my...

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@arquitenens:

@apex_: @satar: @nikademus: @arquitenens: @damien_bonaparte:

Sahi was focused on feeding when the incantation was made. She found her concentration suddenly broken a half a heartbeat before she would have feasted and fell to one knee suddenly. She deactivated her Temporal Blade. Time Siphons often cheated sleep because they hated it and Sahi was no exception...her hatred for sleeping was intense. When your memory was a series of broken shards floating around in a void sleep was a dangerous thing. Memories would flit in and out the sleep cycle as half remembered nightmares, ghosts of the pasts only partially understood by the dreamer. In short...sleep for a Time Siphon was a terrifying experience comparable to waking from the absolute worst of nightmares with the assurance, not the fear, that one would experience it again next time they slept.

Nikademus had no idea how much anger he generated in Sahi with his incantation. Normally she didn't make combat personal but that line had just been crossed. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do now to take out her rage. She now hated Nikademus. "One day..." She said in a quiet voice. "I'm going to find you." She promised him. "And I'm going to break you." She added. She used some of her newly gained temporal energy to resist the urge to fall asleep but it was a temporary measure, one that would falter once combat was over and force her into a world of unending nightmares for an agonizing eight hours.

Sahi used the temporal energy to reverse the process she had initiated before and actually slowed down the flow of time, not for her actions but for her internal organs and cell structures. Her body was shutting down for sleep but it would take much longer now. Unfortunately though she was now effectively out of the fight, all she could do was defend herself, anything else would take too much concentration. She forced herself to her feet and reactivated her blade in case anyone was foolish enough to get too close. Then she spotted her, Aensland...sitting there. The feeding would have proven difficult, not impossible, but difficult, unfortunately of course she was distracted before she could find that out.

Sahi walked wearily over to the faltering hero and looked down at her. She looked around for the first time, seeing the bodies now as well. She'd actually not even noticed them. She made a motion with her hand to try and suggest to Satar to give her a moment with the hero before he made another move at her. Sahi had been in this moment before, she could remember echos of it from her last nightmare but didn't really understand it. She looked down at her quietly, less than a foot away and easily within striking range.

(no worries, sending you a PM though. I moved my post to take place after the above post because I didn't know it was coming and I'd really like to respond to her.)

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@timesiphon: (that ending was actually really unexpected and compassionate. naturally Nik is going to think you're attacking :P)

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Alright. I have something.

*Hops onto another alt.*

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@nikademus:

(No one understands inner pain more than a Time Siphon. Sahi won't kill her now.)

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I just got a little confuddled for a moment.

Re-processing...

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Oh! I see everything now.

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Sahi walked wearily over to the faltering hero and looked down at her. She looked around for the first time, seeing the bodies now as well. She'd actually not even noticed them. She made a motion with her hand to try and suggest to Satar to give her a moment with the hero before he made another move at her. Sahi had been in this moment before, she could remember echos of it from her last nightmare but didn't really understand it. She looked down at her quietly, less than a foot away and easily within striking range.

Meanwhile I'm just waiting for Satar to go "fluff that noise" and start dropping lantern bombs on everybody.

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#462  Edited By Renn_Kelen

@timesiphon:@satar: @nikademus: @arquitenens: @damien_bonaparte:@timesiphon@renn_kelen

One moment the intergalactic mercenary had been executing a target, his sights solely aimed upon the devious Frenchman. The next, the entire infrastructure and integrity of the surrounding location had been catastrophically comprised. Shit.

"Careful"

He grunt, veering away from the Bonaparte with the aid of his jet-pack, the gyro-stabilizers and on board heads-up display of his helmet working in tandem to ensure his safe passage through the hostile maze of falling debris, swerving left, right, up and down before his computer picked up the close proximity of a downed fighter, barely responsive and thoroughly wounded both in mind and body.

The Huntsman watched on, silently as he let himself down, feet barely touching the ground with no more than a whisper, as he gently unholstered his pistol and placed it behind the Time Siphon's head, if he hadn't been spotted. "Careful," his gnarly voice interrupted the moment, "this one's got an insurance policy."

The tip of his blaster dug into the back of the Siphon's head. "Unless someone places a bounty on your head in the next few minutes, I don't have any reason to kill you." He paused, watching the psychologically beaten Aensland. "Yet."

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I'll post something quick since you all are hyped as hell by the looks of it. >.>

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#465  Edited By Renn_Kelen

@damien_bonaparte: Sometimes quick-trigger posting has to be enabled, some events people take days, and in the same event, people can take minutes/hours depending on what happens :P

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Oh, what? I'm totally, most definitely not putting off sleep after topping yesterday off with an overnight shift followed by direct-to-exam travel and last-minute post-refining, certainly not just to read all of everybody's word-art. No way!

Okay you guys have been doing fantastic and I've been excited. I even put off attempted studying just so I could write a post to get back to you. You guys are funner than studying. And debatably funner than sleeping!

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@renn_kelen: Okay. Funnily enough, I assumed they were like some high-tech crossbow bolts the first time I read your post. :D

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@renn_kelen: @timesiphon: @arquitenens: @nikademus: @satar: @apex_:

The spontaneous assault of the Aensland Archer and Satar's own unyielding vocality brought the ceiling crashing down on the hall, forcing those like the Aensland Acrobat to adjust their route and avoid the falling debris. Damien's own post was incidentally nigh-perfect as his covert tactics made him prowl around the doorway and thus the crumbling roof posed little threat to his life. With his infrared vision he pierced the thick smoke around him and watched the fight develop in front of him to carefully evaluate his next course of action.

"Thus it is that in war the victorious strategist only seeks battle after the victory has been won, whereas he who is destined to defeat first fights and afterwards looks for victory."

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Sun Tzu's immortal mantra immediately reverberated inside The Frenchman's mindscape as a new brash variable descended onto the scene; the trail of his jetpack shining so blindingly in the IR spectrum. And so did the Bounty Hunter's attack, the two bolts of superheated plasma. Dodging energy attacks is often nigh-impossible for a mere mortal as the superluminal velocity of all radiation far exceeds the avarage human reaction time, such attacks are virtually instant. However, energy so intensely accumulated and compacted needs to be artificially reaccelerated to maintain the projectile's structure.

This speed difference, as inconsequential by the human standard as it may be, allowed Damien just enough time to issue an evasive movement in the form of a cartwheel. The first bolt couldn't have been avoided, his suit's protective field of electrostatic managed to disperse most of the damage, the remainder mildly disrupting the form of Damien's gymnastics. The second bolt was avoided, the evasive move barely moving Damien's head out of the way but temporarily rendering Damien's left eye blind as it whizzed by his head and singed his retina.

"...nor very professional."

Brow obviously formed into a frown, he scoffingly added to the hunter's prior braggadacio as he regained firm footing. The hunter had already retreated, but the Savant of Systema wasn't inclined on letting the man remain unharmed. Visualizing his foe's revealed arsenal from a distance, Damien assumed the man a ranged fighter and formed a retaliation tactic that included the other female archer that had appeared. Satar's survival was instrumental, for now.

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Three smart-stars slid into the grip of his right hand from below, dispensed by his high-tech vambrace. These were amazingly adaptive weapons, capable of being programmed into performing a wide variety of functions through subtle press of the finger. The ones currently about to be thrown? Proximity stun. Recruiting his Achillean strength, Damien graciously launched them in two directions. The first two were aimed to the sides of Kelen's head and the third was meant to intercept Apex's arrow mid flight. Once near their mark they would simply detonate with around 500lbs of force, more than enough to knock a grown man out but also just enought to subtly change the trajectory of a projectile.

Immediately after, Damien strode out after switching his blades and acrobatically ascended along a nearby pillar before rebounding to perform a set of laches on the remains of the roof's steel supports and launch himself at Renn Kelen. He sought not only to use his momentum and drop down on him but also to embed the hyper-vibrated blade of his katana, Wailing, in his throat.

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@timesiphon: @damien_bonaparte: @arquitenens: @nikademus: @apex_ (Hope that was fine! If not, tell me and I'll edit some things)

In the air, the dust and concrete from shattered buildings and rubble came together with the cruel stench of bloodied corpses to form thick and toxic clouds that hung in the air with prominence. Black House had been destroyed, mostly reduced to ashes. What had been left standing lied in a poisonous fog that blocked the moon's lurid glow. Cracks and fissures marred the broken streets paved in sand, fissures that widened, then broke, collapsing more of the shanty town after each second. Soon, there would be nothing. And yet, Satar remained at ease. The Brahma Brotherhood was an international faction, it's influence expanding far beyond the borders of Gothic City. It had unofficially seized control of Spain's Andalusian region.

All it needed was to establish it's government and hope that it's claim would go unchallenged. It held bases of operations across the globe, and with Black House on the verge of annihilation, the most prominent lied in Libya. With Konite-infused rebel fighters and King Aventus' resources bolstering their power, and with Kelly Coltaine having been medically suspended from her presidential campaign due to his attack, Satar's confidence was at an all-time high. Somewhere in his shattered kingdom, the World Eater held himself in earnest. His wounds were grave, his flesh bloodied and torn apart, his bones aching and cracked, his entire body ringing in a pain that was all too familiar to a warrior of his experience. But it did not matter. He was done here. Bigger things lied on the horizon.

His power ring hugged his index finger, an emerald film radiating all about his mountainous frame. His eyes, burning with a luminous green, surveyed his surroundings. Black House had been left in shambles. The armory had been destroyed, it's weapons crushed into powder by the weight of a falling city. The shanty town's stockpile of Konite, destroyed. It didn't matter. Under his 'Amin Karrit' persona, he was a senior partner of Empire International; the premier source of Konite. His veins swelled and glowed green while his chest heaved at the sight of the Raysh al-Shaytan and the acrobat, Nikademus. The World Eater strode forward, his air of taciturn aggression, his domineering presence suffocating the atmosphere. He'd intended to capture the acrobat. He'd ordered his forces to do so.

Whether they succeeded or not was entirely up to them. The Brahma Brotherhood's Mad Dogs and Black Reapers were to capture the acrobat, while the Konite rebel fighters and Kamikaze Kings were to accompany Satar and transport as many of the League's assassins they could capture by abusing their overwhelming, superior numbers. Abruptly, his senses came alive, alerting him to the electric fields of a distant figure's muscle fibers. Someone was moving, intent on attacking. His senses had pinpointed her, and his eyes vaguely recognized the silhouette of an archer. The archer that had twice caught him by surprise with the sting of an arrow. Not this time. The Frenchman sprung to action, eliminating any need for the World Eater himself to retaliate. Instead, Satar returned his attention to the Aensland siblings.

"Formally relinquish control of the League of Shadows"

He strode towards them, but did not seem intent on slaying them. Not out of some humane desire to appease Sahi's request. But he did so for a strategic purpose; to wrestle control of the League of Shadows from the Raysh al-Shaytan, and to further break her mentally and morally. His eyes were cold, and his stare intense and ruthless. His voice echoed, it's bass and thick, Lebanese inflection carrying his words. "Formally relinquish control of the League of Shadows. They are to follow me now. All of the League's resources are to be mine. Of the captured League assassins, I will execute one for each day you delay your decision. You have forty-eight hours before their coffins fall on your conscience", he told her. "This is the point of no return, Raysh al-Shaytan".

With Black House in ruins, Satar, his forces, and should they have been captured, the League's infiltrating assassins, would disappear, teleported to their Libyan base by the power of the lone Konite-infused teleporter among his cronies. Satar was no longer in any condition to do battle.

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@satar: awesome post as per usual

@renn_kelen: loving the new Fett of cv by the way Pyro

@damien_bonaparte: I'm not sure how effective a thrown item is against a Mach twenty five small projectile but still that was a slick post lol and I'll find a way to role with its success :)

@arquitenens: lovely post as usual. Might be fun seeing these two retreat to the same place or meet up later

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@damien_bonaparte: I'm not sure how effective a thrown item is against a Mach twenty five small projectile but still that was a slick post lol and I'll find a way to role with its success :)

I tried to describe it as Damien calculating the arrow's trajectory and then changing it with the detonation... In retrospect it wasn't my brightest moment :D

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@satar: heard you were on your way out figured if I can find my writing mojo back I should try and get a few interactions in :)

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@marcos_tempesta: @apex_:

It actually could be pretty effective :P

You would be surprised how people have thought to counter it. An early detonation of a H.E.A.T round would be bad and the explosive could legitimately turn the arrow, since the explosively launched projectile moves mach 25 and not the arrow itself. There are actually some countermeasures that do the same thing in production.

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@satar: Uh, yeah, I have an edit request. Just a tiny one. That last request? I'mna need you to not ruin my girl any further. Get rid of the ultimatum. That's too tough a choice!

Serious, though? You and @damien_bonaparte: Both y'all's posts were great. It's a pleasure working with you.

Damn. I'm kinda sad it's ending.

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@arquitenens: Thanks! At first the post was just going to have Satar attack whoever regardless of Sahi's request but then I remembered, Satar's not the Brahma Bull. He has a method to everything, a purpose behind everything and I thought that ultimatum really captured the kind of difference between the two, it just felt so... Satar, LOL.

It's all part of a grander narrative that ends with Abigail kicking Satar's ass ;P

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@arquitenens: Don't you compliment me, I can't deal with that kind of privilige.

Thanks, though the honor is all mine. To be writing with RP vets is worth it by itself.

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I should have a post after work, glad I managed to worm my return into a great rp

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@satar: That was very good! Unexpected! But when I read the post [the gif stuck out so I saw the ultimatum as I was coming down on reading] it clicked and it made immediate sense, and it was perfect. I honestly have no idea what's going to happen.

I have no idea how she even picks up a bow right now...Okay, I have a couple of ideas that would involve subterfuge to take him down, but right now I have no idea how she even gets to the point where she's willing to pick up a bow and put herself in that situation. This hits on the level of...a personal crisis. In a single instant, a miscalculation and a bit of inability - and just a terribly miscalculated plan - she didn't just become a killer. This is someone who's spent her entire life avoiding this, thinking herself better because she upheld certain ideals and had a certain conduct. Never taken a single life. In a single instant - three fingers - and she's not just a killer; she's a mass murderer. [Or a mass manslaughterer?] You've got people who step over that line, then you've got her clearing the line like an Olympic gold medallist at the long jump. I'm still toying with giving it up, if only for a little while.

But no way would I bequeath the league to you! Nika would be in charge.

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#485  Edited By TimeSiphon

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Sahi found herself teleported and shut off her blade. She put the weapon back on her belt and nodded slightly to Satar who was standing near by. "Things are going well for you..." She said. She walked over to him and traced the outline of an injury with one of her fingers. "Injuries aside. I wish I had the power to heal these but the years it would take have exceeded what I have to offer." Sahi knew better than to suggest he take some time off to recover but hoped he might get the suggestion from her words anyway.

Sahi walked away from him for a moment, considering their new situation. If only the Key of Time would open for me. "I'll see if I can find you a doctor with advanced medical equipment, someone that can be trusted. Your will to fight inspires your men but we both know there is a limit at which point wounds can become a strategic weak point. Imagine what you could accomplish at full health. I've been keeping an eye on you since I joined your forces, on your health specifically. Your temporal line is in flux, the point of your death is no longer fixed." It was a caution. As a Time Siphon she knew when everyone she encountered was going to die (barring something changing it) and how they would die. She had known Satar's fate from the moment she encountered him but now it was in flux, which meant he was putting his health at greater risk than fate originally had in store.

"Let me act in your stead while you heal." Sahi said after a moment. "Only as your voice, the weight of your words would be behind it, everyone would know who was really in charge." Though it could be viewed as a power play, Sahi was not making such a move. Someone as perceptive as Satar would be aware of that, if Sahi ever decided to make a power play it would be much different and involve one of them dying. She smirked a little, realizing something. "Your enemies would start rumors of your death, it could make for an effective trap."

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@arquitenens: High praise, thank you :)

This should be interesting for every party involved. There are so many potential narrative directions this could take. Can't wait to see what happens. Right? That's what I was thinking about the most. That it wasn't just Abby unintentionally breaking her no-kill rule by killing one person, but it was a large group of people.

Haha, this should be fun.

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The Huntsman readily held his blaster to the Temporal Knight's head, having already forgotten about his prior foe...

…That was, until his 360° vision locked onto a projectile speeding towards his position at alarming speeds, instinctively, he spun around with a swivel of the foot and fired a single shot, detonating one of the explosives and watching as the shockwave ripped through the air, his heads-up-display simultaneously analyzing the effects of the blast and instantly theorizing the impact it would have upon his person.

In tandem, his HUD observed what would be the Frenchman acrobatically assailing towards his position with his own mighty body, propelled via nothing more than a skilled and artful display of gymnastic galore, having already inadvertently painted the picture for Renn Kelen’s hopeful escape.

This’ll hurt…

With an instinctual flinch, the Child of Terreno felt the explosive collide with his Beskar-made helmet, Beskar being one of the most robust metals in existence, almost mistakable for ceramic in its appearance. The 500lb blast and all of its concussive force combined with the actual heat of the explosion battered the paint away from the helmet, if not for Renn being absolutely sealed from the outside world; his head would now be unceremoniously covering the ruins and become just another pile of indistinguishable red blood.

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As this all took place, his HUD and mind was elsewhere. Utilizing the 360° vision awarded to him by his priceless helmet, noticing that during the assault against Renn, the Frenchman had fired a third, non-related projectile at someone else… This only meant his full attention was not upon Renn 100%, and this would help.

He then caught sight of @arquitenens without problem. Her state, however, was more than problematic. A full body-scan revealed external bleeding, possible internal bleeding, a numerous collection of fractures and only God knew what else.

He had to act fast, within milliseconds Damien would approach and surely implement the gift of death upon Abigail given the chance. Damien had shown an allegiance to forces working against the League of Shadows. Without haste, Renn both raised his blaster and enacted his jet-pack to it's maximum velocity, blasting a whole through any obstacles which stood in his away above and heading upwards, at the same time, his left arm outstretched downwards as a metal coil fired from under his forearm, hoping to tangle itself around Damien's nearest foot and ensnare him, lifting the would-be assassin into the air and...

...BAM!

Instantly stopping in place, the Huntsman's jet-pack kept him still like a wasp hovering within the air, however, hopefully Damien had been tangled within the ultra-durable coil and even though Renn had stopped, Damien's inertia from being rocketed upwards at blistering speeds had not, the bounty hunter then spun within the air and tried to direct the assassin... Through the hole in the ceiling he had just created, practically removing him from the battle.

Regardless of the consequences; Renn had no time to spare.

Tilting himself downwards like a bull rearing to charge, his jet-pack roared into motion once more, pushing him through the air at eye-watering speeds as his 360° view kept a constant watch for any assailant obstacles, the Huntsman had been given a task and that was to ensure the survival of the Raysh al-Shaytan. Nothing. Nothing would stand in his way -- Not even Abigail.

A dexterous grasp outwards and the Last Child of Terreno would attempt to swoop down and grasp the physiologically distracted woman just as Satar vanished. If he had not failed in his bid, Renn Kelen would instantly fire a missile from his jet-pack and find an exit path, prior to speeding off into the distance with the injured Raysh al-Shaytan in his arms.

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So many plans, so much uncertainty...

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Gambler gonna come back like "o_O Waddafuq?"

Now I'm almost not even sure if it's up to me or the people fighting who gets to have her.

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Gambler gonna come back like "o_O Waddafuq?"

Now I'm almost not even sure if it's up to me or the people fighting who gets to have her.

Whoo where'd this dude come from (:P)
Whoo where'd this dude come from (:P)

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@nikademus: I'll tell you a secret... Who he really is.

THE HORSE INVASION.

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@arquitenens said:

Gambler gonna come back like "o_O Waddafuq?"

Now I'm almost not even sure if it's up to me or the people fighting who gets to have her.

Whoo where'd this dude come from (:P)
Whoo where'd this dude come from (:P)

Took me a moment....then I laughed so hard I choked.

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@timesiphon: @damien_bonaparte: @renn_kelen: @nikademus: @arquitenens: @satar:

An arrow or gunshot in Gothic was a sound so faint even some of the loudest or more powerful would barely go noticed in the city flooded by such noise and worse. The arrow moved like a bullet thanks to the exoskeleton its sleek obsidian shaft passing through the night as if it were apart of the sky itself. Masked further more by the lingering storm clouds ever present in Gothic and the smoke of the ruins. Spotting the arrow therefor was no simple feet, made eve the more challenging by the more pressing conflict before the people in play. For all the elements in her favor however there was an undisputed truth of a weakness in the arrow of choice. The payload wasn't guidance reliance was on its speed. Once the small copper propellant was dispensed it would move in an almost purely straight line from origin to target. Move the arrow before releasing payload and the arrow would miss. The opposition in play did just that.

Timing of the action was astounding the projectile sent toward the arrow at just the right moment. Intercepting action made avoiding all possible variables that might change the outcome. Her arrow was swayed of course just as it released the shaped charge and so the HEAT projectile raced to a location of irrelevance. Alex was no stranger to missing or her arrows being blocked or ineffective given the world being rich with the extrordinary. Having her arrow countered in flight by another projectile was a new experience. This supporter of Satar had done the impossible and won the Maverick soldier's respect. No time for admiration however as the brotherhood was moving and as a teleporter herself she could tell what was coming next within the few moments.

Loading her silent pistols with Tracker amo and crafting small portals Alex made an attempt to shoot several members of the gang turned militant faction. The bullets in question were but small pellets of dark colored paint. They'd hit with a force likely unfelt given the thick garb common amongst the Brotherhood. Dark paint would also in theory be hard to distinguish on the dark and filthy clothes of the opposing faction. If successful though then she, those she aligned with and perhaps even Maverick could find Satar and retaliate instead of awaiting his next action.

As for the present as the followers of the beast departed Alex made her entry. Teleporting before the other archer and raising a rift in hopes of redirecting the bounty hunter. Though moving through the portal wouldn't go far, the distance measurable in feet and still close to the leader of the League of Shadows. Archer of corporation looking to return discarded how on the ground to the archer of heroic gesture. "Sorry I like the bucket head look much as the next girl but I don't think piggy jet pack is ideal transportation."

"All life is precious but if your going to weep do it for those who lost loved ones do to the supporters of Satar, not for those who died supporting Satar. Also if you're the non deadly queen of assassins you may want to get as many friends who aren't as hesitant as you can. Satar can't have that league of yours, he's brought enough death already." While supportive of the non lethal choice in tone it was clear Alex saw no other end for Satar beyond a violent one.

(I'm still a bit rusty imo but that'll do)

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@apex_: Nice! It's going to be interesting how these characters' input will affect Abby's decision.

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@satar: thanks ^.^

I wanted Alex to be supportive but also kind of stern cause she's not a no killing type

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@apex_: De nada :)

Makes a lot of sense too. She's a soldier after all.

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@apex_: You know, I'd been waiting on those two to meet since you made her...Now I'm not even a whole Abby when it happens! [Lovely work on your part though!]

I didn't expect this to actually grow - was just supposed to be a little operation thingy [that we were all really just playing by ear, myself included except me because what kinda leader would I be] - and now, as many of our League people dropped out other people just jumped in seamlessly and it felt like a nice bit of nostalgia. And...it all seems to work out! No major issues arose when more people arrived, and that actually surprised me. [Pleasant surprise.]