@vici_aurelius was retconned. Currently doesn't exist in canon yet, not even actually a member of the family.
The Eagle's Nest
@dante_aurelius@raleigh_aurelius@abelle_aurelius@marte_aurelius@david_aurelius@arthur_aurelius (Hope I got everyone. BTW, these guys aren't NPCs. Also, if there's something in the post anyone feels needs changing, holla at me :))
-Nighttime, 1:15 AM-
He'd yet to regain the ability to walk, Satar. Courtesy of a blade driven deep into his midsection, a blade wielded by Lucia Aurelius. Along with the Iron Phantom, she'd come the closest to slaying him. In retaliation, he took her life, but has since remained marred by a scar blemishing his torso and an inability to walk. It had inspired, in the Baabda Beast, a fire fueled by vengeance, against the Aurelius Clan. Everyday his muscle fibers, those that worked, twitched with the murderous desire to pluck out the eyes and snap the necks of every Aurelius, just as he'd done to Lucia. They'd bred the one who set his plans back by a year, and the family would know his wrath.. through his conduit; the Brahma Brotherhood.
Mad Dogs, Kamikaze Kings, and Black Reapers. The Brotherhood's assigned squad consisted of them. All were adorned in black. The Mad Dogs were adorned in onyx hoodies, permanent shadows cast over their 'faces'. The Kamikaze Kings? Black trench coats and gas masks. The Black Reapers? Their attire had always been black. They arrived in the cover of night, camouflaged by their dark attire as they broke off into frontline, support, and suppressive units, the grass of the vegetation just beyond the estate crunching under their boots. Armed with assault rifles, shotguns and sniper rifles, some of modern technology, others more futuristic, the Brotherhood seized their positions. In the patch of wilderness, they assumed their positions. Some lying in the grass, others crouched behind behind bushes, many perched on trees, veiled by leaves and branches, enjoying positions of needed visibility.
Those who found logs rested the length of their rifles on them for stability. The Mad Dogs' sonar came alive, spanning the entire area, and imprinting in their minds knowledge of the Aurelius estate, of the environment beyond it. They sensed every hallway, room etc. and their targets inside. Knowledge, partially shared with the Kamikaze Kings whose numerical precision, the ability to solve mathematical problems through simple intuition, told them of how many Aurelius' lurked in the estate, how many were armed, how many weapons lied in their clan's home, and their exact distance from their targets. They kept their grip light, the butts of their rifles resting in the pockets of their firing shoulders to minimize recoil as they steadied their breathing and controlled their muscles. With the Mad Dogs' constant awareness of their targets' positions, their plan was put in motion. They'd chosen nighttime, it was dark, visibility was limited, and with the Mad Dogs' sonar and the Kamikaze Kings' numerical precision, they felt the sensory advantage was theirs.
Intent on drawing the Aurelius Clan into an ambush, they began, playing on the family's noted reputation as heroes. "Oh God! Oh God somebody help! Please! I don't wanna die!", one of the Kamikaze Kings screamed, his voice frantic, its timbre emotional and terrified. And the Mad Dogs? They used their control over sonar waves to enhance it, the sound of the one Kamikaze King's voice, to echo it loud enough for the Aurelius Clan to hear but not so loud that they would suspect it unnaturally loud for a human in distress. In the darkness they waited, and should their targets emerge, the Kamikaze Kings perched high on tree branches, would ready their sniper rifles and fire. Relying on a semiautomatic fire mode, some rifles relied on powerful electrostatic discharges, firing deadly bolts of electricity intent on snuffing their targets' nervous systems and scorching it dry. While other rifles, holding reservoirs of ferrofluid magnetically drawn into the firing chambers, would expel the ferrofluid at lethal velocities.
Mimicking high-pressure water jets, the propelled ferrofluid could cut through nearly anything, and the rounds sought to cut three feet into their targets. While the snipers sought to intercept any emerging Aurelius' and suppress their movement, those lying in the grass and behind bushes lied in wait for any Aurelius managing to close the distance, they waited until they were drawn close enough for them to ambush them with a storm of shotgun blasts and assault rifles.
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Kai Aurelius's lone figure was illuminated slightly by the moonlight filtering into his room. He lie awake on the king-sized bed, face dark in contemplation. Contemplation of the recent events, of the death of his beloved sister, and the one who snatched the life away from her. He'd returned home, to mourn with his kin, putting his military general in-charge of his kingdom for the time being. There was an emptiness he felt...of Lucia's absence from the world. Sure, he'd spent the majority of his time away from his family, but knowing he would never see the face of his sibling again...left something akin to a gap in his heart. The Esoteric Emperor had sworn vengeance on that day, the day he saw her figure drop lifelessly to the ground, the day a piece of him was stolen, on the one who committed the atrocious act. He was sure of it, their paths would collide, and he would be the one to shove his trident up the monsters ass.
"Oh God! Oh God somebody help! Please! I don't wanna die!" the frantic scream was heard, and, ever the hero, instinctively took hold of his trident and propelled himself out the window, head swiveling around to find the origin of the call; "Stay calm! I'm on my wa-ggarrghg." Pulses of electricity found their way into his body and he instantly regret forsaking his orange vibranium suit, burning his flesh threatening to destroy his nerves as they went through him, and the Aquatic Aurelius winced in pain as one by one they were fired onto him. His trident was brought to the front, and, with extremely fast reflexes he swung it in an effort to intercept the bolts, his trident absorbing the energy and spitting it back out towards his attackers.
"Come out of your hiding and face me cowards!" He spat in disgust, at both his own foolishness and his assailants obvious tactical advantage. Barrages of ferrofluid, propelled at intense velocities sought to rip through his skin pushed him back, slowing his efforts to move forward, Kai owing his survival to the ultra-dense nature of his body. Hands out-stretched towards the water surrounding the estate, and he ripped chunks of water and brought it to his side. While capable of mystically creating his own water, the Esoteric Emperor disliked the strain it placed not only on his mind, but body.
He manipulated the water as he strode forward, the balls intercepting some of the attacks that attempted to keep him back, his sapphire eyes lit in anger and his stroll permeated by the same rage. Bullets grazed his chiseled features, nearly breaking skin but failing to leave any permanent damage on his figure, and eventually he would close the distance, trident raised. Just as he assumed he'd closed the gap, hails of assault rifle fire sprayed him, and shot-gun rounds shoved him back. Through it all, he'd raised his trident and fired beams of lightning that attempted to fry his adversaries. He would continue to do so, acting as a beacon to attract fire for his family, who would hopefully come to his aid. "I can guess who you are! Come forth, Baabda beast! So that I may slay you like the cattle you are!"
"The world is in perpetual chaos, Father."
Dante spoked softly in a seated cross legged position, a violet cloth draped over the golden tunic of his shoulders and down below his waist while his bright blonde locks fell over his eyes. Visions and apparitions of ancestors passed walked in circles around the current Aurelius Patriarch, cross examining the most recently crowned leader of the family and critiquing his explanation of current events. The white room was empty of all objects say for the ghosts and Dante.
"The world was birthed from chaos, and so it shall die in chaos."
One of the few women present said coldly and firmly while gripping a European styled spear. Her warrior robes secured tightly under the crimson and bronze body armor of Caesar's Roman legion.
"The Aurelius of always strived to keep balance in this plane of existence, ever since the grand father escaped his own gladiatorial imprisonment. When one side of the scales were tripped too high, justice or villainy, we had always done our best to bring balance. Regardless of the means."
Dante sighed in acknowledgement. It was a difficult and arduous task to live up to the patriarchs and matriarchs before him, but they failed to realize that times were changing. The world was growing larger and larger. God like beings were sprouting at ever corner of the nations while advanced armies were forming in preparation for war with each other over the simplest of things.
"I understand, Mother Caelina…."
"Good. Then go, and continue our legacy."
He nodded in agreement, but a bit agitated as the all the phantoms bowed simultaneously and dissapated as one. He was torn and an emotional wreck inside despite making every effort he could to keep his powerful emotions in check and calm. His lazurus derived abilities were powered by his emotions, and the stronger he felt, the greater destruction he could cause. His mind was under immense strain as of recent.
The death of his niece Lucia had caused a whirlwind of emotions to swarm in his mind. He took a single day alone to travel to the Antarctic Coast, away from civilization and human lives as a whole. There, he cause untold destruction with his psychic powers to the landscaping and ocean scenery. Sparring with a nonexistent partner and letting all of his rage and sorrow to take hold of his thoughts. Today he returned and spent the entirety of the morning meditating and communicating with spirits long gone, seeking guidance, but finding only solidarity.
Dante nudged the memories of his beloved niece from his mind momentarily, knowing full well what other feelings they would cause to rise. Instead, he stood from his position and walked towards a small outlined square in the wall and pressed his palm against it. The warmth of his palm warming the cybernetic ivory steel that read his fingerprints and DNA sample to allow his exit. With a subtle 'woosh' a secret passage opened before him.
He turned his head back into the room before leaving, hoping or dreaming that Lucia would be trailing behind him as she did when she was a little girl. Eager to learn at the feet of him and anxious to make a name for herself under the Aurelius banner.
"I miss you, Dear."
A tear rolled down his cheek as he turned back to the exit, letting the door to close access to the barren room. He should have been there in Gothic City. Not to fight against the war hungry monster known as Satar. Not to assist in his rampage against the Vengeance Knight either. No. He should have been there to protect Lucia. She was formidable and could defend herself, but it wasn't enough. Not against the Baabda Beast.
"Kai?!"
His mind was alerted by a nearby break in the security perimeter as the sounds of his nephew shouting broke the silence of the villa. Most of the other family members were on journeys of their own, seeking solace in their own hearts and mourning in their own way. Kai returned from his rule under the sea to The Eagle's Nest for reasons of his own….Yet, something was happening. He was being attacked.
Dante sprinted towards the nearest passageway that lead to the outside of the complex and where he had best heard the anger of his family member."
"Kai?!"
He shouted once more, utilizing his psychic abilities to prod the nearby area to sense for any intruder. Finally, his mind picked up the personnel attacking the younger Aurelius while the latter repelled the projectiles with aquatic defenses. Proving even further his eagerness for revenge. Dante didn't hesitate, and instead created a telepathic barrier to intercept the stray rifle rounds while Kai turned to the offensive.
Tempting. It's tempting folks.
Might show up to kill Rae off.
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They'd succeeded, the Brotherhood. Succeeded in drawing out their foes, luring them outside to do battle under the cover of night. Of their fired rounds, only the ferrofluid and electrical streams found home. High caliber gunshots were left to bounce off barriers and made a mockery of. Perched on branches, veiled by bushes, and sunk into thick fields of grass, Mad Dogs, Kamikaze Kings, and Black Reapers alike all held in their palm a perceived tactical advantage. They did battle as interrelated components of a single unit. Their adversaries? The Aurelius Clan? For all their exotic power-sets, they were not tactically cohesive, or so the Brotherhood believed. But their compensation came in the form of raw power.
Beams of lighting surged through the air, drying leaves and scorching the air as they blitzed Kamikaze King after Kamikaze King, dropping a chunk of the Brotherhood's tree-dwelling snipers like slain flies. Their nervous systems yielding, muscle fibers twitching uncontrollably, hearts clamoring then falling rigid, their lives were snuffed. And yet, the Aurelius response had only just begun. In the blackness of night, vision was a luxury few could afford. The Mad Dogs, the Brotherhood's primary means of sensory perception, relied on their sonar to maintain an omnipresent awareness of their foes and surroundings... until beneath them they felt the ground lumber then split open, chunks of rock and soil flinging into the air as nearly half the Mad Dogs were swallowed by the Earth, never to be seen again. Trees were toppled, collapsing on the ground and limiting the number of snipers perched on branches.
Still, their numbers were great. And even greater was the number of trees that still stood. Lest they risk doing unimaginable damage to their own environment, not even half the trees would be collapsed. In the darkness of night, Kamikaze Kings that remained grounded turned round and sought to climb then nearest trees, yet as they turned, adamantium rounds dug deep into their backs, penetrating flesh, spilling their blood and shattering bone. They dropped dead, puddles of blood staining the grass and darkening the soil. Still, the Brahma Brotherhood remained persistent. Their numbers were still significant, and they returned fire, distracting their foes with generic rounds, all the while a lone Mad Dog, crouched behind a bush, the mouth of an RPG (rocket-propelled-grenade) peeking just beyond it, rested the weapon atop a fallen tree trunk for stability, and loaded in a CIF3 (Chlorine Trifluoride) Grenade. Why? They'd noticed something.
The first Aurelius to emerge had conjured water. Significant amounts of it. Chlorine trifluoride reacts violently and explosively with water. And so, the Mad Dog took aim at the Esoteric Emperor and fired. The CIF3 Grenade need not come into contact with the target, it need only detonate near enough for the chlorine trifluoride to come into contact with the water... and explode in a lethal blaze. The hydrolysis reaction with the water was to conjure a gargantuan explosion (intended to shatter all erected barriers by the Aurelius and target them simultaneously) of many things. Of hydrofluoric and hydrochloric acid in a highly acidic steam that would corrode the flesh, and if absorbed through the skin, selectively attack bone, interfere with nerve function, and cause fatal fluorine poisoning. All of which the highly exothermic, acidic explosion sought to accomplish by shattering the targets' barriers and subjecting them first to the cocktail of erupting acid.. then fluorine fire. If they couldn't kill them, they'd at least hope to burn their home down.
More dangerous than fluorine gas, the fluorine fire would burn and grow, consuming and scorching nearly anything, even that which was considered nonflammable, such as concrete, bricks, and sand. It would burn and spread, it would burn things that had already been burned, it would form the previous cocktail of acids on the skin, and it could not be put out with water... it would explode. The Brotherhood's intentions however, were not to slay their enemy in a towering explosion of acid and fluorine fire. No they held confidence in the Aurelius Clan's ability to survive. Instead, their intention was to cause disarray, disorder in the ranks. A disorganized party was an easy target for the remaining snipers atop the trees that were not toppled. Taking aim with their Radioactive Rifles, the Kamikaze Kings fired, and at supersonic velocities, radioactively charged rods encased in magnetic fields were shot.
Along their flight path, the rods consumed up to 50% of their mass, and because of their blitzing velocities and superheated properties, if the previous chlorine trifluoride explosion failed to bring down the Aurelius' barriers, the radioactive rods, capable of penetrating virtually anything, would burn right through them, and halt inside their targets' bodies, burning their organs until cooling off and poisoning them with radiation. With their squad having been considerably thinned by their foes, the Brahma Brotherhood resorted to more aggressive tactics.
Also, I don't feel like letting this interaction die just yet >.> Just a heads up for the baddie.
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It was chaos. Somewhere down below an explosion rocked the foundation of the Aurelius estate, the grounds soon pulled apart by one of their own seeking to weaponize the copper lying down below.
Damn it Abelle, every time...
The enemy's fire only intensified following the Aurelius' initial response, their exotic weaponry, already seemingly impossible to counter, was joined by a new, terrifying weapon. As he kneeled to reload his weapon an accelerated rod of radioactively charged materials scorched its way through the air, breaching the edge of Arceus' telekinetic barriers. As soon as the murderous projectile came within 30 feet of him he could feel it disrupt the air, rapidly shoving matter from its path as it blazed toward him. At the speeds it was reaching stopping it telekinetically would be impossible, and even with his decades of training and quick reflexes slipping the round, aimed as it was at his center of mass, was unthinkable. Even altering its trajectory all he could, he would not be able to avoid being hit by the superheated, radioactive rod speeding towards him.
So he didn't dodge. He clenched his teeth in the moment before the rod landed, his hands balled into fists as he tried to relax his muscles, his mind focused on altering its trajectory while keeping the angle of entry the same, the single rod entering and exiting without tumbling over itself.
He felt his skin scorch, and as the metal rod burrowed into his flesh he did not resist, instead he helped it in its attempts to wreak havoc upon his body. He focused on opening the wound in the fractions of a second he had, teeth gritting as he tore at the flesh in its path, reducing the amount of energy transferred to his body. The combination of his efforts to redirect the round, coupled with the path he'd cleared for it, allowed him to avoid the transfer of some of the massive amounts of kinetic force behind the rod, and what he didn't avoid he sought to negate. What he hadn't counted on, however, was the intense burning as it passed through his trunk.
"AaaaaAAAAAARRRRRGHHHH!!!! AAAAUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!"
His focus was broken as the rod tore through him, high caliber rounds no longer meeting resistance or redirection picked at his cover, eroding all that stood between him and imminent death. The burning didn't stop, even as the round pushed straight through him, his chest seared and his breathing grew more difficult, even though the projectile itself did not strike his lungs. To alleviate the air being sucked into his chest he pressed his hand to the wound and sealed it as he backed away from the incoming enemy fire, eventually reaching the roof's edge. He was unable to gather his wits, a plan of attack eluded him, hidden behind a searing pain in his chest and severely blurred vision. He was useless.
He tried to blink the fog from his eyes, but with each subsequent blink his vision grew worse, his knees buckled a bit lower, his shoulders sagged a bit further, and death came an inch closer. He wouldn't last long this way, and if the battle continued it would only cost more of his family's lives. Kai was tough, but not invincible, Dante was wise, but not infallible, and Abelle, while strong, was not all-powerful. As useless as he was they needed him all the same. Emptying the few remaining pills into his mouth he gulped them down, feeling the effects almost immediately. His mind became razor sharp, his focus a laser's point. He sealed the wound by applying invisible force to it, clamping down on the few blood vessels that weren't burned shut, but the internal burns were a problem he had no remedy to, temporary or otherwise. His body ached and burned, but his mind pushed through, his altered physiology allowing him to temporarily survive what was essentially an amphetamine overdose, even as his heart raced out of control.
Time was limited, if the wounds he'd accumulated in the last few moments didn't shut his body down his overtaxed heart soon would. He rushed forward, deflecting the bullets aimed at him, even redirecting some of the ferromagnetic fluid fired upon him, and tossed out all of the six M84 stun grenades he carried, propelling them into the treelines to blind and deafen his opponents as he rushed off the roof to stand near his cousin Kai. What he sought then was fire, the eternally burning, impossible hot flames he'd seen firsthand in Gothic, and he saw them. He pushed his body past its limits, bones snapping as he essentially willed it to move, forcing it forward and into a position to strike at the enemy, to send them careening into the blaze they'd brought to the battlefield.
He abandoned all weapons now, and instead drew back his right fist, and unleashed all the force he could muster in a barrage of shockwaves, each punch unleashing more devastating force than the last, each blow carrying the force to shatter bones, liquefy internal organs, and, failing that, send his foes flying into the Devil's flames.
And with that his heart skipped one fatal beat, throwing rhythm into disarray. His eyes turned back to his ancestral home as his vision faded, and there he fell. Flesh scorched, bones shattered, muscles torn.
Heart broken.
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