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Post by Ty on Jun 16, 2009 22:33:11 GMT
About a half-hour after the briefing, Jacob met up again with the lead operative from earlier. This man was supposedly an expert at containing vampire and zombie outbreaks, viral or otherwise.
"Any luck?" Jacob asked.
"Nothing," the other man said. "Things are going a lot faster with the local police helping, though. We've managed to set up road blocks and combed the whole perimeter, but there's still no sign of him. We're running out of places to look."
"Are you sure your men checked everywhere?"
"Yes, I gave them explicit instructions: leave no stone unturned. They've searched every building, every dark corner and back alley, every nook and cranny within a five block radius."
Jacob scratched his head. "Well, we must be overlooking something. Come on, help me get inside his head. If you were trying to get away from us, where would you hide?"
"Me? I don't know... Aside from obvious places, I guess I'd want to drop into the sewer. Nice and dark down there."
"So, what about that? Did anyone search under the streets?"
"No reason to. We set up a city ordinance a long time ago to prevent that kind of thing. All manhole covers are weighted and treated with silver-nitrate. Even your hybrid couldn't possibly have strength enough pry one open in direct sunlight."
"Yeah, I guess... Wait..." Suddenly, the proverbial light bulb went off in Jacob's head. "Silver nitrate doesn't affect zombies, does it?"
"No, they have a different physiology. Silver can't hurt them."
"So, could the zombies open a manhole cover?"
"Well yeah, they're physically capable, but no zombie is smart enough to..." Just then, he realized the same thing Jacob did. "Shit!" He turned on his hand radio. "Stebbins, come back... Listen, we have new priority. Close off the water lines and put the men on high alert. The target may have gotten into the sewer system."
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A Roto-Rooter van was pulled over several blocks south of the quarantine zone. The plumber was responding to a resident's complaint that their pipes were all backed up. After he couldn't find the source of the problem in the house's pipes, he and his assistant moved to the sewer. They were feeding a long camera into the gutter to locate the problem, when the line suddenly stopped.
"What the- I can't move it. It's stuck."
The assistant looked at the screen. "I don't see anything on the camera. What'd it get stuck on?"
"I don't know. Hey, come on, help me pull it out."
The two men struggled to pull the line back out of the sewer. After tugging for a while, they finally got the camera back up to the surface, only to find a pale, mangled hand grasping the end.
"Augh! What the hell?!"
Another hand suddenly shot out from the gutter and grabbed the nearest man by the arm. The first hand grabbed him as well, and in the blink of an eye the man was dragged screaming down into the sewer.
"Wha?! Holy shit! Earl?!"
The other man turned pale with fear as more hands started reaching for him. He stood up and quickly ran back to the van. He threw open the back doors and rummaged around for anything that could be used as a weapon. Suddenly, something rammed into him from behind, pushing him into the van. He turned around just as a reeking Paraste jumped into the van and slammed the doors behind them. The man barely had time to scream before the creature lunged straight for his throat.
A few moments later, the zombies in the sewer started crawling up out of the open gutter. As they shambled toward the smell of blood, the door of the van cracked open. The zombies started piling into the van. After they'd had some time to feed, Paraste pointed to one of the less grotesque-looking ones.
"You. Drive."
The zombie stopped and climbed back out of the van. He shambled to the driver's side door. After fumbling with the door handle for a few seconds, Paraste climbed toward the front and popped the handle for him. He also got the van started for him, then retreated to the relative darkness of the back of the van. The zombie stepped on the gas, and the van took off heading west.
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Post by Scorpio on Jun 17, 2009 17:53:51 GMT
Lucas picked up his officer, planting him onto his shoulder. Leaving the room without waiting for the team, making his way straight to the quartermaster to pick up his gear.
"What do you got for me?" He left his sidearm on the desk, the distributor unloaded the regular rounds.
"Vamp/zombies eh? To be honest we weren't too sure what to use. Vamps have their weaknesses, but you need to damage the brain to kill low level undead. So we whipped these up in a bit of a hurry."
Several clips were handed over, the rounds had several jagged lines in them with a glassy blue tip.
"Designed to fragment upon penetration, we hope. They also contain minor traces of holy water, hope that isn't a problem for your type?"
Lucas shot him a glare. "I'm gonna ignore that." He took his gun back with the new rounds and a radio earpiece. The distributor turned to Evissam.
"and what will you be needing sir?"
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Post by Khallos on Jun 17, 2009 22:26:32 GMT
"Eeeh. Just the usual for me." He said, nodding, and the distributor fetched a shoebox sized metal container, Evissam's name stenciled on the side. "Oh, And I'll need an extra supply of cells, too. Could be away longer than usual, and I don't wanna run short." Jumping down to pop the latches on the box to rummage inside.. pulling out what looked suspiciously like a squirrel sized Desert Eagle.
OOC: Heads up guys, I'm off on holiday - vacation to you lot - soon, so I wont be around for a week come Sunday. Though I'm probably not going to be around from Thursday anyway, I'm fairly busy.
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Post by The Spy on Jun 28, 2009 2:15:35 GMT
OOC: Jeez, I'm gone for about a few months and you guys come up with awesome RPs with plenty of content and imagination?
Whatever I'm joining.
Name: Arakune Shippujinlai AKA Aruku
Age: 231 Physical Age: 20
Race: Fox Spirt with Physical Form (Classified Rare due to the Japanese Ministry of Supernatural Being Expulsion and Liquidation act of 2011)
Appearance: Humanesqe Red hair Hectachromic eyes Tall/Athletic.
Arakune's story starts a year after the incident back in 2010 in the far east Country of Japan which is now called the Imperial Empire of Japan after the Supernatural corruption of the Political party but uncorrupted Imperial family, after that incident the Imperial Family sent out a decree to expell all Supernaturals from its country either overtly or covertly and try to keep the purity of the country intact.
Arakune was one of them arriving in America in just a few short hours of being deported from his own country.
Now living in Washington as a club owner down on the waterfront he is content with his life as is, partying every night and day..
Along with the fact that he takes a big part in importing slave labor into the states also supplements his party habits...and importing drugs and weapons.
Powers-
Hyakkaryoran no Iaido jutsu (The art of drawing a riot of beautifully disorganised blades)- A form of Iaido which allows Arakune to draw his blade superhumanly fast and make hundreds if not thousands of deep lacerations in a few seconds.
Spirit Propel: This gives Arakune the ability to levitate off the ground by a foot or so and redirect his spiritual energy behind him so that he can move at absurd speeds, however his mobility is somewhat restricted beause he can only go in straight or semi straight lines while doing this.
Nature of Japan Form: This gives Arakune the ability to transform into any animal but is only restricted to animals found in Japan only.
Equipment- Dobutsu Kokoro no Ken (The Sword of the Animal Spirits) is a Katana of magnificent quality as it is featherlight and sharper than anything known to man along with the fact that Arakune actually uses the flat side to bat bullets and spells back to his attackers.
Kaminari no Yukata(The Yukata of Lightning) This Yukata can only be used if Arakune conciously thinks about using it and it imbus his body with the power of electricity.(Fabric offers no defensive value but magically mends itself over time)
Weaknesses:
Human strength - In Humanesqe form he has the strength of a fit adult male but is still able to use all of his abilites.
Weakness to Holy Magic and items - Japanese purrifying sutras or other Japanese forms of demonic purrification will weaken Arakune so he can be killed normally however other religious demon exorcising will not work at all. OOC: HEre goes nothing.
I sit in my office of the Club Kappa which is my Supernaturals only nightclub which I own and look at the T.V alittle harder.
"Hmm, I honestly do need to learn how to use these things." I say while staring intently at the remote and it's many many buttons before I just toss it over my shoulder and I stand up.
"Nothing fun ever happens here except at night, I hate it..." I say as I start walking downstairs and through the main dance floor where I see the regulars and some new faces who greet me but I ignore them.
I step outside and I lean on one of the ashcans that are outside of the club and I see a Roto-Rooter van zooming past me and knocking a trash can over infront of me.
"That's alittle rude...." I say, as I quickly start building up a running pace.
Some people just have no manners now a days I think to myself as I levitate and I blast alot of energy behind quickly gaining up to the Van and slashing the rear left tire and then moving to the front of the car and quickly drawing it so that the engine block falls right out from under the van.
The Van lurches up and crashns down onto it's roof and stops.
"Hey, I'll get you guys a new van if you don't mind picking up the trash you guys spilled onto my property." I say into the van, propping up myself with my sword and smiling like a douchebag.
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Post by Khallos on Jul 6, 2009 0:21:29 GMT
Moments later, a siren sounded for a moment, the cop car parked at the Drive Thru across the street. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The cop yelled as he climbed out of the cab, a sea of faces peering out of street windows to see what all the commotion was. "Name and Street Pass, punk!"
OOC: Lame, I know. But I wanna kick start this again. Sorry about the delay, guys!
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Post by Griggs on Jul 6, 2009 0:43:44 GMT
Quinn stepped up to the distributor next, receiving his gear. Included: a Ruger Mini-14, with several 5.56 20 round-magazines; Colt .45 with several high-cap magazines; and, finally, a blue DoSA vest, with kevlar weaving and the agency's name in orange letters on the front and back. Quinn took all this to the ready room, where he found a bench near his locker and began donning all of it. Last, but not least, he took an old pair of socks from his locker. His lucky socks. Judging by the bullet hole, they weren't all that lucky, but that didn't keep Quinn from wearing them on every mission. He waited near the exit for the rest of the team.
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Post by Ty on Jul 6, 2009 3:03:29 GMT
OOC: Sorry for the delay. I have no excuse. Deal with it. IC:
Aruku may or may not have had a pass; the police officer never a got a chance to find out. A second later, the back door of the van cracked open, and several bloody figures stumbled out onto the street. Assuming they had been injured in the crash, the officer started to offer assistance as a man in an over-sized plumber's jacket and hat stumbled toward him.
"Sir, it's alright. Do you need medical attention?"
The man answered by lunging straight at him. Before the officer even knew what was happening, Paraste swiftly snapped his neck, leaving him paralyzed and near death. As the officer slumped to the ground, the hybrid vampire cradled his head in his arm, bit into his twisted neck and started sucking greedily at the blood flowing from his arteries.
As he fed, Paraste's cadre of zombies encircled the scene. They always did this, mainly because they all wanted the first bite of fresh meat, but it also had the added benefit of shielding their master from direct sunlight. Before he was completely hidden by the mob, Paraste glanced up briefly, eying the one who had wrecked the van.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 6, 2009 20:10:45 GMT
Lucas let the Captain get his gear sorted before planting him back on his shoulder.
"So, I never asked, but do you have to order those in custom from somewhere? or do we just magically shrink the stuff we have?"
The pair made their way to the heliport waiting for the T copter to arrive, along with the rest of the team.
"I think you might want to grip in Sir. Don't want you getting sucked into an engine intake."
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Post by Khallos on Jul 8, 2009 1:17:02 GMT
Sinep laughed, the canister with all his stuff in it strapped to his back. "Nawr boy. We get 'em special made. Thing with magic is that shrinking spells only change the density, not the weight. I wouldn't be able to heft a shrunk down pistol."
Still, as they got closer to the chopper the captain nodded, digging his little claws into Lucas' shoulder. "Damn, where IS everyone else?"
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Meanwhile, the zombie attack hadn't gone unnoticed. The cops partner was still in the car, for one, and there were all those people watching from across the street. Shrill screams pierced the air, possibly getting the attention of some of the less brain addled of the zombies, and the remaining cop fumbled for the radio.
"Car 52 to dispatch, officer down! We've got a S11 on our hands, we've got f*cking zombies!"
And, minutes later at DoSA Dispatch, an alarm sounded as new mission co-ordinates were received...
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Post by The Spy on Jul 8, 2009 4:36:41 GMT
"Oh sweet heavens." I say as I take a defensive posture against this small horde.
"Now now you rotting sacks of worm food, I suggest that you go back to whatever compost heap you crawled out of before I-" I get cut off as one lunges at me.
In a fraction of a nanosecond I quickly draw my sword and I cut the ghoul.
The Ghoul stands there for several seconds and then it starts to break apart in small cubes.
"Destroy you all." I say, grinning as I sheath my sword.
"Constable, anytime you wish to start firing at these infernal beings would be great." I say, stepping out of the line of fire of the officer.
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Post by Ty on Jul 8, 2009 4:38:50 GMT
Jake jumped at the sudden alarm on his pager. His eyes lit up as soon as he heard the details.
"Finally," he said. As the assault team was mobilizing, albeit with one less van, Jake went off on his own.
"Hey, Parish!" the assault team leader called to him. "You get the dispatch?"
"Hell yeah!" Jake shouted back, not slowing down as he reached his car: a white old-model Honda.
"So, where the hell are you going?!"
Jake unlocked the car door, then turned back. "I'm going to meet you there."
"What? Parish, you can't just rush into a battlefield like that on your own. It's a major breach in policy!"
"Look, he's gonna expect us to show up again. If we go by the book on this, he's bound to slip away again. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. We've got to fight stealth with stealth. One man can move a lot more silently than a whole team."
"One man can't fight his way through a whole mob of zombies! You're supposed to be under my supervision on this mission. If you get your stupid rookie ass eaten out there, then my ass is on the line!"
Jake rolled his eyes and jumped in the car. "You know, just the fact that you care means so much." He slammed the door and started up the car.
"Parish!" The team leader started running toward him. "Get out of the car! I'm ordering you!" He signaled some of the others to stop Jake, but they were all too far away. With a horrible screeching sound emanating from the car's wheels, Jake sped out of the parking lot and down the road.
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As his thirst for blood subsided, Paraste heard the other cop calling for backup. He pushed one of his zombie followers aside to get a quick look around. He immediately noticed the night club, and grinned. A large dark building with a crowd of people to disappear into; he couldn't have picked a better place to disappear if he tried.
Paraste quickly stripped off the dead officer's uniform. He took the gun belt and strapped it around his waist. He shed his plumber jacket and hat and put them on another of his zombies to enhance the confusion about his identity, before finally standing and stepping aside, signalling the zombies that they may begin feeding.
The zombies fed voraciously, tearing the corpse apart and even fighting over pieces. As onlookers watched in captivated horror, Paraste was able to slink back toward the van and onto the sidewalk. As he stalked up to the door of the club, he pulled the gun out and fired at the remaining officer. Of the 3 shots, 2 hit him in the chest, and he tumbled to the ground.
At the door to the club, Paraste briefly locked eyes with the Supernatural owner. He flashed a devious smile, proudly displaying his red and yellow stained teeth, before opening the door and slipping into the club.
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Post by The Spy on Jul 8, 2009 4:44:48 GMT
"Ooooh, that's a bad idea..." I say as I await for the initial screams then the sounds of swords drawing.
"It's called a Asian Supernaturals Nightclub for a reason..." I say as I walk inside and I notice that there's a whole bunch of Supernatural Bouncers and Supernatural patrons with sharp pointy objects or pistols drawn at the single zombie vampire thing.
"Now, get out of my club you're not my problem you're the city."I say, pointing outside.
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Post by Ty on Jul 8, 2009 4:54:16 GMT
OOC: Damn my slow typing. Minor edit in the above post; nothing that should affect the flow. IC:
Well, that didn't go as well as planned...
Paraste turned back to Arakune. "Hey, there," he said in a voice that sounded surprisingly human (if the human were a pack-a-day smoker since they were a kid). His toothy grin never left his face. "Look, what we've got here is just a teensy little miscommunication. I just came in here to ask if you could help me out. My van broke down out front there. Mind if I use your phone to call triple-A?"
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Post by The Spy on Jul 8, 2009 5:01:38 GMT
"You killed several people, I don't think the law would look kindly upon that." I say as I walk up to him.
"You will wait outside for the authorities, besides, something like you is bad publicity for a club like mine." I say as I point to the door.
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Post by Ty on Jul 8, 2009 5:24:17 GMT
Paraste hesitated. Obviously he wasn't welcome, but he'd still rather take his chances inside than go back out into the clear daylight. He slipped the gun back into its holster and raised his hands to show he meant no harm.
"Hey, relax. None of those people out there got a good enough look at me. The only way the authorities will even know I've been in here is if you and your, uh, associates tell them."
"Look, I don't want to make trouble for you, but if you force me out now, I'll make damn sure to implicate you in the whole thing. On the other hand..."
He slipped two bony fingers into his ripped pants pocket and pulled out a leather wallet.
"If you help me out, I could make it well worth your while. Just plant my gun on the guy with the hat outside. Kill him before the fuzz shows up, and make like he's me. Not only are you not implicated, but it'll make you look like a hero, putting down a dangerous zombie outbreak by yourself."
Paraste opened the wallet and pulled out several hundred dollar bills.
"I know, this is probably chump change to a guy like you, but think of it like a down payment. There'll be a lot more in it for you down the road. I don't forget those who help me." He held out his hand, offering the cash. In the distance, he could hear police sirens approaching. "We don't have all day here, so what do you say?"
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Post by The Spy on Jul 8, 2009 5:53:27 GMT
"You're bribing me...?" I ask as my face starts to become overcome by anger by the insult.
I clench my fists and I extend them outward, blasting Paraste with spiritual energy and he gets launched into the street, in direct sunlight.
The club patrons hoot in amazment.
I walk out after him and I look at him.
"You have me mistaken for a sleezy nightclub owner who'd do anything for a buck." I say as I place my Geta (Tradditional Japanese Footwear) on his neck, the space between the two wooden blocks of the sole trapping his neck in between.
"I'll take care of your friends, don't go anywhere." I say as I jump off of him and I land smack dab in the middle of the small horde of zombies.
"Alright you pungent piles of filth, bring it." I say, placing my hand on my sword.
The first one lunges and I quickly sidestep and draw my sword as he falls for me, beheading it in one swipe.
I then charge after another one and I draw and slice the zombie into sandwich size pieces.
I kick another one into the air and I jump up and I draw my sword so fast that it looks as if my hand or sword did not move at all but the zombie just explodes into a fine blackish red mist which falls onto the zombies below us.
As soon as I land three ghouls grab me and they drag me to the ground.
"Oh dear, this will not be good for you boys..." I say as my Yukata suddendly blasts bolts of lightning outwards, incinerating the zombies who have grabbed me.
I stand up and I look around, I've killed or in these case rekilled the ghouls.
"Hmm, skills are still as sharp as ever..." I say, grinning.
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Post by Griggs on Jul 8, 2009 7:42:38 GMT
Quinn almost hopped as the alert went off, signaling that their man was on the move. He patted down all his gear to make sure it was strapped on solidly and ran for the chopper, hopping in and taking a seat across from Lucas and the Captain. He set his gun between his knees as he secured his seat belts. He looked over to the other two.
"Guess that means we're goin' in hot. What're you strapped with, Garou? Or are you just gonna go claws akimbo and start mauling?"
Quinn grinned a bit to give the impression of friendly heckling, though the slightest shred of contempt showed through.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 8, 2009 21:57:25 GMT
"Standard issue Glock, extended mag, select fire. The armory was giving out some of these holy water touched rounds."
He handed over one of the bullets to Quinn.
"How about you? Still using the shotgun?"
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Post by Griggs on Jul 8, 2009 23:33:26 GMT
Quinn looked carefully at the 9mm round while still speaking.
"Think I'm going with my carbine on this one. Target rich environment, with the headshot issue. Only my .45 has silver bullets, though. It's tough filling up a 20 round mag with 'em."
He handed back the bullet.
"Alright, we'd better take off soon if we wanna catch this guy."
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Post by Ty on Jul 9, 2009 3:01:26 GMT
Paraste sat up slowly, squinting in the sunlight. He growled quietly to himself as he watched Arakune destroying the zombies like it was nothing. He started reaching for his gun, but thought better of it. Even if he could somehow kill or disable Arakune, that wouldn't help him escape at this point. Paraste was trying to come up with a plan, but his undead brain was turning up nothing.
With some effort, he stood up straight. He could already feel his strength draining. He might not die outright from exposure, but he couldn't exactly run away either. About another minute of direct sunlight, and cops in wheelchairs would be able to catch him.
"Dammit," he rasped. "Alright, enough already. You win. I'll go quietly. Shit."
Paraste guessed the DoSA wouldn't kill him outright, if they wanted to learn anything about him. He couldn't guess what would happen after they captured him, but it had to be better than lying defenseless in the middle of the street. At least this way he might get some time inside to rest.
Just then, some of the early responders from the local police started arriving. Paraste reluctantly tossed the gun away and held his hands behind his head. -- -- At the same time, Jake's car rounded a corner and parked down the street from the club. As Jake got out of his car, he was surprised to see the creature he'd been desperately searching for standing out in broad daylight.
"What the...?"
Jake couldn't finish his thought. Paraste spotted him, and as their eyes met, Jake felt a morbid chill run down his back and up again. He was starting to feel nauseas, though he couldn't tell if it was just nerves, or something else.
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Post by The Spy on Jul 10, 2009 13:00:40 GMT
I readjust my yukata as I walk towards Parish with my buissiness card in hand.
"A civilian supernatural had to do your job today and due to your tardiness two if not more were killed." I say as I near him.
"I not only grieve for the lives lost today but I am also infuriated that an incompetant department that employs you allowed this to happen, so in summation of article 772-23 subsection K I along with those affected by this disaster will file class action lawsuits against your department along with all responding officers for the blatent endangerment of innocent lives." I say as I slip my card in his chest pocket.
My lips curl up into an insidious smile.
"Now I hope I don't have to take this sentient ghoul into custody." I say as I walk away from Parish.
I turn around infront of my club.
"DoSA better police places where they can police." I say with a cocky sneer before heading inside.
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Post by Khallos on Jul 10, 2009 23:37:43 GMT
Quinn looked carefully at the 9mm round while still speaking. "Think I'm going with my carbine on this one. Target rich environment, with the headshot issue. Only my .45 has silver bullets, though. It's tough filling up a 20 round mag with 'em." He handed back the bullet. "Alright, we'd better take off soon if we wanna catch this guy." Sinep nodded, slinging the container off his back and opening it up, pulling out a cannibalised headset - which was basically a pair of earbuds that clipped to his awkwardly shaped ears with a mic arm hanging off of one of them. "Squads here, lets take her up, eh?" As the chopper dusted off he skittered over to the open door, peering out of it as the city unfolded underneath them. "Hrm... Hey, Dispatch says we've got contact... This is Captain Evissam, patch me through to the team on the Zombie call, would ya? Parish, you there? I need a sitrep, our team is en route to re-enforce."
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Post by Ty on Jul 11, 2009 1:23:20 GMT
Jake was still a little flabbergasted by what was going on. He took a second to realize he was getting a call, and another second to get his bearings before he raised the receiver to his ear.
"Uh, yeah, Parish here," he said. "I'm on the scene now, sir. I think we've got things under control, actually. The assault team has just captured the hybrid."
As he said, the assault team arrived just a few seconds behind Jake. Seeing their target in the open, they quickly subdued and restrained Paraste. He didn't offer any resistance as they put a set of handcuffs and a muzzle on him, then shoved him into the van.
"A... a civilian supernatural intervened. There were at least two casualties, but the zombies were all destroyed before we even got here. As for the hybrid, it seems like he just kind of gave up."
For safety's sake, the team left all the van windows down to let in enough sunlight to keep their captive from regaining strength. As Jake watched, he caught Paraste staring back at him again. He started to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach again.
"Uh, well, I think the plan now is to take the hybrid back to local HQ for holding, until we start testing the virus, but... Look, something doesn't feel right here. He went down too easy. We've got to be missing something. I want to question him after I get back to the station. We can rendezvous there, alright?"
Jake looked around. Already, local police and other DoSA affiliates were gathering the witnesses to ask what happened, as well as make sure they hadn't been exposed to the virus. A clean-up crew would be arriving soon to collect and burn the infected bodies. Things seemed to be wrapping up well, but Jake still couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over yet.
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Post by Oct-taku on Jul 11, 2009 1:23:22 GMT
Frank, who needed very little preparation in order to be effective, was staring out the window of the chopper.
"I feel it important to remind you that while they do not make me sick per se, helicopters still are not enjoyable for me or my stomach."
The Sanguimancer tapped his cane on the floor of the vehicle.
"I also feel that is would be good if I informed you that I do not have a good feeling about this 'Parasite' fellow. Vampires and zombies are bad enough by themselves, but hybridize them...."
Perhaps he was just being a pessimist. But Moris was not the kind of person to leave his comrades uninformed. If they were going to get ripped apart, then they'd at least know what was-
Dear God, did he just hear the rotor groaning?
Oh. No, he didn't.
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Post by Griggs on Jul 11, 2009 11:19:29 GMT
Quinn had to half shout over the loud thrumming of chopper blades.
"Parish and the Captain are the only ones who know much about 'em. Course, our briefing got cut short. I figure, shoot 'im in the head with silver and stake him, we'll know for sure that way."
He peered out his side's window to get a view of the streets.
"Alright, I think we should drop you guys off to the street where you can work your respective magics, I could stay up here and provide air support with the cleanup. Don't want any of these bastards getting loose, right?"
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Post by Khallos on Jul 11, 2009 13:02:21 GMT
"They did what?!" The cap yelled, one paw pressed up against one of the earbuds as he tried to listen in. "He just gave up? Right... I.. Uh.. Roger that, we'll meet at the station." He waved at the pilot, trying to get his attention so they could change course. "In the mean time, don't take any chances with that guy. If he flips out and you need to start blasting arms off to protect yourself you have my permission!"
"And get me that witness, the Spook who intervened. I want him for questioning!"
The cap looked up at the others, lifting one of the earbuds. "Change in plan. Looks like we won't be needed after all, they've captured the target already. We'll be covering their return to base.
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Post by Griggs on Jul 11, 2009 19:38:49 GMT
The look of disappointment on Quinn's face was obvious. He looked out the window again and grumbled something about putting on his lucky socks and everything. He scanned the area below for the DoSA vehicles they'd be covering.
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Post by The Spy on Jul 12, 2009 3:10:59 GMT
The noise and rabble outside starts to become really loud for me.
I step outside and I find a Helicopter with the official insignia of the DoSA about 30 or 40 feet above me and I jump right into the passenger seats.
"What the HELL are you guys still doing here?! I took care of everything now why must you imbeciles drive away my customers?!" I scream over the thrum of the helicopters, my Foxlike demonic features becoming more apparent with my frustration getting higher.
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Khallos
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Post by Khallos on Jul 12, 2009 17:42:02 GMT
Evissam was just watching the DoSA vehicles in the street below when suddenly some THING jumped up into the chopper, an alarm tone sounding as the whole aircraft swayed, trying to deal with the sudden extra weight and the force from the "impact". Spinning around in his seat, the Cap yelled out, unholstering his teeny little gun and pointing it at the Fox Demon. "Terrorist! Weapons Free!" he yelled.. before letting loose with the miniature Deagle...
...and, as he did, a laser blossomed out of the tiny barrel, expanding as it went and shooting at the speed of light towards Aruku's chest...
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Post by The Spy on Jul 12, 2009 22:38:51 GMT
I gasp and then I quickly change form into a small squirrel to avoid his shots and then I scurry behind him and I morph back.
"STOP SHOOTING AT ME YOU LITTLE RODENT!" I scream as I pick him up with two hands and I shake him.
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