Supernatural/Crime Thriller RP

[Scorpio]

ooc: Yes we flying, check the 'take off' in the last line.

[Kan]

OOC: that can mean you took off running, or jogging, not just that you took off flying., I'll edit.

[Scorpio]

"Okay, Polo is probably our best lead on HIM, so we check that sword out, and try to find how to get him back."

Kammie and I land back at my penthouse, as we enter we notice Preston with several other men.

"Mr Preston, these friends of yours?"

Preston drops face down onto the floor with a dagger in his back, the men extend their own wings, similar to mine, but metallic looking.

"Who the hell are you?"

Without saying anything they pull out broadswords and take combat stances.

ooc: I'll finish the fight my next post.

[Kan]

Jake and Kammie fly off ignoring me, I start walking back to the hotel, with panicking people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
A familiar voice cuts the chaos, "Long time Sergeant" I turn and see Cole leaning against a building.
"Yes it has Cole, are you ready for me to fulfill my promise?" I ask as more people, calm people, begin to converse on my position.

"Not yet old friend, HE has made my life pretty damn good" As he says this the moon appears in the afternoon sky, shining brighter than it does when full.
I notice a large amount of people changing around me, numbers higher than any I have ever faced.
I quickly take out the the Alex Bor sniper from the bag and take out 10 people transforming.
As I throw the gun down on the ground I hear Cole, "Take to make good on MY PROMISE!" His skin is blown off of his body as the largest Wolf I have ever seen takes his place.

Time seems to slow as I look all around me, at the scores of Were-wolfs surrounding me.

I bring my P90 to bear as time speeds back up and they all start towards me.

"Hoo-rah" I whisper.

[Ty]

OOC: Finally, I've got something to work with. ;D

IC:

Darius found out which way Justin had gone by asking a few people in the lobby of the hotel. He headed toward Justin's location. He was still in human shape, but stayed in the shadows nonetheless.

Suddenly, he spotted Justin down the street. Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. Darius muttered a few incantations under his breath to prepare for battle. Meanwhile, Justin shot down the first few assailants, and the rest converged on him.

Not wasting another second, Darius rushed forward, extending his rapiers, and thrust the nearest two werewolves through the back and into their hearts. They both were knocked to the ground. Their howls of pain caused all the others to turn.

"Sir," Darius said. "It appears you require assistance."

[Kan]

"Some" I say while looking at the wolfs, I hear a voice bark at them, "Stay your ground you heathens, Kill him, and the metal man to!" Cole shouts, causing the crowd of Wolves to stop backing away and turn back toward us.
They all begin charging and growling at us, until they all come at us, I let loose with my weapon, as I reload Darius covers me.
I get the new 'mag into the gun and start firing again, until it jams.

I throw the gun at a approaching wolf and draw my machete.

I begin slashing all around me, in sync with Darius.

[Scorpio]

I pull my .38 whilst Kammie brings out her scythe.

"I'll start with the three on the left. You take the three on the right. I'll race you to the centre guy."

We charge towards them. I start firing, but the angels block the shots with their metallic wings. However, this forces them on the defensive.

I grip one of their swords and elbow the first in the face, stealing his weapon and slicing him across his chest. Parrying a blow from the second I run him through with his allys sword.

"Stick that in yourself and get smoked."

I let go of the sword as the third attacks, I back towards the balcony and we leap into flight. Swooping over a horizontal slash I grip onto the joints where his wings meet his back.

"You're grounded!"

I pull, yelling as I do so. His wings tear out of his shoulder blades and he plummets off the building. I fly back inside to finish the rest off.

[Kan]

OOC: I did not get the majority of that post.
IC: There are corpses all around us, but still there are more and more surrounding and attacking us.

I slice another two in the same strike they are so plentiful.
They continue pushing on toward us, those in the back fueling the rage of the ones in the front.

The whole of the "Front" lunges at us at the same time, I can hear Cole laughing over the howls, and growls.

Just before they finish their attack toward us, a part of my mind seems to unlock and open itself to me.

OOC: Telekinesis time, yay!

[Rakk]

By now in the fight it was just Metatron and Ry'ach. Most of his pawns and minions resembled something close to hamburger meat. And near everything around them was a pile of splinters or bearing the marks of of combat, both verbal and non-verbal.

The air was alive and crackling with the off shoots of their attacks at each other, each one splaying across the room and destroying something new. They had created something close to a localized storm of energy. Most of the room glowed with energy.

"You know you can't win here Ry, even now as we fight I have men ready to ambush your friends." Metatron said as they fly at each other at top speed, both still covering their true forms.

"Enoch, you know as well as I do that I work alone," Ry'ach said as he destroys the rest of the bar trying to hit a dodging Metatron.

"You remember that Angel you... took under you wing? The one you sent after us? Then you would remember that we wiped his memory and sent," Metatron deflects a powerful bolt of sheer energy partially scarring his arm in searing heat, Grunting the last part out in pain Metatron deflects yet another blast of energy, "him back to you like a homing pigeon. And then we watched and waited. And if he were to ever gain back all his memories he would become nothing more than an insane babbling mess."

Both of Ry'ach and Metatron stop fighting for a moment to gaze upon the free floating energy in the room, some small bursts of electricity and light, explosions of plasma, the heat in the room is hotter than anything a mortal could ever know.

"And you call me evil Enoch..." Ry'ach said breathing hard.

"Whatever it takes to bring you to justice will never compare to the evil you did. Not only betrayal... but you caused over ten million of our military forces to leave as well in misguided loyalty. And now look at what we have created, much like the furnaces of our last war." Metatron replied in between deep breathes.

"Yes, only as I remember it, you were the one employing those furnaces, at least I let the bodies lay unharmed while salting the earth and corrupting the plains of grass and the rolling hills."

Metatron gave a dirty look, "When one must stem the tide of corruption, everything is justified.Which reminds me of your blight on the world... you are nothing but a wound in the universe n area where excess energies and forces go to die. You will be the death of us all. Not I, but you."

"But if I recall I reached out to you and you refused my offer. So as I see it you have doomed us all to the twisted games of the Great Old Ones. Who knows more about their twisted games than I Enoch... who?"

Dare I use what I have been waiting for... dare I use it now... now a few more blows will create enough for it... just a few more.

"You would, as you were the one that sold your soul to them, and how long was it near 1,000 years stuck in their twisted games? All I know is your return caused the first fall of civilization in the Mediterranean. And after you betrayed them, why did you go to Rome? Why did you convince a city state to build an empire out of power?" Metatron moved back into the ready position, hand to hand was perfect for trading blows when the death of the other is not the prime goal.

Ry'ach brought some of he swirling masses and crackling clouds of energy around himself. "Because Enoch, when you see that latent potential for freedom and free will, I must take it and cultivate it, and you must oppress it."

There are certain words that the Divines know, words that hold perception in their vowels, words that box the mind into a trap of perception changing and distorting it until one has forced their perspective over the other, everything Metatron and Ry'ach said composed of these words.

"Come now Ry, we are equals in battle, give up and I will make it quick. Maybe I will even forgive your vast sins against us. Maybe even restore Ry'ach the pure, the valiant, to our histories."

"Enoch, if I wanted that I would never have betrayed you, sometimes dedication to a cause is greater than you could ever know." Ry'ach said landing a solid blow on Metatron's shoulder, the crackle of thunder and splash of plasma burning everything else in teh room, Metatron seemingly not effected by it.


"I know deeper than you the commitment to a goal, I even know how much dedication there is before your goal becomes a faith. you never had that luck." Metatron shot more energy towards Ry'ach, scorching Ry'achs leg.

Thats it, thats enough for my trick...

"Goodbye old friend, shall we do lunch at the end of the universe?" Ry'ach said as all the energy and plasma started to swirl creating a brilliant bright light, the heat of the room rocketing upwards.

"See you at the end." Metatron smirked as everything for both of them faded out of view. The nightclub ceased to exist, as the energy dissipated. A brilliant flash of light engulfed the sky before cooling off and fading away to whence it came.

Laying at the bottom of a crated Metaron was badly wounded. High degree burns covering his body, near head to toe, but these were of no matter. Ry'ach had done something, left a mark on his greave, he could not see it but it was there, and it was deep.

High above the city Ry'ach flew, just sensing where Jake was, and where a fe divine soldiers were attempting an ambush. Ry'ach lacked the energy to do much, but by now the soldiers must have sensed Metatrons defeat, his own arrogance turned against him and the followers he brought. Ry'ach also had a deep greave fom Metetron now, the battle had exhausted them past anything they had ever felt.

Ry'ach could feel the paper thin boundaries between realities, between the chaos of the Great Old Ones, the Paradisaical land of the divines still harboring some scars of his work and many more. He could feel the power of the Great Old Ones at work, see everything, and feel everything, his senses abound. Every marked person on the planet could be felt now... Ry'ach felt next to a god now.

Extending his vision he saw everything, all realities, all planes of existence, and floating in a void between everything, between life, death, birth, chaos there was his former master. The one overthrown all those ages ago, if only he could place the body... perhaps he could bring him back... and restore order and break the divine trap.

[Kan]

In my mind I see a door unlock and a powerful ability behind it. I walk into the door and I snap back to reality, Hundreds of Wolves piling towards me and my firend.

All of a sudden they all stop in mid jump, held back by a unknown force.
As soon as I feel distracted by this strange event they fall to the ground.

As they try to get up I image them being pused bacl for some reason, and as soon as I think this they fly back in the air.

Darius looks at me strange as I realze what is going on, I look at the Wolves now geting up, I hold my hand out and send them flying, snapping their neck's in the air.

Seeing the others charge at us again I concentrate hard and send all of them flying away from us, all of them landing very hard.
I can see Cole in the distance, beginning to back away, "Not this time, Darius take care of the rest of these, you can use the guns in the bag over there!" I yell to him I begin running through the crowd of Wolves, nudging them out the my way as I run.

"COLE!"

[Ty]

"I appreciate the gesture," Darius said, glancing at the guns. "However, I would be far more effective with my own weapons."

Darius ran circles through the crowd with blinding speed, cutting down any wolf unlucky enough to be in his path, then circled back to get the ones he missed. He stopped only for a moment to watch Justin charging after Cole.

"Best of luck, sir," he called to Justin just before running through another werewolf.

[Khallos]

By now, The Auditors and their ring of nullification would have moved much closer to the city now. The mortals seemed completely oblivious to them, which had meant that when they had reached the interstate it was a massacre... or at least, it would have been if there had been any violence involved. Any living thing the Grey robed figures touched would just... well.. stop. All color would drain from the victim and they would go as still as stone. Safe, for now, behind an impenetrable barrier, even to angels. It was developed to keep the divine soldiers in line, after all.

And it was getting smaller, moving slowly but surely towards the centre of the maelstrom. And more and more Auditors seemed to be turning up...

[Delacroix(Rei)]

One of them charges at me with a Claymore, I raise the Kris and I parry.
"Bye bye..." I say singsongy as I thrust my hand into the Angel's chest and phasing it and pulling out a heart.
"This is the part where you fall down..." I say as he clutches his chest then falls.
I tun towards the other angels.
"Well, Are you going to stand there gaping?" I ask as they charge at me.

[Scorpio]

As I enter I hurl the severed wings with a quick flick of the wrist. They curve across the room and embed in another two.

"C'mon Kammie. These guy too much for you?"

Another leaps at me and throws me against the wall.

"Big mistake."

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I throw the Kris into the Angel, killing it but another comes at me and grabs my throat.
"Arrh-..." Is all I can get out as he tackles me to the floor and squeezes.
I try to phase out of it but his gloves are enchanted.
"Le-t...me...go...now..." I gasp out as I futilely claw at his arm.
"L-lance..." I weakly cry out.

[Scorpio]

ooc: Sorry, I'm Jake, Lance is off fighting zombies.

ic:
I charge over and grab the angel from behind. Pulling him off Kammie.

"Get off me! You have no comprehension of what we need to do!"

"All I know is, you just hit a lady."

I grip him around the head.

"So apparently you have no comprehension of what I'm gonna do."

I twist until I hear a snap, then twist further. When I drop him, his head has been turned one eighty, his face stuck in a silent scream. I hold out a hand to Kammie.

"You okay?"

[Kan]

Wolf corpses fling left and right as I charge towards Cole.
I slash at the nearest Wolf and send him flying against the crowd charging towards me.

After running thought what seems like hundreds I reach him, a monsterous form of wolfin like attributes.

"Hahaha do you think you can really kill me?" He says laughing me, "I will or I won't, but I sure as hell gonna try!" I put the Machete back in its holster and take out the Spear.

Cole swipes at me with his giant paw/fist, I roll out of the way and aim the blade at him. I press the rune on the side and send a huge blast of white energy at him, sending him into the far off wall.

As he gets up I notice where his arm used to be, now only a charred stump. "But right now it looks like I will do it." I say to him as I spin the spear and swing it at him while firing another blast of energy.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I grab his hand and he pulls me up.
"Somewhat." I say, rubbing my sore throat and coughing.
I turn around and I see that there are 2 left.
"I take one you take one." I say as I get into a boxing stance.

[Scorpio]

"Seems fair."

I square off against one. He pulls a dagger and starts swinging. I dodge most of his attacks but he eventually backs me against the wall with the blade to my neck.

"Oh, woe is me."

I point downwards, he looks down to see my .38, about a second before I unload it into his torso.

[Kan]

My swipe misses him as he back up slighty, I stab the spear into his chest and climb onto the pole.

Cole is thrashing around as I am trying to stay on the spear. I jump onto his massive shoulder and daw my machete, "Time for me to fuffill my promise old comrade" I raise my machete and bring it down on his head.

As Cole appears to be dieing something happens to the others around us, they begin convulsing and shaking on the ground, I can hear a booming voice from all around me, "I have no more use for these beings, die."

As these words are said each of the Were-Wolfs start to balloon out and explode. Cole's body begins to stagger and the voice returns, "This one still has it's uses" Cole's body then dissappears from under me and I fall to the ground.

As I stagger up I mutter, "Damit, what the hell was that, was that HIM?"

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I circle around the guy, he tries to jab at me but I elbow parry it and pull him into my elbow.
"Aww...Are you hurt?" I mock him as I kick his shin and he falls down.
He looks up to see me sneering as I bring the Kris down on him.
"Well...That's done..."I say as I pull the Kris out.

[Scorpio]

I kick one of the bodies out of the way to get another undamaged shirt from the bag I'd left here. I seem to go through them these days.

"Well, that was something."

I look at Mr Prestons body.

"Can you do anything for him? Make sure he moves on peacefully?"

[Rakk]

Flying high above the city past where clouds would be on this cloudless night Ry'ach scanned and found what he saw disturbing. There was an unaccounted for mass, he could not see it but its presence was felt. Still to far off to worry, but it was a mystery, a mystery for another time. Ry'ach felt the presence of another more sinister force lurking, a Great Old One finally crossed over. While it was in its weakest state now, there was nothing Ry'ach could do to destroy it, it was firmly rooted.

Metatron was moved to a special ward of the hospital unseen and unknown to mortals, he could not touch him there, especially with "Paradise Gates" opening up all over the place. His army was assembling, just Metatron was not there to greet it.

Only six... does he so underestimate non-divines?

Circling high above waiting for the perfect moment to land Ry'ach decided that bringing back Yahweh is a required step in safeguarding the destruction of the divine trap.

Now was the time for him to land and at least if all else fails collect the bodies of the divines and rend them into dust.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I lean down and I place a finger on his body.
"He will die with a feeling of euphoria." I tell Jake.
I stand up and look around and I sniff the atmosphere.
"Do you smell that? Smells sulphuric." I say, covering my nose.

[Scorpio]

"Woah, is that brimstone?"

I step out to the balcony.

"Haven't smelled that since...."

I get a faint memory, but it escapes me.

"...Nevermind. That Kris. Can you do anything with that? Bring Polo back?"

[Kan]

I look to where Cole was before he dissappeared, seeing my spear I pick it up and walk over to Darius, helping him back up from the explosions he must have been hit by. "He vanished before I could kill him"

I look around us and see the pits and peices of Were-wolf bodies around us, "Where did they all come from?"

[Ty]

Darius brushed some werewolf entrails off himself.

"I wish I had an answer for you, sir," he said. "It is as I suspected. There are forces at work here beyond my understanding. We are going to need support. Perhaps we should find that angel and his reaper companion. They seem to understand more of this situation than I."

Darius looked down at his rapiers. Though they still held a powerful holy enchantment, they seemed worn and dull. Likewise, his metal frame seemed pretty battered.

"Sir, though I wish to continue aiding you, I fear I have outlived my usefulness. Whatever we are facing, it seems certain that I cannot defeat it in my current form." He thought a moment, then looked up at Justin. "Unless... Sir, would you happen to have any more money with you, or else some precious metals of significant value?"

[Kan]

"Sure, what the hell, go on ahead" I say nonchalantly.
"I have millions, if not billions by now, in various banks and storehouses, that tends to happened in this business" I say to him as I walk back over to my bag of guns and pick it up.
"You would think they were after me because of what me and my team did so long ago, but they seemed to have another purpose, as if they were to stall us in some way" I say wondering.

"Go on ahead and get yourself cleaned up, I'll go to Jake's place in the hotel" I say while looking up to where I noticed some sort of battle going on before hand.

"Here use this to contact me" I throw Darius a cell phone, "My number is programmed into it" I say as I walk through the front doors.

[Ty]

"You have my gratitude, sir. I will contact you when I am finished. Farewell."

Darius turned and sprinted off into the shadows. In a few seconds, he was gone.

***

Darius stopped in front of a large metal door behind an abandoned factory. He knocked on the door, making a metallic clanging noise.

"Who goes there?" a scratchy voice said from behind the door.

"A friend," Darius responded.

"What's the password?"

"Geas-Quest."

There was a pause, and then the metallic door slowly slid open with a loud scraping noise. Behind the door stood a short, stout man with a thick brown beard, covered in grease. He looked like he'd just been working under the hood of the car for a long time.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite customer," the man said cheerfully. "What can I do for you today, tin man? Another tune-up?"

"I'm afraid not, friend. Circumstances have changed, and more drastic measures are needed." Darius reached down and pulled a small piece of parchment out of his boot and handed it to the man. "I will require an... upgrade of sorts."

The man looked at the parchment. He furrowed his brow and whistled.

"Can you help me?" Darius asked.

"Oh, I can do it, but a big project like this is gonna cost you."

"Money is no object. You may name your price."

The man sighed and slipped the parchment into his pocket.

"Alright. I guess I'd better get started if I'm going to finish this tonight. I hope I have enough iron. Come on in."

Darius followed the man inside, sliding the large metal door shut behind him.

[Rakk]

OOC: Way to kill it again guys...

IC:

Landing on the balcony of the pent house suite Ry'ach decided it would be best to study everything inside first. See the situation, feel out exactly what he needed to do in order to achieve his goal.

Ry'ach needed Metatron dead, or at least removed as a player from the universal game of chess, he needed to reawaken Yahweh, and he needed to seal off the Great Old Ones once and for all.

And judging by the current state of things inside persuasion would be easy, if it somehow matched their goals, or at least was presented as such.

He stepped through a broken glass window, no one seemed to notice they were going about their business making sure that the last of the few remaining angels were dead and simply not motionless.

Walking towards them Ry'ach started a Golf Clap, "Bravo, two against... what was it five?" As he pointed to the bodies of the fallen angels they were rended into dust. Stopping by the dead mortal, "Oh and a dead mortal. Congratulations... you can kill a powerless being."

Ry'ach smiled, "All kidding aside, I still have business to discuss, maybe our goals align here.You scratch my back, I scratch yours." Ry'ach went to pick up the piles fo dust which used to be Angelic bodies.