This is the end, but still your need is driven on

[liebe_krieg]

WHO: The Major, the Doctor, and their game pieces. I.e. EVERYONE.
WHERE: Throughout the City.
WHEN: The nights of Friday the 6th to Sunday the 8th.
WARNINGS: Violence and death galore.
SUMMARY: The Major and Doctor Einsturzen go to war for fun, and drag the entire City along for the ride.
FORMAT: Whatever works!

Nightfall was marked by fire. The subway station at East 42nd Street and Park Avenue rocked as a series of explosives ripped through the tunnels, setting everything ablaze, lighting up the evening and filling it with the terrified screams of civilians. That was the first. It was starting.

Across the City, there was movement from the underground. Vampires in trenchcoats and gas masks emerged onto the streets, bloodthirsty and vicious. Hounds the size of bears or larger, barely recognizable as what they once were, prowled from the alleys, saliva dripping from their jowls. Children in canine masks darted across the rooftops. All the while, more explosions tore across the City subway systems, as if keeping time for the two monstrous armies marching towards each other.

Anything that stood between them would be consumed-- natives, ImPorts, businesses, homes. Nothing was safe. This war would be winner take all, a prize of bloodshed and destruction to the psychopath left standing. The nights to follow would be long and full of terrors.

Comments

[returnsmagic]

[ For Aurican, it wasn't so much as dominance as it was simply he wants to see further out into the City. He looks everywhere but at Khisanth, particularly at the rooftops where people are more likely to use those blasted weapons.

But then something appears: some kind of a long, slender metal crate, propelled in the air by something spinning on top of it. It looks similarly like the toys children used in the city of the elves, but even he can tell this thing is meant for aerial travel. On the side it has a red cross upon a white field. Aurican rumbles loudly, and flames start to lick from his jaws, ready to knock the thing out of the sky if it appears threatening.

Slowly the crate takes a swerve away from the golf dragon, avoiding him while continuing to fly past. Aurican gave the thing a suspicious glare until it was out of the City.

Satisfied, Aurican kills the fire inside of him and looks back in front, hearing a massive noise not too far - the sounds of rocket launchers and loud bangs, of the screams of the dying and the bloodthirsty. It comes to originate from a relatively large building. The apartment Khisanth mentioned, Aurican supposes. ]

Is that it?

[onblackwings]

[ James does have a good point there, even if she's not entirely confident that it overrides the disadvantage of flying below a metallic dragon. But she eases a little, with a low aside of: ] Speaking of, as long as he's up there, keep it pointed toward him.

[ But then they're at their destination, and Khisanth pulls up to hover just out of range of the gunfire. ]

I suppose there might still be imPorts in there. [ Dick might still be in there. ] I'm sure someone would be upset if we merely destroyed the entire building.

[doubleoohbaby]

[The helicopter incident doesn't escape James' attention, and he's rather interested to spot what appear to be flames from that dragon. It would appear he's not totally without use after all, not that just being a huge ass dragon isn't without it's uses, but fire breathing makes it so much better. And he's already witnessed first hand what sort of tricks Khisanth has under her sleeves.]

Don't-- [Oh okay he didn't shoot it down, never mind then. All is well once more.

The grenade launcher is held upwards, idly resting on his shoulder which, he realises, is pretty much just how Khisanth wants it.]

I think we'd do best to keep it in tact if we can, impossible to say who's inside it.

[He's all for killing the vampires trying to defend though.]

[returnsmagic]

[ Aurican hovers above them, looking at the apartment, pondering. ]

We need to draw out a considerable amount of enemy forces before we can rescue any hostages inside. A distraction, perhaps.

[ He swerves to the left, away from Khisanth and her rider as he looks at the other streets and alleys that are passageways to this particular building. ]

Creating a choke point so any outside support forces can be slowed down to a crawl will be our advantage as well.

[onblackwings]

[ Nevermind that those are actually pretty sound ideas, Khisanth bristles at the thought of following a gold dragon's suggestion. She watches him distastefully. ]

No, that won't work. [ Why? She has no idea. It just won't, because she said so. She scrambles for an alternative. ] We should destroy all outside forces before they have a chance to get near. Just a choke point isn't enough.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Looking between the two of them (well, the back of Khisanth's head and the other flying dude) curiously. Well, both suggestions could work, but then again brute force and ignorance could probably work right now with two huge dragons on side.]

There's two of us- or three if you set me down. Attacking from either side might be our best bet, I don't see why we can't use both options. [Because he really doesn't feel like arguing with dragons, if that gold one is anywhere near as contrary as the black.]

[returnsmagic]

[ How typically chromatic. Aurican lets out an unamused rumble from his chest. Usually he isn't very contrary, but her idea, in his mind, is grossly foolish. ]

Do you see our kin here? Do you see any silvers or blues among us that can spread out and hunt down these forces? We need to converse our energy or we will only be knocked out of the sky, and be no better off.

[ At least the man offers a third option. ]

Agreed. But we need to . . . clean out for some room, as it were.

[ Aurican looks down at the small yard in front of the apartment, where there are soldiers milling about, moving in and out of the compound, armed with a variety of those fiery weapons. An idea comes to him, something that might get him pass the firing range without being seen. But such a feat will require precise timing and luck.

Without a further word, he tilts his body up and flaps his wings, gaining more altitude. ]

[onblackwings]

[ She's about to snap out another argument, as to why they need to do it exactly her way, but Aurican has already started away. She growls her frustration. It's really amazing how easy it is to forget all her meditative and calming training.

To James:] What is he doing? [ And without waiting for an answer, she starts winging up after him. ] What are you doing? Our fight is down here.