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capeandcowllogs2010-04-16 06:32 pm
liebe_krieg) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-04-16 06:32 pm
Entry tags:
- *in progress,
- mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- sanji | mr. prince,
- † !—dropped characters—! †,
- † agatha heterodyne | the maker,
- † garrus vakarian | the archangel,
- † geddoe | raijin,
- † jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- † lyra silvertongue | lizzie brooks,
- † n/a | the major,
- † nero | not interested--,
- † toph bei fong | blind bandit,
- † trowa barton | n/a,
- † zelgadis | greywords
And I can guide a missile by satellite
WHO: The Major and everyone who signed up to fight in the City.
WHERE: Locations across the City.
WHEN: 11 PM Friday evening.
WARNINGS: So. Much. Violence.
SUMMARY: Operation Gotterdammerung has begun, and with it Case Schwarze: a full air and ground assault against the ImPort community designed to prevent interference with the nuke in Washington. Missiles and vampires ahoy!
FORMAT: Whatever works.
NOTES: Don't forget to add your characters' tags as they join in!
Leaning back in his chair, occasionally taking the time to dictate a response to his post on the communicator, the Major watched happily as his master plan at last unfolded. It was all worth it, he could already tell. The months of planning, the prison takeover, the theft of the bomb, the kidnapping of the Detective, all the promises he’d made to his new comrades, it was all coming together right here in front of him, in the fire and explosions of detonating missiles and attacking vampires. It was the fulfillment of his most cherished dream: a war beyond any man’s history had ever known. Reports from his crew filtered in from all around him:
”Rot Team reports that they are in position Major. Package is secure.”
”Schwarze One reports commencing attack on police station.”
”Missile hit! Confirmed hit on Turing nightclub!”
”Schwarze Five, commencing assault on the Spark Roast.”
”Confirmed missile hits on both prisons!”
He sat and listened and smiled and watched. In less than an hour the device would detonate, and America’s capital would be swallowed up in a mushroom cloud. There would have to be retaliation, retaliation greater than that after Pearl Harbor, retaliation not just at those responsible but also at those who had let it happen because they were too busy looking after their own homes. There would be war, first native against ImPort, but then as things fell apart ImPort against ImPort, native against native, war between teams, countries, movements, alliances! War upon war upon war!
“It has begun,” the Major said to himself, watching the chaos unfold on the array of screens hanging from the ceiling in front of his seat, as well as through the DEM II’s vast observation window. “The dance that cannot end! The symphony I can revel in for all time! The fire that shall never burn out!”
Below, the prelude to that symphony continued.
WHERE: Locations across the City.
WHEN: 11 PM Friday evening.
WARNINGS: So. Much. Violence.
SUMMARY: Operation Gotterdammerung has begun, and with it Case Schwarze: a full air and ground assault against the ImPort community designed to prevent interference with the nuke in Washington. Missiles and vampires ahoy!
FORMAT: Whatever works.
NOTES: Don't forget to add your characters' tags as they join in!
Leaning back in his chair, occasionally taking the time to dictate a response to his post on the communicator, the Major watched happily as his master plan at last unfolded. It was all worth it, he could already tell. The months of planning, the prison takeover, the theft of the bomb, the kidnapping of the Detective, all the promises he’d made to his new comrades, it was all coming together right here in front of him, in the fire and explosions of detonating missiles and attacking vampires. It was the fulfillment of his most cherished dream: a war beyond any man’s history had ever known. Reports from his crew filtered in from all around him:
”Rot Team reports that they are in position Major. Package is secure.”
”Schwarze One reports commencing attack on police station.”
”Missile hit! Confirmed hit on Turing nightclub!”
”Schwarze Five, commencing assault on the Spark Roast.”
”Confirmed missile hits on both prisons!”
He sat and listened and smiled and watched. In less than an hour the device would detonate, and America’s capital would be swallowed up in a mushroom cloud. There would have to be retaliation, retaliation greater than that after Pearl Harbor, retaliation not just at those responsible but also at those who had let it happen because they were too busy looking after their own homes. There would be war, first native against ImPort, but then as things fell apart ImPort against ImPort, native against native, war between teams, countries, movements, alliances! War upon war upon war!
“It has begun,” the Major said to himself, watching the chaos unfold on the array of screens hanging from the ceiling in front of his seat, as well as through the DEM II’s vast observation window. “The dance that cannot end! The symphony I can revel in for all time! The fire that shall never burn out!”
Below, the prelude to that symphony continued.
SOMEONE SAY KOSHER. AND HEY THERE HOW'S IT HANGING.
GOOD BRAH GOOD HOW ARE YOUR INTESTINES
"Is it that easy?"
OH THEY'RE EXCELLENT. JUST CHILLING, HANGING OUT, YOU KNOW.
She was tiny. He paused, vampire head still in hand, studying her, before flinging the head over his shoulder and jumping down from the desk to tackle the next vampire.
"Easy as fucking pie." He told her, breaking the thing's neck with a crack and yanking the head free of the body. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up, for whatever reason, which was strange, because he hadn't had a feeling like this all damn day. Danger, Yusuke Urameshi, danger.
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And then, without any further warning, razor-sharp strips of flesh (http://www.onemanga.com/Claymore/81/30-31/) shoot out at the boy. It's lightning-fast, but Riful doesn't move from her spot; she hasn't even unclasped her hands. She's aiming to injure, to gouge, if he can't avoid it, but not to kill; he's too intriguing a possibility to finish just yet.
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He fires his spirit gun at her without even thinking about it as he lands back up on the desk, nearly staggering on his hurt leg.
"The fuck are you?" He snarls, and he's already thinking about how much damage she could cause if let loose, about how many people those strips of flesh could kill at once. Letting her out of here isn't an option. He just has to hope he can move faster than her.
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"That's none of your business, is it?" she calls from her new position, both now-outstretched arms rippling and branching out into more and more tentacles. Her voice is still cheerful, though she isn't quite smiling. "Answers to questions like that have to be earned, after all."
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Or hoped to be kicking, at least. This wasn't going to be easy, not judging on--fuck, what is she doing to her arms? It wasn't the first time he'd seen a demon transform in front of him, but Jesus, all those tentacles. He'd have nowhere to dodge, not if she could keep multiplying them like that.
"Here goes fucking nothing." He muttered, already displeased with his chosen course of action, and lunged forward at her, hopefully fast enough to surprise her, and avoid getting gutted.
oh my fucking god FINALLY i tag back :(
It was at about this point that Yusuke totally slammed into her.
pft there is no rush bb. take your time ^^
"You might want to tell me, while your jaw still works."
Tackling opponents was something better suited to schoolyard brawls than this, and he realized belatedly he could get hideously tangled up in her tentacles, but it was too late for that now. He settled for drawing his fist back aiming punches at her stomach.