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The gun barrel pointed at his face crumpled, twisting and bending as if it had been nothing more than clay. He vaguely registered the movement of the injured girls arm. Was that her doing? Must have been. Even if the gunshot would have done nothing, he would need to thank her later. He returned his full attention to the now helpless man. As his fanged grin grew wider he felt new tongues growing in his throat. With minimal force, he knocked the assassin to the ground. His right hand pressed him firmly against the asphalt. He would not be escaping any time soon. The urge to smash this pathetic scrap of meat into a red stain on the floor was nearly overwhelming, as the thick ropes of flesh behind his teeth writhed.

(I'm not sure what I did it said that got you so angry someplayers. Whatever it was, I really did not mean to offend you. I just wanted to let you know a small detail that wouldn't be possible. And I didn't ignore what you posted. I just acted in the line of thinking that your vacuum thing didn't work. Seeing as Genocide wouldn't have been effected by a lack of air anyway, I didn't feel the need to mention the fact that your plan didn't work. Again, I'm sorry for whatever upset you.)

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δ | Matilda Haywire | δ

δ | Khao | δ

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----Matilda did not expect the throbbing headache to surface and dissolve her concentration. She was left mentally stranded, cut off, and physically drained as she slumped to the floor of the apartment, not even caring that she was dirtying her trousers. Her muscles ached terribly, and what was that sound? Wincing, she clapped her hands over her ears at that unbelievably loud gust of wi- Wait what? Her indigo orbs came alight with interest as her eyelids shuttered open. She scrambled for the nearest window despite her protesting muscles, peering out cautiously. What lay before her nearly caused her jaw to hang open in a rather undignified way.
----In the far off distance, the sky had completely cleared, as if the clouds had been blockaded. The white tufts were milling around it grouchily for about half a minute before drifting back into formation. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the sill. "That cannot be possible," She thought disbelievingly. "No way." In a minute or so, the normality had been restored in front of her eyes.
----Against her own will, her curiosity spiked and the panic was suppressed - at least for the moment. She dashed back inside and snatched up her bag, grimacing slightly from the effort. Whatever had happened earlier, she had yet to fully recover. Risky conclusions traipsed through the forefront of her mind, and seizing hold of the irrational moment, she spontaneously made her decision.
----Down the fire escape she scurried down once more, lugging her bag with her and stubbornly ignoring the more logical part of her brain that was telling her she was being farcically stupid. Having picked up her phone along the way, she mouthed a silent thank you to her deceased parents and opened up the compass app, then the GPS. A couple of hasty calculations and another glance up at the sky prompted her to hail a cab with an earsplitting whistle. As in a literal whistle from her bag - an unfortunate quirk to her was that she had never learned to whistle. "Too bad you never taught me that, Mom." Shaking the thought aside, she clambered inside the musty cab. The driver glanced at her from the rearview mirror with steely eyes that disapproved of her and her lifestyle. Mattie refrained from rolling her own indigo orbs at him and instead fished out the money to pay. "Please take me-" She showed her phone screen to him. "-there."
----She ignored the extremely chastising look that was sent her way. Man, was she doing a lot of ignoring today. Without waiting for him to argue, she held out her jangling change. She met his gaze evenly, daring him to turn away a customer. The guy must have had bad business, because after a moment he grunted and took the money. The engine was kickstarted to life, and with another minute, they were moving.

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Δ | Nie Eikenboom | Δ

Δ | Chimera | Δ

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----A certain seventeen year old was not pleased. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence these days, and the constant, stormy expression was enough proof of that. Nie shoved her hands into the pockets of her sleeveless, leather duster. Her armband seemed to quiver from its place on her lower forearm, a subtle yet very trustworthy signal to steer clear. Not that her frosty eyes didn't convey the message well enough to passerby. She stalked down the sidewalk like a typical infuriated teenager, somewhat grateful for the dwindling crowds. She'd been walking aimlessly since breakfast, trying to forget the perturbing nightmares that continued to plague her. Her phone, a new one since she had broken her last one using the glass for a fight, was turned off and sitting idly in the inside of her duster.
----Being a restless spirit normally wasn't so bad. But these days? Nie glanced up at the sky ruminatively and grumbled quietly to herself. She couldn't think of anything to do, and that never happened. Until now, it appeared. Everything was fine and dandy three months ago but- "Nein. Don't go there, Nie," She mentally berated herself. "That's enough." Yet the burden of the matter continued to press down at her, urgently and plaintively, as she proceeded roaming the city.

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[[What Mattie saw was the oxygen expulsion (100 meter radius, if I recall correctly) from Allen's failed attempt on the grenade. I hope I'm guessing correctly that that would have some effect on the clouds, and definitely attract some interest from the more aware people. (Even if it's across the city...it's bound to do something, right?) If not, please forgive me as I bang my head on this desk because I too am suffering from the thing called homework. Actually no excuses can make this valid for me. I simply don't know.

Edit: I did notice that it was considered a failed attempt, but I wasn't sure if the oxygen thing went through or...]]

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The Black Assassin

The man's calm composure finally crumbled with his gun. He had not seen that coming. He only had time to swear quickly before he was knocked down and held in place by the monster. The other creature and his hostages were gone, he noted. He hadn't noticed when that had happened, the blasted immortal thing had stolen his attention. Speaking of said thing, the assassin glared up at the monstrosity with defiance. He wasn't scared of something like this. Not in the least.

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Rhiannon "Ricky" Anderson | Aviator

Ricky let herself relax slightly as Genocide seemed to have gotten the killer under control. However, she couldn't be quite sure there would be a killer to worry about much longer. Now that the main threat was under control, the woman felt just barely easy enough to leave his two team mates alone before dashing over to Genocide and his prey.

"Wait! I need him alive! I have questions!" She came to stop beside the man pinned to the ground and held out a hand as she spoke to her hulked out team mate: "You got him. Now calm down. Alright?" Worry shone in her eyes as the words rolled off of her tongue. Genocide might be a basically immortal monster but the the person in there somewhere was not. And if he went on a rampage now, that would be anything but good news for 'her' team. They had injured people, taking care of them came first now.

And then there was the person who shot Johnny. He was most likely still around, god knows what that guy was planning.

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(Your not afraid huh?. In the words of Yoda, "You will be" XD)

The girls words were met with not thing but gnashing teeth and savage growls. Genocide snapped his jaws only inches from her face, as he stared straight into her eyes. He knew she wouldn't back down though, and as much as he would have liked to ignore her, he could not disobey a direct order from his leader. His snarls turned to low rumbling pout noises, as he turned back to his prey

Gripping the mans legs tightly, he hoisted him into the air until he was eye level with Ricky. He placed a single claw to his stomach, pressing gently. "If you lie..." He left it at that. He desperately hoped he would lie, feeling a hot bloodlust in his veins.

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Jaden gazed down at his cigarette, now forgetting's its own salvatory spark flicker away at the previous lack of oxygen while relighting it with magnum in hand. He makes a gesture toward team's eldest, "I have some questions as well," before extending his aim towards the cluster of individuals. "They move when I say."

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Theia, upon feeling the tension ease once the large creature had lifted the man up by his legs, the pounding in her head and the growing warmth on her shoulder and leg became dizzying so she did what any other sane person would do. She used her metal bracelet to steady her like a bar in a bathroom shower as she started walking, well, limping over to the wall where she eased herself down and sat back against the wall. She removed her bandana with a flick of her fingers deftly controlling the metal as though it were another hand. She started tying the fabric around her thigh, above the wound as tightly as she could, which wasn't very much as her "sight" got fuzzy.

Her greyish white eyes blinked a few times as they felt the slight breeze run over the normally covered skin. Once she had tied the bandana, though it was rather ineffective in slowing the bleeding, she put a hand to her injured shoulder and felt the shard of metal getting closer to her bone as she moved. She tensed her hand and begun pulling it out, gritting her teeth and shutting her useless eyes. She let out a pained breath she had been holding as she let the scrap of metal fall to the ground next to her, to be lost in the grass. I only hope those people on the ground over there are in better shape than I am. She thought to herself as she focused on regaining a little control over the blinding throbbing in the back of her skull.

Rhiannon "Ricky" Anderson | Aviator

Icy dread seeped into the very core of Ricky's bones as the seconds ticked by painfully slowly. Just as it seemed like Genocide was beyond words, the man in monster's clothing gave in. Better yet, he dangled his captive by the legs in front of Ricky, perfectly at eye level too. Murmuring a gentle "Thanks" to her ally, the woman turned to the helpless assassin who didn't look too pleased with the treatment he was getting. In fact, he was too busy glaring daggers at Genocide to even take much notice of Ricky.

However, before Ricky could start interrogating the assassin, the man that shot Johnny spoke. She gave him a suspicious glance while pondering what to do with him. After a while of silence, Ricky gave him an answer: "Guess you have to wait for your turn then." The man seemed like a logical guy so if answers were all he wanted, he would probably leave them be after getting them. Though before she turned back to their captive, Ricky gestured towards Genocide while she spoke to the mystery man again: "Just so you know, he moves even without my saying." The blonde woman liked to think herself as reasonable but she didn't like being threatened.

Without any further words to the stranger, Ricky directed her attention to the assassin again with the first question rolling off her tongue effortlessly, "Daniel sent you?" The captive glanced at Ricky, then at Genocide, then at the rather sharp claw being pressed against his stomach and then finally back at Ricky again.

"I told you that already."

"Why?"

"Usually, when you send a trained killer after people, you have one specific reason for it."

Not amused by the reply she got, Ricky narrowed her eyes as she struggled to keep herself in check. She wasn't going to hit a captive, even if said captive had just tried to kill her and her friends and was currently being a douchebag. Crossing her arms, Ricky shifted on her feet as she asked the next question, "Where is he?"

"How should I know? I'm not his mother."

"Do I need to remind you of your situation? I'll have you know that I'm not the mother of the guy currently dangling you in the air and I don't think he'd listen to his mother either. So I suggest you keep your smart comments to yourself."

The assassin gave a wary glance at Genocide before answering the question again: "My point still stands. The Red Puppeteer isn't stupid, he wouldn't have sent me here if I knew anything valuable. You should know that already."

That made Ricky shut up. She knew the killer was right and it pissed her off. They wouldn't get anything out of him. Sighing, she gave up and turned to look at the stranger again, "Guess it's your turn then."

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Jonathan "Johnny-boy" Lee | Leech

Cold. Why was he so cold again? And what was the strange feeling he had? It was like his whole body was made out of lead. Focusing his thoughts was hard and opening his eyes felt like too much of a task. Oh, right. He was tired. He had forgotten what it felt like to be tired. He didn't like it.

Groaning, Jonathan rolled over onto his side but didn't really have the energy or willpower to even try to get up. Being tired sucked majorly. He'd have to remind himself not to be tired ever again. How had he even gotten himself into this situation in the first place?

Giving up all effort to move, the lad instead focused on trying to remember what the heck he had been up to for it to end like this. He remembered taking a little stroll through the neighborhood and some weird guy. A very suspicious guy.

Oh right, the weird suspicious guy had shot him. No wonder he wasn't feeling too well.

Though what happened after that was more or less fuzzy. He vaguely remember pain and cold, so nothing too pleasant could've happened while he was out, right? He could hear voices not too far from him, some familiar, some less so. However, he didn't even bother opening his eyes to see what was going on. He was too tired.

And thirsty.

And cold.

And, even though he'd never admit it, scared.

With no energy to even get up by himself, frightened little Johnny-boy gave an almost inaudible whimper as he curled in on himself without even realizing he was doing it.

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((Yay for a post that doesn't suck that bad. :,D Also, figured I might as well kick my mohawk-headed moron back to consciousness now that I have more time to write stuff. :b))

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Mag put away his handgun, "Fair enough." His arms crossed with finger on both trigger and detonator, respectively. "So long as we can meet some sort of ground."

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Morrigan closed the door to her hotel room, her purse slung over her shoulder as she exited the building, clad in a smooth black dress with matching boots and reversible jacket. She had her long hair up in an intricate bun, pinned up by a shiny red pin. She checked the address on her phone, glancing at the street signs as she turned left, walking down the sidewalk. She stopped outside of the coffee shop, almost barren with customers. "Just an iced black please?" She waited patiently as the barista brought her her drink. "Thank you." She said as she took a seat by the window. The man, clad in a sleek black suit, sat down across from her as she took a sip of her beverage. "Do you have the information?" She inquired, looking out of the window. "It's all in here." He replied, placing a thin manila folder on the table between them and tapping it with a finger. "Now tell me, what do you want with The Web?" He asked as she slid some cash across the table to him. "That is something you do not need to know." She replied coldly, picking up the folder with the hand not holding her chilled drink as she strode out of the coffee shop.

What was inside the folder was nothing special, just a few tips on finding The Web -or more specifically, certain people connected to them. The Web seemed to be everywhere these days, and Morrigan knew that her only real chance of taking down Fausto was to go after The Web as well. She slipped into a nearby bathroom, letting her hair down, inverting her jacket, black side for red, and swapping her black boots for a crimson pair of high heels. She tucked her shoes into her purse and washed the thin layer of makeup from her face. It was never a bad idea to play it safe, as you never know who might be watching. Manila folder secured in her purse, she returned to her hotel room without trouble, flicking the folder open and scanning the contents as soon as she had made it into the hotel room's bathroom. The first several slips of paper were mainly just pages of information she already knew, but the final slip of paper was something she had almost overlooked. After she had left Squad One, she hadn't really cared to keep track of the team, much less what had happened to previous teammates. This last piece of information was about Chimera, who had, according to this, left Squad One to join Fausto. The page mainly consisted of basic information on her that Morrigan already knew, but it brought a new target up. She shredded the papers into thin strips and squares, flushing them down the toilet and disposing of the information. It wouldn't be long, she decided, before she'd have a little talk with Chimera.

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The sound of violence triggered Vennidal's activation sequence, detaching the plugs at the base of her neck. Her eyes flicked open, and she quickly scanned the area. "Threat detected. Signs indicate two detonations. Mk 2 Grenades. Several minor injuries, two major. Organic repair protocol activating." Her bare feet shuffled slowly across the wood panel floor, through the building to the front door. As she walked, nearby electronics reached out to her like beggars before a queen. She opened the door, stepping into air still clogged with dust. She turned, ignoring the barely contained chaos in the street, and walked to the girl leaning against the wall. She stood over her, searching for any signs of internal damage. Her attention was drawn to the blankness of the girls eyes. Query: What is wrong with her optics? She knelt next the girl, completely oblivious to her surroundings. She had a very limited understanding of personal space, which was blatantly obvious as she gently ran her fingers across the girls face. For all her knowledge, she was unaware of the concept of blindness. Her own eyes were wide with curiosity, as she moved her face uncomfortably close to the other girls. "Why are your optics like that?" She asked softly.

Vannister's mind was in torment. He desperately tried to hold Genocide back, but was beginning to slip. His mind mellowed, as if some strange aphrodisiac was dulling his senses. He knew what had to be done. If he didn't, his friends would be in even more peril. His mind sank below the surface. The chain slipped free. The beasts whole body slackened for a moment as the Demon took near full control. It's eyes were glazed over at first, but quickly took on the color and texture of toxic oil. The hand of the beast clenched down so hard on the assassin's ankles, an audible crack rang out. It tossed it's prey into the nearby field, lunging after it. This was Vannister's last action before letting Genocide run, simply to remove the beast from his allies immediate area. The unfortunate man's screams where cut short by barbed tongues plunging down his throat. Claws and teeth and barbs tore and crushed. True horror is not know until one witnesses the blood rage of a Demon. Soon, all that was left was a mangled, bloody husk, lying silently in the field. Genocide hunched over it, panting heavily.

(I wasn't exactly sure how descriptive I could be on what Genocide did to the guy, so I went with a "safer" alternative. Let me know if this is still to much. I always have to ask about this, since as it turns out, more people than you might think are a bit disgusted by my graphic writing style XD)

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Theia's mind was whirling as so many things happened. A female figure, seemingly an authoritative being, began questioning the attacker who was held in the air by the creature. The creature seemed to grow uneasy and all of a sudden a sickening crunch could be heard as the man's ankles were crushed and was thrown out of her field of "vision" and the creature followed. What she could see was blurry, but her train of thought was broken as a partly metal girl walked over to her and knelt next to her. "M-my optics?" She stuttered as the girl reached out and ran her fingers on her face. Theia pulled her face away slightly, but found she couldn't pull away very much as she was backed against the wall. "I was born like this... I'm blind." She said, aware of the proximity of the other girl's face to hers. A cyborg? This day is getting weirder and weirder... She had never been a huge fan of people touching her to help guide her, let alone touch her face out of curiosity.

Theia went to shift herself to the side to put a little distance between her and the metal girl in front of her, but as she put weight on her shoulder she nearly collapsed as white hot pain seared through her limb. She hissed as she sat upright and grasped at the hole in her shirt, which was very damp. The black blood sludge on her cheek dribbled down to her jaw and slid down onto her neck causing her to shudder. Oh why did I decide to jump into the situation...

Mag flicked his revolver toward the eldest of the group. "We need to have a chat regarding your rag-tag group of idiot privateers about taking what belongs to me." His stride slows toward the woman with magnum in hand, "We are going inside, but your lackies stay here; it's the least you can do for promising me the assassin and not awarding me such. Understood?"

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The force of the initial two grenades had thrown Tara backwards. As she sat trying to rub the dust from her eyes, she became aware of how little she could hear, other than a long ringing noise that seemed to be coming from every direction at once. Not far away she could see Trix yelling angrily at some stranger, whom Tara assumed was the attacker, but the words were fuzzy. As if someone had stuffed cotton wool into her ears.

Eyes watering from the dust and ears blocked by the blast, the following events passed by Tara as if she were watching them on an old out-of-focus and muted TV screen. Genocide being blasted open, the gun crumpling, more strangers appearing, Trix's various transformations, all barely registering on Tara's exhausted mind.

Then Tara felt a strangely familiar sensation on the back of her hand and it took a moment for her to realize what it was. Sunlight. The smoke that had earlier covered the field was all but gone, allowing the suns rays to once again reach Tara. She stretched her arms high, eagerly reaching for the life-giving light, feeling it soak into her veins and spread through her body. Whether by a coincidence in timing, or by the energy provided by the sun, Tara's ears also began to clear and she became aware of Ricky's conversation with the stranger being restrained by Genocide.

She glanced quickly from person to person, taking in the situation, and her eyes darkened. This ruined dump of a school may not be all that much, but it was theirs. Their place of refuge and safety. Their place to escape from the craziness that was the rest of the world. And now it had been invaded and people, her friends, had been hurt.

Tara got to her feet, slow and unsteady. She wasn't fully recovered, far from it, but the sun had done enough for what she wanted to do. But she had only taken a single step in the direction of the others when suddenly Genocide went savage. Tara looked away as the stranger was ripped to shreds, turning her attention back to Ricky and another stranger, a none-too-friendly one by the look of his weapon.

"No way, there is no way you can go in there alone with him!"

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(Sorry if I did anything wrong, I wasn't sure how to go back a bit so I could explain where Tara was in everything that went down since I last posted. Feel free to rip my post to shreds if I did it wrong.)

((Nah, you're fine JustMe. :]))

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Rhiannon "Ricky" Anderson | Aviator

Ricky's body tensed as Genocide's went slack. That couldn't mean anything good. "Vannister...?" the woman asked cautiously while taking a step towards the big beast. However, before she could do anything else, Genocide suddenly crushed the assassin's ankles before tossing the poor man onto the field, away from her and the rest of the team. Ricky could only watch in horror as the monster that had apparently taken over Vannister's mind mauled their captive before anyone could stop it.

They had only just dealt with the killer their former leader had sent after them and now one of their own was on a rampage. And then there's that guy, Ricky mentally noted as the guy with the gun addressed her. His demand wasn't unreasonable but Ricky would have been way more compliant if the man wasn't threatening and ordering them around while she had much bigger problems. Like Genocide. And then there was still the fact that the man shot one of hers.

"No way, there is no way you can go in there alone with him!" Ricky looked over at Tara as she expressed her opinion on the matter none too gently. She had a rather good point, no one sane would willingly walk into a confined space with an armed man. Though you probably couldn't be entirely sane if you went around fighting criminals in a Halloween costume. Ricky gave the area a quick scan with her eyes before she finally answered the man, "Put your weapon away and we can have a chat like civilized people, alright?"

However, before she went anywhere with the guy, Ricky turned towards Vennidal and the injured woman she was grouching by, "Trojan! Genocide's out of control, can you try to snap him out of it or keep him under control?" After barking out the order, Ricky glanced at their little ice wizard who had arrived not to so long ago and was still in full swing and then returned her attention back to their cyborg, "Take Shiver with you, he'll be your backup."

Then, Ricky turned to Tara, "I'll be fine. I need you to keep an eye on Al and Leech and that woman over by the wall who got mixed into our mess." Pausing, Ricky seemed to realize something. "And someone needs to find Druid, I can't see her anywhere."

Turning towards the strange man, Ricky gave her a suspicious glance before starting to walk towards their pathetic excuse of a base, "Alright, let's go talk. You can tell me all about what you think we took from you but make it quick. I have other more pressing matters waiting."

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Jonathan "Johnny-boy" Lee | Leech

Gradually, the voices around him became clearer and Johnny could start recognizing them. He could definitely hear Ricky and Tara but there was still some he couldn't connect to familiar faces. And that sound which pretty closely resembled something getting crushed to mush wasn't very soothing. Even though he wasn't exactly feeling like getting up from the stone cold ground, some particular words Ricky uttered stood out to him and more or less forced him to stop lazying around.

"I need you to keep an eye on Al and Leech-"

An annoyed frown marred Johnny's face as he finally got his eyes open and pushed himself to a sitting position with way more effort than it should have taken. His words came out strained and weak but he stubbornly tried to hide it but failed miserably, "I'm perfectly fine. I don't need no baby sitter." Especially that nagging plant-lover, he added mentally.

Swaying slightly, the lad took a look around his surroundings. It seemed like something rather big had gone down and he kind of didn't want to know what the thing Genocide was standing over was. The creepy guy who shot him was chatting with Ricky for some reason and there was some random injured woman sitting by the wall. Confused, Johnny croaked out, "What'd I miss?"

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"You don't know what you took from me?" Mag gestures toward the remains of the deceased assassin. "You had stated that I could have him when you were done. I am owed that individual, but said ideal was not reached."

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Vennidal pulled back slightly at the girl gasp of pain. "You are hurt. Stay still or you will cause more bleeding." She blinked, the servos driving her eyes clicking quietly. "I apologize for having caused you discomfort. Please allow me to remedy the pain for now." Her hand contorted, it's pieces separating and rebuilding. Where her hand had been was now a syringe with a very thin needle. "Please remain calm. I am injecting you with a low intensity local anesthetic. It will relive you pain until my brother can see to you wounds." She quickly pressed the needle into her arm, then her leg, numbing the areas. Standing, she moved slowly across the street and into the field where Genocide was feeding. "I do not require Shivers assistance. He will not hurt me." Without any fear, she walked right up to the thing. It growled as she came closer, going so far as to swipe at her dress. She shot forward, and before Genocide could react, gave him powerful backhanded slap. The monster sat staring at her for a moment, obviously surprised. Then it began to laugh, if you could call it that. It sounded more like a hyena being beaten to death. As it laughed it shrank, it's skin lightening to human tones once more. A moment later, Vannister stood in the field, a bright red hand prim on his jaw, and blood dripping from his hands and mouth. He stretched, his joints popping as he did. His eyes wandered to the bloody mess by his feet. He sighed, moving back towards the rest of the group. He suddenly noticed the gun in the strangers hand. "What is it with people pointing guns at us today?" Increasing his pace, he stood beside Ricky. He made a mental note to apologize to her later for losing it like that. For now, he would just stand here and make sure she didn't get shot. His plan was to step in front of the gun if things went south.

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Jaden Mag gazed into the eyes of the despicable slime that had bloodied his prey. "Would you mind? I am trying to take care of some business, that which does not concern you." His fingered remains on the trigger, prepared to strike as swiftly as he was wronged. "Do not confuse me for a crook. My intentions are my own, yet I have now been wronged on several accounts."

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Theia heard the girl tell her to stay still and she nodded, she wouldn't have to be told twice. Theia's eyes snapped open as she heard and "saw" the girl's hand move and distort into a needle-like apparatus. Theia had never been a fan of needles so she shifted slightly as it was brought closer, but she couldn't do much in the way of resist, but as the girl explained what it was she calmed slightly. Wincing at the quick intrusion of the needle into her flesh her face relaxed once both areas began to feel a different sort of warmth. She knew she still had her limbs, but she couldn't feel them. She actually felt a cool rush of nerves run through her gut as her subconscious began to panic. She had relied on her sense of touch for so long that not feeling her limbs freaked her out even though she knew they were still there. She watched in her own silent panic attack as the girl left her and walked straight over to the creature. Does she not know of fear? Her grey eyes widened as she heard a resounding slap sound and could just make out that she had actually struck the creature. She blinked a few times at the near terrifying laughing emanating from the creature's body. What have I gotten myself into? She let out the breath she realized she had been holding since the girl had approached the creature. She took a deep breath, unhindered by pain in her shoulder, well, most of it, there was still a very slight tingling feeling that was rather unpleasant. What an odd day I've had...

Ricky had told Ethan to go with Vennidal to calm down Genocide. Genocide had always creeped Ethan out, to say the least. As you would imagine, Ethan wasn't the most pleased to have to help calm the beast, but he did so anyway. As he made his way over Genocide, Vennidal had stated that he no longer needed his help. 'Well I can't exactly leave you alone with Genocide, not in his current state...'

Due to Ethan being further away than the others, before he could make his way over to Genocide, Vennidal had already managed to calm him down. Ethan then noticed Vannistar heading inside to where Ricky and the stranger had went. Ethan thought that Genocide was probably going to go after the stranger, like he had done previously with the other, and we didn't need another mess like the last one. Somebody else needed to be in there in case Vannistar lost control again.

Once Ethan had made his way inside and was next to Vannistar, it was obvious the stranger was not happy to see Vannistar. Ethan whispered into his ear, his voice muffled through the mask, "Just stay calm, Genocide. Let her talk to him. You're the last person this guy wants to see right now." Ethan couldn't allow Genocide to anger the trigger happy stranger any further.

Rhiannon "Ricky" Anderson | Aviator

Oh, right... Ricky thought as the stranger pointed out that they had taken the assassin from him. Though, it wasn't exactly her fault that the guy had been... disposed of. Speaking of which, Ricky whipped her head towards the field again as the ungodly 'laughing' filled the area. The woman resisted the urge to grimace at the noise and decided to be grateful that Vennidal seemed to have her brother under control instead. However, she was less grateful when the newly recovered Vannister strode over to stand beside her. His intentions were good but he was only making things worse. Ethan joining in on the little meeting might or might not be a good thing either. More people just made things more complicated.

Quite frankly, Ricky was starting to get frustrated with the situation. "Genocide, Shiver, I appreciate what you're doing but could you just step back before this gets worse than it has to be?" After addressing her team mates, she turned to the stranger with the gun, "I doubt the assassin could've given you anything. But ask away and I'll see if I can and want to answer." Ricky gave the gun a quick glare before looking at its wielder again, "And would you put that thing away already."

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