Loa Blood

[cats]

Nia

IC: In my desperate state I did only what seemed naturally and not what was practical. I threw a punch but the create quickly countered with it's still coated wing. I felt a great deal of pressure go back into my hand.

I then began to raise my leg for a quick kick, which I hoped would be more potent then my punch, but the creature had been faster and firmly hit me in the gut. With no effort at all he picked up my light body with one hand. It held me by my throat and in an almost relapse of my first times fighting on the island I simply stood their as if waiting to die.

No don't let this happen again. I had to do something, I had to act fast. I could still win but it would take some effort. Where is the vulnerable spot on this creature? Where is it? I looked down at the creature who was speaking to me, but with the scene running threw my head I was deaf to here it.

With no effort the creature threw me back ten feet, while in the air I choose to react. I moved my feet down and behind me to keep my balance and land instead of fall. My feet slid across the rough asphalt trying to grip it an when it finally did I lacked the stable mind to balance on it. The ground dragged my feet from behind me, to in front of me and I feel on my arms and slid several more feet before I stopped. In total I was only three cars down from where I started but the trip seemed much longer then that.

The crusher advanced looking down at me with a mix of surprise and and annoyance. This isn't a creature I'm fighting, no this thing has human emotions and to do this makes it a monster. I got up on my feet once more and looked back to it with a look just as annoyed.

Time to act, because reaction has done nothing to aid me. I bolted out at the creature once more and held an arm back in the air behind me ready to strike at the crusher. As I moved in close I quickly dodged under it's arm and kicked it in the back of the knee. The sweeping kick was enough to bend the softer metal of the joint and the crusher fell forward. I sprang to my feet and kicked it in the back of the head. The monsters head moved forward and stopped. I took a step back out of it's reach so I would have a slightly better chance in it's next attack. So far I've done little besides making it mad, and my soar arms remind me that it has enough power to do some serious damage to me.

 

[Morgoth]

The Crusher lay there, unmoving. Then, without warning, a wing rocketed out, slamming Nia in the stomach and throwing her back. The Crusher stood, laughing. "You are Gifted too! Excellent! I've grown tired of these pathetic mortals! But worry not! I'm going to crush your spine to pulp!" Chuckling, he advanced. Nia stood, staring in shock as the Crusher threw a fist forward catching her across the face. Then, he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face-first into the ground. He lifted a heavy foot and stamped down, crushing her face into the pavement. Then, he stepped back. "Please don't tell me you're already dead! I need better blood than this!"

 

[SwampThing]

Two fighter jets tear through the air above Bay City, their sonic boom trailing seconds behind. The pilots' viewscreens show the smoking midtown crater in magnified ultraviolet, computer tracking systems locking in on the hulking winged figure at the heart of the devastation.

Two anti-tank missiles streak to the ground. Twin explosions fill the crater with sudden flame and noise. Civilians still struggling amid the rubble are tossed like burning leaves. The great glass walls of the Moddox Mall shatter and rain onto the streets below.

The two jets circle wide around the city, coming in for a second pass.

Smoke clears in the crater. The Crusher was thrown thirty feet by the blast. His right arm and eye are ruined, his right wing mangled and useless. All the metal plating on his right side is fractured and melted, twisted shards jutting into his flesh. But still he rises.

Nia has been flayed, the skin almost completely stripped from her body, leaving her a ragged, bloody mess that burns with pain. She feels broken ribs, wrist, ankle, leg, and cracked skull. She also rises.
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Beneath the crater, the missile blasts collapse the chamber where Symphony lay, but he and the white-clad man from GAIA are gone.

Dr. Bobby Dugan strips off his bulky protective gear, and straps Symphony onto the operating table of his armored mobile laboratory. The doctor has wild dark hair, a tangled beard, and Amunet features. He wears a stained white tank-top and loud flower-pattered shorts. He glances at the viewscreens while taking a drink from his hip flask.

"We're still way too close to the action. Beatrice! How are those Quantum Spectranalysis readings coming?"

"Analysis complete." responds the calm, clear voice of the lab's computer.

"Alright," says the doctor, "then lets get the ash out of here."

 

[Morgoth]

He stands, screaming in rage. The muscles in his arm begin to reknit, but it will be at least a day before it'll be useable again. His eye fills in almost immediately, however, and he fixes his gaze onto the sky, seeing the smoke trails. "How dare you?" He screams and creates a massive shield of pure heat around him and extends it out to 100 feet. "How dare you?" His rage builds. He maintains the shield, putting extra heat into a 200 yard sphere in the center of the shield. With another scream, he hurls it forward, straight where the jets are headed. "How dare you?" he screams once more as the invisible heat streaks at mach-6 to the ignorant fighters.

 

[Morgoth]

At first, the sphere is unseen and unfelt as it rockets toward the pilots. Then, turbulence begins, picking up until the force of it begins to throw the planes back, sending them into stall and tearing off plating. The terrible heat leaks into the cockpits and the temperature rises dramatically.

Dor Tren barely knew what hit him. One moment, he was about to launch the second strike onto the monster below him. The next, he was screaming as his blood began to boil and his skin liquefy. Just before his eyes melted and flowed from his face and the heat hit instantly cooked his brain, his last thought was that of his wife and 3-year old daughter awaiting him on the base.

The fighters crumpled and disintegrated in the sky, and the Crusher looked at the empty sky, uncomprehending. "HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU? I'M GOING TO KILL EVERY SINGLE, LAST ONE OF YOU! I'M GOING TO TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB! I'M GOING TO MAKE BEFORE LOOK LIKE A VACATION! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME? HOW DARE YOU ATTACK PERFECTION?!" Heat blast after heat blast followed the terrible roar, much weaker than the preceding one. His rage had fueled that fire. That terrible hell-fire could not be produced by anything but the monster's rage. Then, panting, the Crusher stopped. He looked at his mangled arm. "I am not happy,” spoke Dan Williams. “But I can be once more after I feed!" interjected the Crusher. Dan Williams considered the idea, approved it, and with a manic laugh, grim and dark, he lifted up towards the Jackson Street Bridge, forgetting the twisted wreckage of Nia's body.

 

[Morgoth]

He lands heavily on the bridge. He would need the food out of their vehicles to do his task. He roars, shattering windows all around, sending small waves of heat. Not even enough to kill a man, it is enough to shatter the glass all around. People stare in dumb shock for a moment, then get out of their cars and begin running. Dan Williams is patient. The pain is tearing him apart, but he ignores it. He lifts high into the air and creates a massive ring of fire around the largest group, and he chuckles as he lands among them. All around, the fire leaps 40 feet into the air, burning on nothing but oxygen. The nightmare beast snaps a man in two with a lound crack and gobbles him down. This is not pleasing, but necessary. He is quick and grim about it, no longer laughing or smiling. After the first man, he simply kills the rest and moves from one body to another. His large, powerful jaws work quickly, tearing away the parts that will assist him in regenerating his torn body. Soon, he is done with his work and stands, leaving torn and chewed bodies underneath. Indeed, it is clear from even a cursory glance that these people were mauled viciously. Dan Williams throws out a wave of intense heat, avoiding the corpses and making sure that it only heats the fleeing people and vehicles, either incinerating or detonating them. Some, the heat just scorches, the force of it pushing them over the edge, enough for him. After several more such waves are released, the bridge is cleared for all but the pile of corpses behind him. He laughs and sits, waiting patiently as the protiens work themselves into his system and set to work fixing his arm.

 

[Maka]

Michael winced at the scalding coffee in his lap.

"It's okay", he told the waitress, "I never liked that layer of skin much anyway"

He dabbed at the spilt coffee with a cloth, more for the sake of doing something than making an actual attempt to clean it up.

"So, what is that, anyway?", he asked the girl he was sharing the table with, indicating the column of smoke in the distance. "I heard... something. Looks like it's being a good day for disasters"

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Faith

Faith looked out the window towards the smoke.

"Oh, it could be a Gifted power gone haywire, or the Crusher on another rampage, or just an ordinary fire." She said in an offhand way. "Normally I'd be scooting my butt over there, but I need to wait here for someone." She glanced at her watch; it'd stopped.

"I'm guessing something to do with the Gifted. Just since we've been sitting here a lot of electrical do-dad's have gone wonky like my laptop and watch." She wrinkled her nose at him. "Sometimes it's hard to get a grip on things when you've been touched by the Loa. There's a lot of people who want to put Gifted in camps or something, but what they're proposing is basically the inhumane treatment of innocent victims."

She passed him more napkins. "Sorry, it's my soapbox, and I'll get off of it now." She grinned and ran her fingers through her wild dark curls. "So, you new to town?"

 

[cats]

Nia

IC: With a blow form the monsters wings my ribs cracked in pain. I could only look onward as the crusher punched my face. I fell back on the ground before he stepped on my head pushing it down toward the ground. The pressure was building and my head would soon pop, thats something that has never happened before, does this mean I won't be able to heal myself? Will I simply die and end my life saving my families honor?

A deafening sound was heard and there was a blinding light. I knew I was dead, and yet I was sad that I couldn't defeat the crusher. My families honor was saved but my own was destroyed. I would not be remembered as a hero but instead as foolish girl who got into trouble.

The white light left me and every thing was quiet. My pain was gone and I could move freely once more. I moved my arms behind me and raised my head. Looking up I saw the city before me and the crusher getting up in much the same shock. The crushers body was mangled and the once firm metal plates were gone on half of it's body. Now was my chance, I could hit it and do damage. Looking at the crusher I smiled a my good fortune, the crushers face wasn't one of shock like I fight thought how ever, it instead was one of rage.

The crusher quickly moved to it's feet and moved wildly as if doing something not visible to my eyes. I took a couple deep breaths to prepare for the impending clash, but some how was unable to stop the deep breaths.

I begin to spring board to my feet but lack the energy to get up like that. I then slowly turn onto my side place my hands against the ground and do I push up to my feet, all the while my eyes are closed in an effort to concentrate solely on what I had to do. I place one knee forward and shift my weight onto it with my right hand. I look down at the hand which was covered in blood. I look up and down my arm and all thats there is raw flesh leaking blood from all locations.

There was no pain, I simply was tired. I began to shift my wait back onto my other foot, but found myself unable to do so. "I can't feel my leg." My hearing began to clear and I could here my voice over shadowed by that of the crusher. I continued to place my weight back on that unfeeling foot and as I did slow I could here the sliding and cracking of bones. The crusher stopped it's rage and flew into the air, albeit at a very clumsy pace.

I smiled as it left. "Rematch some other time then." My leg once more began to feel a sign of it's healing and so did the rest of my body. The pain rushed in and over took me. I feel forward and my vision was gone before I hit the ground.

 

[SwampThing]

The GAIA mobile armored lab was recently white, but is now scorched grey, instrument antenae hanging broken or melted. It's thick treaded wheels grip the ruins as it crawls though the rubble to Nia's body. Mechanical arms lift her gently and move her inside the vehicle. Inside, Dr. Dugan carefully straps her onto the second operating table.

"Beatrice, medscan. Is she going to make it?"

"Patient's condition is stable, Dr. Dugan."

"Stable my ass! Just look at her! Your systems are fried, B. How bad did you get hit by those missile shocks?"

"I am operating at 89% capacity. Patient's condition is stable and improving. Full-scale cellular regeneration will be complete in 3 - 8 hours."

"Ash, that's fast. What a day. Beatrice, set course for the Carrier."

 

[Morgoth]

He has while to think as his arm is regenerating. He tears off a piece of the metal which was just recently so stable. He looks at it carefully, ideas slowly forming within his head. He looks up as one develops in particular. With a horrible glare at the city all around him, he laughs as he plans it.

 

[Morgoth]

The Crusher stood slowly, sighing, ruubbing his slowly-healing arm. He looked around again at the city, slowly choosing his next target. Nodding once he settled on it, he began to move. Reflected in his malignant eyes was the Coda building.

 

[Morgoth]

As he walked, he toyed with the chip of metal. Acting on impulse, he took the metal and jammed it into a gash on his arm. He growled as pain spread throughout his arm and shoulder as the gash absorbed the metal. A new voice sprung into his mind. "Who are you? Where am I? Who am I?" Dan Williams responded. "I am perfection. We are known to the others as the Crusher, but I am Dan Williams. You appear to be a new sentience within my body. As for your name, I know not. If you agree with my goals, we can co-exist. Otherwise, I must dominate you as I have done with the other two." The voice spoke back,"I can be called Mel. As for relationship, I agree with almost everything. However, I think that we should not kill, but injure", spoke the voice. "Killing is necessary. However, we shall worry about that when that comes up. As for now, you are too weak to do anything. Rest and assist me in my regeneration. Then, we shall work to accomplish our goals. I believe me and you shall be great friends", said Dan Williams. He waited until the new sentience faded back. He was in firm control. And his power, mental and physical, would only continue to grow.

 

[SwampThing]

Amanthus Boola steps out onto the rooftop helipad of the Bay City Coda building. A Vice-President, Boola is the highest ranking Coda bureaucrat still in the city. That is, the highest ranking bureaucrat who wasn't relocated after the first Crusher attack nearly a month ago.

"This way, Mr. Boola." The team of grey-suited security men stride nervously toward the waiting helicopter, all eyes on the burning remains of the Jackson Street Bridge.

Boola paused, sighing as he looked at the destroyed remains of the landmark.

Twenty floors below, Paige sits in her command chair, visual readouts all around her showing the locations of the incoming second wave of jet fighters, the retreating police forces, and the Crusher himself. "Sir? SIR!" she shouts through the radio connection into Boola's earpiece. "The Crusher, sir, it's headed right for us!"

 

[Morgoth]

He laughed as the fleeing people were incinerated. This was fun! In fact, he had nearly changed his goals once or twice to killing everything. But in the end, his rationale had always won out. He sighed. The sacrifices he was willing to make for mankind. Then, he sighted another group of people break and run. He laughed again as he incinerated them. The runners weren't the annoying ones though. It was the people who charged him. They always had a gun or knife or something along those lines. And he always resorted to physical violence to kill them. Like the one who just charged him, brandishing a sword. The sword swung down, the Crusher shattering it midswing with one powerful hand. Then, he picked the man off the ground and crushed him. He saw a helicopter take off from the roof of his goal. He lifted into the air, appearing next to it before it had gotten off the roof. He tore a door off the side and lifted the man out from inside. "You are the highest ranking Coda official here?" He was satisfied with the man's terrified trembling. Boola in one hand, used his other hand snap the pilot's neck. Then, he used his free hand to grab the tail of the helicopter, deftly avoiding the whirling blades. Flexing his arm, he threw the helicopter into the street. Then, he foated to the main entrance. He pushed Boola through, following him. The security guards inside immediately attempted pulled out their guns, but instead screamed as the Crusher fused their hands to the suddenly super-heated metal. Then, the clips exploded all at once, tearing the screaming guards' hands off. One fell to the gorund, staring in shock at his bleeding stump. A big one, hand missing, charged him. The Crusher laughed, picking him up and slamming his face into the wall, letting his mangled form drop. The rest fell as well, blood loss taking hold. Then, the Crusher turned to Boola. "If I can't even get past the lobby with you, what good are you?" he asked quietly. "No! Please don't!" shouted the Vice President as the Crusher lifted him up by his feet and swung him bodily through the air, slamming him into the secretary behing the main desk, shearing off his head and instantly breaking her spine in the process. Leaving the carnage behind him, he walked forward, tearing his way into the elevator. He crawled out of the elevator after ripping an opening large enough. Then, he cut the wires and flew up onto the next floor.

 

[amon_darknight]

Ghost

As he sat on the rooftop of the building he looked himself over and took a big whiff of himself and it repulsed him.

“What the fuck? I need to go and get a new change of clothes and take a shower.”

The voices in his head told him yes to that thought. He took his new rifle and he strapped it to his back and he looked to his left arm and sneered at it.

“What the fuck am I going to do with this.”

He than opened the bag with all his guns and he pulled out the money he took from all the bodies he has killed and he has enough for probably a nice hotel room and probably enough to get his clothes washed. But there would be no way they would let him in with his scary metallic arm, so he would have to sheathe it somehow. He jumped off the roof with his bag, rifle and sword and he landed on the street and took off running, he saw there were a lot of stores closed and he broke into one store that had a lot of clothing and he found yet another white Duster, and a white shirt, baggy jeans, new suspenders and sunglasses. Score.

“Everything I need and not one alarm went off… Weird.”

He looked around and he saw a black glove, it was long and he picked it up and tried it on and it fit on his metallic arm perfectly. Just than he turned his head and saw movement in the back of the place and he knew why there was no alarm that went off. The place was being robbed already. He drew his two handguns and he moved like the wind through the place till he was behind them, and it was confirmed, they were robbers, they had the safe in there hands. He holstered his two handguns and drew his handgun with the silencer on it and he popped a few rounds off and took the two in the back out, but that put the three in the front on alert, they drew there weapons and the two put the safe down and drew there weapons, but it was two late for them. Ghost moved quickly over to them and slit there throats with his sword. He whispered something into the air.

“There is no safety for you. You are going to die, I am Ghost.”

He than jumped out and spun in the air and sliced one of the baddies in half with his Katana and than was gone in an instant. The baddy screamed and took off running for the door, but to his dismay he was intercepted with a bullet and it completely took his head off as Ghost was standing in the doorway. Than Ghost was off running towards the closet motel and he found one. Before he got inside he wrapped his arm inside his old jacket and he walked in to the building and looked to the person that was behind the desk.

“Hi, I would like a room.”

The man looked to him and was kind of scared.
Manager: “Um, sir, I cant allow those weapons in here and I think I am going to have to ask you to leave. Before I call the police officials.”
Ghost: “I am a bounty hunter, and I am hunting those Gifted sir, I work for the officials, so you don’t have to worry, I will not mess up your place.”
Manager: “But. I..”

Before he could say another word, Ghost dropped five hundred dollars and smiled at him.

Manager: “Well, ok now you are talking my language, you CODA officials always think you can walk around and do whatever you want, but you are the first to drop cash. Take room 94.”

He threw the keys to him and Ghost caught them and he walked to his room, when he got up to his room he went inside the room and dropped his bag of guns and set his sword and rifle down on the bed and he picked the phone up.

“I would like some room service, send me 4 roast beef sandwiches, foot longs, 2 salami sandwiches, 5 bags of chips, 1 bottle of soda and 1 13 pack of beer.”

The manager complied and he got started to work, and Ghost let out a sigh and he took his shotgun and he went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, when it got hot enough he got in and started to clean himself.

“What the fuck am I going to do? What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

He was getting no where with finding out who destroyed his homeland, his woman left him and he was dirty and hungry. But the last two were being fulfilled, the voices in his head told him to go and start killing people in the underground, but Ghost shut the voices out and just sat in the shower with the shotgun in arms reach incase he had to take action. He was done showering and he got out and dried himself off and he dressed in his new clothes and he went outside with the shotgun and he heard a knock at the door and he pumped the shotgun and yelled out.

“Who is it?”
Manager: “Room Service.”

Ghost opened the door and had the gun ready and the manager brought the stuff in and he was quickly gone, Ghost called him back.

“Wait, wait, I didn’t tip you.”

Ghost pulled a 20 out of his wallet and gave it to the manager. He than looked to the food and his stomach growled, he knew there was no poison in it so he quickly started to eat, he could eat all day. But that would be a waste. Now all he had to do was to figure out where to go from here.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

Symphony

with a choking gasp and a start he jerked a bit,eyes blinkiinmg open before wincing shut from the bright light.He groaned and turned his head a bit and opened his eyes slowly.
what the hell happened he thought to himself,blinking then looking up and around.
He lifts his head up and looks at the person he(hopes) is a doctor.
"Where the hell am i?"he croaks out,his head starts throbbing and he lets it drop back on to the table,head tilted to looka the man

 

[Maka]

Michael shook his head.

"I came to Bay City five years ago but I've been... out of touch. I closed my eyes and the city changed"

He didn't realise until after he'd said it how strange that sounded. Michael had never realised how deeply the childish logic of it had grown in him, the connection between his perception and reality. Ever since he'd closed his eyes one night and, opening them again, he'd seen his mother's face, torn and bleeding, as she staggered out of the wreckage of the car-crash.

Now he didn't want to look up at the girl's face, had to continue dabbing ineffectually at the spilt coffee. He closed his eyes.

"The Crusher?", he asked, trying to divert her attention, "What's the Crusher?"

He'd heard the name before. It was one of those that had been whispered around the city after he'd come out of TSD, the word filled with fearful hints and undertones, the subtexts he didn't understand and nobody would explain.

 

[cats]

Nia

IC: There was darkness and there was it. A crreature so vile so cruel it could destroy me with out a second thought. It was death, and while I seemed to be imune to it's effects it still fritened me. Death has had complete control over me ever since the island. Despite death walking out of my dreams, into the darkness, my fear of him only grows. While I am not death's prey those around me are.

Death has let the seeds of humanity grow and he has gaged them. Amoungst this feild of grain I stand, serveing an unknown purpose. All the while death sharpens his scyth prepareing for the harvest of humanity. My dream with out death is much the same as my fear. Death departs from my dream and the message is clear; I am alone.

I poped out of my deep sleep and sat up. This feeling was all to familar to me, the cold swet of a bad dream. And yet, I look atr myself and simply know I haven't wakened yet. My dream, my fear is still very real. My body was dry with out a single drop of swet; I wasn't normal any more.

I began to look at where I was. It felt as if I was moveing and the small confines said I may very well be in the back of some abulance. In this metal box were to others one standing and one a bed. Prehaps they were talking for some time, prehaps they had even forgoten I was here, but now I wouldn't be so easy for them to ignore. "Where am I?"

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Faith

Faith could feel the young man had a story, but wasn't ready to tell it, but she was good at waiting for a story to tell it's self so she didn't push him.

"Well, first off, I'm Faith." She held her hand over the table to shake his. He's palm was smooth, as if he didn't do much manual labor, but firm.

"The Crusher?", he asked, trying to divert her attention, "What's the Crusher?"

"Oh, a few weeks ago he appeared at a Twelve concert right after a major sighting of the Drowned Woman, your not so out of touch you don't know who that is?"* She asked. "She came and told everyone a great evil was coming and the next thing we all knew a raging monster broke through the wall and started tossing people around like matchsticks. He got away, and has been in hiding, but pops up now and again to crush and destroy before going back into hiding."

The waitress came with a rag for the table and poured them both fresh cups of coffee....well away from the table. "On the house, and I'm so sorry, again." She said before moving away.

"But, he's not my beat so I'm not covering him." Seeing his blank look at her use of lingo she explained. "I'm a freelance reporter, and the rest of the news-hounds around here have his activities pretty well covered. So I'm working my own angles on other stories and going to AUBC** for my degree." She smiled brightly. "Your turn!"

* The Drowned Woman is a well known myth, whomever sees her is doomed to die, and she was seen by a large crowd at the Twelve concert earlier in this thread.
** Argo University Bay City

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Monolith

Months had passed, and still I slept inside my stone body. I stood inside a circle of glowing green and blue quartz crystals. The crystals pulsed in a almost heartbeat-like rithym. Over the months I had learned much about myself. I could sense the Earth, and feel what pained her. I could tell that in Petang today there would be a small earthquake. I could feel the burns on her body where toxic chemicals were being stored deep in a cave. Mostly though, I could feel the gaping wound that was Dracon Island. I could feel what the Blood had did to the ecostructure, and it pained the Mother. I saw nothing with my eyes but ocasional shadows. I heard nothing with my ears but a faint buzzing. I was one with the mother, my physical shell a statue, holding homage with the creatures that inhabited the park. I was at peace, true peace, until I felt the searing pain as the creature tainted and warped by the blood touched bare rock within the city. I awoke with a gasp, startling a bird off my shoulder.

I awoke and looked around me. All was quiet until I heard a distant explosion. I reached up and thumbed on my headset.
"Monolith to base, I'm back in my body again. Can I get a status report please? I will explain what happened later."

 

[SwampThing]

"Monolith!" Paige's voice crackles in the giant man's headset. "It's here! The Crusher is right here in the building! Please, hurry . . . it's on the second floor, moving up the elevator shaft."
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Symphony and Nia awake in the back of what looks like an ambulance / bachelor pad / mad scientist's workshop. Every surface is cluttered with dirty clothes, empty beer cans, tools, medical books, computer disks, dead houseplants, loose wiring and more beer cans. The wild-haired man in the stained tank top sits facing them with a beer in his hand, his back to an array of computer monitors, some partially obscured by faded noise-band stickers.

"Easy, you two. Don't rush it. You're recovering quickly, but you might still cause yourselves further injury. And you," he points at Nia with his beer, "don't even have a full suit of skin yet. Here, I've got some cleanish clothes around here for you somewhere.

"I'm Bobby Dugan. I'm with GAIA, and you're in my mobile laboratory. The Crusher is at the Coda building, but don't worry, we're headed the other way. We're going to the local GAIA embassy, and our HoverCarrier.

"Now, slowly, who are you, and how come you're risking your Gifted asses against that monster, anyway?"

 

[cats]

Nia

IC: the man was right I didn't have a full set of skin yet I was in the habit of moveing desptie injuries now. Some burnt flesh wasn't something increadably limiting. I looked at the back of my arm and soon regreted it. I may have the ability to heal but it doesn't mean I like to watch it.

I looked around the ceiling and walls were metal but the floor and itehr benches where junk. On the floor I found a wide asortment of cloathing, this palce was like a room for a little kid or prehaps a workaholic, everything was a mess.

"Um," if he considers it clean I'm better off in what I'm wearing. "No thank you." What am I wearing any ways? I gaved down at myself my shirt was chared with numerace holes and tears, my jeans were much the same, where I would expect the fine fibers of coton to be sticking out along the rips the fire had burnt it away leaveing it as badly serveced jeans, with this many holes, tears, and freys they wouldn't be useful for mroe then a few days. "To think these where knew to me aswell, prehaps I should take you up on your offer."

I stood up and looked over the back of my pants. their was a massive tear along the side of my butt revieling some of my under wear also slightly damaged from the blast but astill more then serviceable. While I was checking myself over the man had continued talking. '.... who are you.................. your Gifted asses...... monster?' I quickly turned to him very aware of the hole in my pants. "What did you call my ass?"

 

[cats]

Nia

Strange I'm posting double.

 

[Morgoth]

The Crusher tore the doors off and stepped inside the second floor. A lab assistant stared in shock at the monster before him, dropping a vial he had been carrying. It shattered on the floor and the beast glared at him. He turned to run, but it caught him by his labcoat and dragged him back. Still attempting to flee from it, he didn't notice as it lifted his head to its mouth. With one loud bite, it severed and swallowed his head. A scientist heard the noise and looked up from his work. Panting, he ran to the alarm, slamming it down. The crusher left and gathered the heat to him. Then, with a roar, he threw it down the hall, incinerating anything and everything, melting through walls, people, doors, computers until it tore from the building and dissipated. With a loud laugh, the Crusher moved to the next floor. He repeated the process. The next floor was the same. And the next. He finally arrived at floor 21. He stepped inside and repeated the step of killing those nearby. Then, he decided to try exploration. He went from room to room, finding nothing but strange people behind computers. He killed them all. Finally, he burst open a door, and once more a person behind a computer. This one, however, was speaking. "Monolith! It's here! The Crusher is right here on my floor! It's... oh shit..." she said, turning around as the huge shadow fell on her. With a dark grin, Dan Williams snatched her by the shoulder, snapping her collarbone instantly. A moment later, loud cracks heralded the other breaks as he tightened his grip. He drew her close, taking the headset off. He brought her to his face, sniffing at her. "Mmmm. You smell good", he whispered in her ear, his hot breath splashing over her face. His tongue lashed out, licking her face. "You taste good too!" Her heavy brething was interrupted as he threw her into a wall. Standing over her, he tried to figure out what to do with her. To kill her? To eat her? To... Wait. There's something else? Of course! I'd forgotten! Grinning, he tried to decide. He needed to move on. One human was no excuse to waste time.