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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Vegedus » Mon Aug 05, 2013 2:39 pm

Carrie stopped on the spot as the spike hit her. Her momentum gone. She looked down. The wound looked bad, though hardly critical, yet she felt nothing. No pain. This was easy. Her world, the world of her order. It would be made. If this was all it took. The moment felt long to her, like she had more enough time, even if it was no more than a second. She looked up at her six wings, judged the distance, taking her time.

And cleanly cut of the right arm of Drake. Split in seven pieces. Carrie immediately follow up by thrusting forth her left, and making a fist. The arm disappeared, as if evaporated into thin air. Though more precisely, it had never existed. There was no wound on Drake's body, only a shoulder lacking an arm attached to it. Carrie felt almost a bit ashamed for not managing to beat a one-armed opponent sooner, as she cut off the tendril stuck inside her and several of the ones around her. The wings spread out, her feet too, awaiting Drake's next move with a smirk on her face.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Belwicket » Mon Aug 05, 2013 8:20 pm

Luna had been running around for some time, having gotten lost thrice on her way to the Chrystler building. "I hated this part of town." she reminded herself, being careful not to step on the dead bodies. She still thought it disrespectful. She didn't know what was going on but hoped her goddess would lead her. "Please, Gaia." she said, slowing to a walk as she looked up, "Guide your servant." She began running again, only to stop at a sound. She ran towards it, knowing there would be people... living people.

"Hello?!" she she called out, only to see something attacking an older, though not elderly, woman. She ran forward, only to fall to the ground in pain as her bones began growing from her shoulders. She grabbed one and pulled it out, only to realize it was in the shape of a katana. She could barely move her right arm and, with her left arm boneless, it was immobilized.

She sat on the ground, looking at the bone sword, scared and amazed. She didn't feel the hole in her shoulder and the bones in her arm slowly regrowing and healing.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Hallow Nova » Tue Aug 06, 2013 9:11 am

Still observing, Ricky was about to send in some toys. He picks some rubble, maybe turning it into a giant rock carved to look like him. As he was about to do so he hears a shout. He walks to the corner of the building, and looks down to see another woman, ripping out her bone.

"Very intelligent, feeling an itch, rip it out. Slaughter isn't very nice, a bone sword against tentacles that blasts things into oblivion, and another creature unaffected by cutting attacks."

He turns to the entrance of the roof and decided to go down to the ground floor. On the top floor, he presses the elevator button. He hears loud screeching, then a crash that echoed from the bottom.

"Fucking oblivion girl must've broke everything."

He starts to make his way down the stairs.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Draken30000 » Tue Aug 06, 2013 11:50 am

Drake had thought for sure that the girl would be finished. Impaled on one of his spikes, it would have been a simple matter to end her life in any number of ways. But he had forgotten about the damn wings. As he was preparing to strike Carrie down, her wings had struck his outstretched arm. Interestingly enough, there was no pain, no eruption of the shadowy substance that now mimicked his blood. His arm was merely gone. He stare at the place his right arm used to be. Then he looked at Carrie. his face contorted with fury.

A blunt pole of a tentacle burst forth from his chest to strike her square in the wound he had just caused. If it wasn't bleeding a ton already, it sure was now. Simultaneously, several other tentacles propelled him backwards, creating some distance between the two. Drake landed near Dean, and it was then that he noticed that the man was not unconscious like Drake had thought. An idea struck the insane young man at that moment. From where his right arm used to be, several shadowy tentacles pierced through. These tentacles arced out to wrap around Dean, with one tentacle giving his head a sharp whack against the pavement. The tentacles restrained Dean's arms and legs, leaving only his head free to move. Holding his hostage up on his right, and raising his remaining hand, Drake gave Carrie an equally smug smirk. Forming a "gun" with the fingers on his left hand, Drake made a firing motion. As he did, small, thin, six inch long "bullet" spikes erupted from his fingers and headed straight for Carrie.

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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Vegedus » Thu Aug 08, 2013 3:48 pm

A single, dark bullet bit into Carrie's shoulder, the rest were swiftly cut out of the air by her wings. She drew them in around her, overlapping in front of her and forming a a mostly whole, protective cocoon. For just a second she was still, thinking about her next move. Dean was panting heavily, looking down at pleadingly down at her. Pathetic.

In full view, she stretched out a arm, palm directed at Drake and Dean. Had they paid attention to earlier fight, it should be easy to know what this meant. The area around them, the building they had emerged from and the pavement beneath seemed to shimmer a bit, become gray and color less.

"I need you dead more than I need him." she almost shouted, in a commanding voice. "And I can easily erase you both. I would rather not though. Put him down, and we can discuss the terms of your surrender."

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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Belwicket » Sat Aug 10, 2013 2:41 pm

Luna pulled the other bone from her other shoulder, continuing to sit as she focused on her arm, feeling the bone slowly regrowing and the hole closing. She looked at the blades she held and the people in front of her. "STOP!" she yelled, running at the males. Not knowing what was going on, she would try to kill the boys to protect the older but still pretty girl. When she was close enough, she began her swing, an attack that would at least cut into one of their necks, if not decapitate one or both of them.

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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Draken30000 » Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:37 pm

Drake continued to stare Carrie down as their Mexican Standoff carried on. Interesting, she is willing to sacrifice her companion... Drake thought to himself before an evil grin spread across his face. Even though he could see the area around him darkening, Drake wasn't buying it. If she really wanted him dead and didn't care about Dean, then she would have just done it. Asking to negotiate only bolstered Drake's confidence. He needed to make a move, but first he wanted to demoralize Carrie. From the stump where his right arm used to be, there was a brief lengthening of the skin, then a dark tentacle burst forth. The tentacle extended to match the length of his remaining arm, then several more spikes emerged and bent to form "fingers". The result was an arm that appeared to be demonic in nature, with spiked joints and colored pure darkness.

Drake held up his new claw arm and flexed the fingers, forming a fist and then releasing it, before turning a triumphant smirk upon Carrie. Sure it wasn't his old arm,and it didn't feel natural in the slightest. But damn if it didn't look cool. "Now then, go ahead an-" Was all Drake got out before a girl burst out of a nearby alleyway, wielding what appeared to be a sword made out of bone and screaming at him to stop. "Whelp." Was all Drake snarled before raising his arm to have several spike tipped tentacles burst from his hand and forearm to drive themselves at Luna

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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Belwicket » Tue Aug 13, 2013 11:08 am

Seeing the counterattack aimed at her, she moved the swords, hoping to block most, if not all, of the tentacles headed for her. She didn't know what would happen but hoped the girl behind her would team up with her. After aiming a slash at his neck, she slid back from his attack. Having protected her vital points, the most she thought she would have was a few holes in non-vital areas which she guessed would heal soon. She looked at the woman and nodded with a smile, a sign she wanted to team up with her.

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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Draken30000 » Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:09 pm

Much to Drake's surprise, the young newcomer was more nimble than she appeared. His tendrils lashed and jabbed at Luna, but a critical blow was not made. Sure a few tentacles managed to inflict a few minor cuts, but the girl still managed to close the distance between them. Her strange bone swords flashed through the air and Drake was so surprised by her sudden display of proficiency that he barley had time to lean back and avoid decapitation. Still, the bone bit deep into his chest, carving a large cut across his chest. No blood issued from this wound, only a wispy shadowy substance. Drake let out a cry of pain and rage, staggering back and clutching the wound.

The blow had struck dangerously close to his heart, one of the places Drake knew would end him. He looked down at the gouge, then up at Luna at Carrie. His eyes were bloodshot and his sneer had become a grimace of hate. Clearly he had underestimated this new foe. He would not make the same mistake. Drake could feel his emotions unraveling what was left of his sanity. He needed to end this soon. With a roar, Drake's body spasmed as a veritable swarm of tentacles erupted from all over his body and converged on Luna.

   Risks: Complete Insanity +6. Severe Laceration +2

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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Belwicket » Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:34 pm

Knowing she didn't stand a chance against the opponent, she threw the blades at him and turned to try to pick up Carrie and carry her away.

If the woman went willingly, she would try to find a place to hide. She would stay silent until she thought they were safe before trying to get to know her. She knew it might be a bad idea but she honestly didn't care. She needed allies and she knew that more than anything.

If not, she would continue running alone, hoping to find a safe place to meditate for a while and attempt to commune with her goddess. Finding herself unable to, she would write in her Book of Shadows.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Hallow Nova » Thu Aug 15, 2013 4:45 pm

"Hm...wonder how things are going along.", Ricky thinks aloud.
He's only a few floors down from where he was before, about 80% of the building still left to go.
He walks out towards the front of the building, that was ripped out earlier by Carrie, and takes a look at the street.

"The bone girl isn't dead? Maybe I should've stayed up there and watched." He watches as Luna runs to Carrie, "OOOOooo, a 2 for 1 deal? I always enjoy a good bargain, what should it be? Missiles? No grenades! Hmmmmm, I did miss my opportunity with the 2 boys, the monument of my head would've made a good impression.", Ricky continues to think about who and how he should attack, the two males or the two females, explosives or statues.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Vegedus » Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:44 am

The shimmering around Draken disappeared. Carrie was panting heavily. The bluff alone had taken all the rest of the energy out of her. Her wings seems to thin and become smaller. The bluff had been all she had left and Drake hadn't taken the bait. She sunk to her knees angry, angry at herself for having messed up so much this early on.

So it was a godsend when the girl, Luna, showed up. She leapt at Drake, completely ignoring Carrie. Almost as if protecting her. Carrie could not help but smirk at the idea, as if she was innocent. More importantly, this was an opportunity. She looked at Dean, still fully restrained and half-conscious. When the girl motioned to pick her, she made her decision.

"Don't. Touch me." she said sternly as Luna approached, and got to her feet. That was one indignation she could still refuse. She then motioned in the direction of an alley close by and started running. As part of her training, she had naturally memorized the layout of most the island. It would be no trouble shaking of Drake in the alleys.


- Central Park -

Two figures, one tall, one small. They were the first it noticed. As good a start as any.

With no forewarning, the ground some ten meters in front of Noël and Larissa suddenly erupted. As if a bomb had been detonated under the surface, huge clumps of earth violently tossed in every direction. Left was something like crater, but less circular. And something standing inside it.

It was big, taller than two meters, and strong looking too. Definitely humanoid, two legs, two arms and a head with something resembling eyes and a mouth. Instead of skin however, it had something resembling scaley feathers covering it's body, in colors dark red, brown and orange. Thick bird-like fingers with big, black talons on them almost as big as the finger itself. Despite it's alien anatomy the expression of rage in it's inverted, black-white eyes was unmistakable. It effortlessly jumped out of the hole, away from the two, and settled into an aggressive stance. Arms spread and talons bared. It let out a shrill howl, impossible to recognize as intimidation or communication, while it's eyes shifted between the two rapidly.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Belwicket » Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:33 pm

Once the women were hidden and out of harm's way for a while, Luna laid down, laughing a bit. "That was a close one." She looked over at Carrie, smiling. "What's your name?" she asked, sitting up. "I'm Luna."As she lifted her hand to give her a handshake, the bones from the tips of her fingers flew out and stuck in the wall. Luna sat there, frozen. "What the fuck? Why are my bones fucking up so bad?" She looked at herself, wondering what all she could do. She would have to test it out sometime soon.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Draken30000 » Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:45 am

Drake roared as his tentacles lashed and writhed in their attempt to rip the two girls to pieces. But that blasted bone girl had created enough of a window for the two to make an escape. Drake's shining violet eyes were filed with hate and rage. He clutched at the wound on his chest before rearing his head back and roaring out his frustration. Breathing heavily, he slowly retracted the swarm of tentacles he had unleashed. Now what was he supposed to do? Then his eyes flicked to the right as they too slowly faded back to their normal hue. That's right...he still had Dean, encased in bindings of shadow and suspended in the air next him. Slowly and deliberately, Drake brought Dean to the front, two more tendrils of darkness creeping their way out of his body to take hold of Dean's limbs. Dean would now be held aloft by his arms and legs, spread eagle, in front of Drake. Drake smiled, an action that once represented kind sentiments for him, but now only made his appearance that much more terrifying. Indeed, when calm Drake seemed to emanate an aura of fear. To be held defenseless in front of him, with shadowy tentacles wrapped around one's body, would be incredibly unnerving.

Drake simply looked at Dean. A minute passed. Then another. The silence would begin to take its toll on Dean's mind. Then Drake spoke. "Do you want to live?" were the only words that came from his mouth.

   Risks: Losing grip (physically and mentally) on Dean +1
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Vegedus » Sun Aug 18, 2013 8:08 pm

After having run a confusing route through a number of streets and alleys away from Drake, Carrie stopped dead in front of a random door, hidden from street-view, fished a key out of her pocket and opened the door. Inside, the place was oddly unfurnished, a plain two-room apartment with no tapestry, concrete floor and bad lightning. The only furniture was a full bookshelf, a bunkbed, a couple of chairs and a table stacked with various, survival minded supplies. Carrie immediately grabbed a first-aid kit and started bandaging up the various wounds she had accrued. The while in her abdomen and the self-inflicted leg injury most prominently. Her fingers were trembling.

She looked up at Luna as she spoke, almost as if she had forgotten she was there. "... Carrie." she replied, just after the girl lost control of her power. The girl was a goof, and a coward who had ran away from an injured opponent. Not a great ally. On the other hand, with Carrie's power exhausted, now was not a time to make enemies. It was clear what she had to do.

"Th-thanks a lot for what you did back there." she said, using her physical pain to deliver an authentic, vulnerable tremble. "You saved my life!"


Dean was in sharp pain. And deathly scared. He was used to neither sensation and not coping well. The humiliation and liability he had been to Carrie and the Rebuilders was not helping either. And Drake was just letting all of this fester as he hung him there for minutes of silence. When he finally said something, it seemed to echo in Deans mind.

Do you want to live. Something snapped into place inside him. The answer was obvious.

"Yes." Dean replied with a frown, then immediately produced and inhumanly deep growl from his mouth. Within a second, the building behind Drake, the one that had had it's front face erased, caved in over him, almost as if swallowing him. Drake was instantly covered in rubble, while Dean stumbled backwards and out of the tentacles, falling on his ass.

He wanted to live. Direly. He had suddenly realized that. Not that that dispelled the fear. And judging by how little Drake responded from his arm being blown off, this was unlikely to even hurt him.

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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Belwicket » Mon Aug 19, 2013 11:31 am

Luna smiled and looked at her hand. "Perhaps you could help me understand how to better control my powers?" She looked back up at Carrie and took a step closer. "If you'd like, I can help with that." she said, looking at the wrappings. She was sincerely trying to be nice, hoping Carrie could help her understand exactly what was going on. She froze and began listening intently before sighing. "I think someone's following us or listening. Or it might be just my imagination." She looked at her hand again, watching as the last bit of the holes closed. "At least I won't end up killing myself using my power." she said, smiling a bit. She was scared, confused and alone as far as she knew. Carrie was her only hope now to make everything better. The only problem was... she didn't know if Carrie would help her.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Draken30000 » Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:16 pm

Drake had expected Dean to answer his question to the affirmative, but his question had not had the intended effect. He had wanted to break Dean's will, maybe get some answers out of him. He and Carrie seemed to be working together, and it was too soon after the cataclysm to assume they had met by chance. It was all for naught, however, as Drake suddenly found himself being eaten by a building. The combination of Dean's sudden and uncharacteristic bellow and the shock of a ton of rubble raining down on him caused Drake's tentacles to release Dean. More and more weight piled upon the young man, yet he never broke eye contact with Dean. As his face became shadowed by the overarching debris, Dean would only see an increasing glow of violet emanating from Drake's eyes until a stray piece of rubble completely blocked him from view.

Such a dramatic moment was made possible by Drake's power. Although Dean would be unable to see it, a host of shadowy limbs had rushed out of Drake's back and began entwining to brace or pushing against the collapsing debris as it fell around him. Eventually Drake was completely submerged in a small cave of rubble. Here he took a moment to put his hand against the dark gash on his chest. He winced as he applied a small amount of pressure to the wound. He did not bleed, yet he still felt pain? What was the nature of his new form? He felt a small pang of fear again. The blow that Luna had struck was dangerously close to his heart. He had, in a way, spared Dean by asking his question. But if he ever saw that bone girl again...

A spiked tentacle suddenly burst out of the caved in pile, looming in the air as a warning to Dean. From another spot a second spine erupted. Then a third. And a forth. Then even more burst forth in rapid succession, until the pile of rubble looked like a sea urchin. Then from the front of the pile a demonic looking fist of shadow pinched through the rock. Then there was an explosion of dust from that spot. Through the haze, a pair of purple orbs could be seen.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Vegedus » Tue Aug 27, 2013 2:08 pm

Carrie smiled meekly and moved closer to the girl. She could scarcely believe how trusting Luna was. She turned around, sitting with her front against the backrest, motioning towards a loose end on the bandages on her back. She had pulled up her shirt a bit to reveal a large red and black splotch. Blood was steadily dripping down on the chair and the floor. It was a wonder she had been able to run at all.

"Your power?" she replied in a friendly tone. "Maybe... Mine primarily works on instinct, I don't know what I could teach you... I do know a thing or two about martial arts, though..."


Dean had regained a lot of his confidence, not to mention a much more advantageous position. Which was not to say he would stick around for round two. A voice in his head kept crying out that he should put down this monster while he could, but it would be much more prudent to wait until he could meet up with Carrie again. As soon as the first tentacle burst out of the ground, he bolted, running towards the nearest car. By the time he had reached it, the key was already in his hand and he began driving off in a random direction. He and Carrie had a standing agreement on where to meet if they got seperated, but his mind was racing too much to think.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Belwicket » Thu Aug 29, 2013 2:37 pm

"That's what I need to learn, the instinct part at least." she smiled as she began bandaging her up. As she did, she asked, "What can you tell me about what's going on and why the Goddess would give me these powers?" She glanced at the door and frowned, still thinking someone was there. She tried to act natural but came off as a bit worried, hoping she wouldn't have to use her powers again so soon, especially without any knowledge or control over them.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Vegedus » Thu Aug 29, 2013 3:10 pm

"The... Goddess?" Carrie replied. She was leaning heavily on the chair and deliberately breathing heavily. "I don't know what goddess you're talking about. You did hear the voice right? In the darkness? It should have explained all you need to know. I don't know what else to add."
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Draken30000 » Thu Aug 29, 2013 5:05 pm

The purple orbs in the smoke slowly revealed themselves as Drake's eyes as he stepped forward. His tentacles were still spread throughout the rubble, writhing furiously. A look of annoyance came over Drake's face as he saw Dean making an escape. Without any movement on Drake's part, the tendrils retracted into the rubble, but they did not immediately return to their master's body. Rather they crept through the debris, rapidly entangling themselves in rocks and other large or sharp objects. On Drake's end the appendages went taunt, then in another eruptive display the rubble they had grasped was slingshot at Dean's escaping vehicle. Rocks and bits of metal would assail the car, perhaps even breaking a window. But Drake knew his projectiles would have no real effect. He hadn't really wanted them to. If he really wanted to stop Dean he would have aimed for the tires. No, he would let the whelp go.
For now.

He had proved his desire to live, and had so earned his life.

For now.

But there was not much time for now in this new world. And Drake would watch the life leave Dean's eyes soon enough. Carrie's too, and that bone girl. Even if he himself were to never see his twisted dream realized, he would take those three into the abyss with him. His tentacles would drag them down alongside him. Turning his head to look, a confident smirk worked its way onto Drake's face. He would hunt others.

For now.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Birdofterror » Thu Aug 29, 2013 5:36 pm

A man with facial bandages and torn red clothing stands atop a ruined building, looking down from afar. He knows the value of restraint, not showing himself or his hand too hastily. For now, he is content to simply learn of those also chosen in this darkest time. People, fighting for differentiating ideals; not the least of which is simply survival, he is sure.

With the most recent event transpired, Damian knows he must soon make himself known. To pick a side or make one of his own. He clenches his one and only fist as dark energy creeps up the building from the recent encounter, enough for him to taste the energy of the one called Drake.

"Drake... Dean... Carrie... many more, I'm sure. But for now... patience. All of them can be of use... perhaps even allies. Even this beast born of hatred... Drake." He says to himself in a raspy voice, slowly walking back into the shadows from whence he came.
"It's such a fine line between clever and stupid."

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Postby Belwicket » Fri Aug 30, 2013 5:35 pm

"That's just it." Luna replied with a sigh. "I don't remember what the voice told me." she looked down, slightly angry at her poor memory, and sighed again. "All I remember is..." she began rubbing her forehead as she thought. "The world is ending and a new one must begin. I don't remember any explanation about my powers or anything else." she sighed, feeling useless. She was a little glad she had found a woman to talk to. She rubbed her belly as it growled suddenly. "Please tell me you have some food."
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Vegedus » Sun Sep 01, 2013 6:03 pm

"Odd." Carrie said, directed as much at herself than Luna. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, her furrowed brow showing pensiveness. The Voice was supposed to be pedagogical, suited to the individual, she had been taught this. It was more likely the girl was at fault. There was something odd about her, too. Carrie would rather keep her in the dark if possible, and luckily, the girl changed the topic herself.

As the last bandage was tied, Carrie stood up and walked over to the table.

"Yeah, we got food." she said with a smile and threw a can of pasta bolognese to her. Nothing to heat it with or cutlery visible in the room. "Of course, if you want something more appetizing, it should be easy to procure something nearby. I doubt anybody will mind you stealing from them now."

She followed the joke up with a wry smile. Perhaps overdoing it a bit.


Dean gritted his teeth and pushed down the speeder. He had pretty much expected something to come flying after him so he was hardly surprised. Making several random turns while driving at full speed, he was pretty confident he had lost Drake when he pulled to a stop and let the car rest. In the middle of an intersection. There was something resembling a smile on his lips. Dean felt different. Something had clicked into place, his resolve or something else. Only now did he feel ready to really get into the competition. The memory of Carrie killing that other woman was still unsettling, but even his instincts now agreed that it was necessary. Even if he could not help but wonder who she had been and what her goal was.

There had been no more to Dean's plan than to escape, so he allowed himself to let his mind drift. Instinctively, he turned on the radio, and a bad pop song he did not recognize immediately blared from the speaker. Odd.

Above him, the red sky seemed to pulse. The red light flared up, for a moment washing away all other colors. Far away, another part of the world had dissolved, faded into oblivion.
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Re: (Re)Destroy/(Re)Build IC

Postby Birdofterror » Tue Sep 03, 2013 7:25 am

Damian emerges from the shadows to see a car pulled to a stop in front of him. There is a person in it that interests him.

He does not know this person.

He does not know what this person looks like.

He doesn't even know his name.

But Damian can feel that this person has lifted a great doubt from his soul. This person must be met, this person can be the key to his dream. Or at least good target practice should things go sour...

He walks up to the car and leans on it, knocking nonchalantly on the window then putting his arm at his side. He's taller than the car is tall, so the person in it would not be able to see his head, the bandages on it. Damian tries to look as non threatening as possible, but he's also kind of in a hurry.
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