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maskormenacelogs2016-02-28 05:30 pm
thegriffinofdeath) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-02-28 05:30 pm
A Hierophant and a Count engage in battle...
WHO: Anastasya Griffin and Count Dooku
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: February 28th?
WHAT: Brainwashed Dooku encounters Anastasya after she has taken down a Russian patrol and battle ensues!
WARNINGS: Violence, death, gore?, necromancy, vampirism, sith lords, light sabers, who knows? Will update as necessary?
Anastasya had felt it the moment the dampening had been turned off. A week of struggling to keep herself from transforming into her vampire form had finally stopped just as if someone had thrown a switch. And maybe they had, really. It felt like waking up from a dream, and what little effect the brainwashing had on her was immediately gone, replaced by a kind of quiet anger at everything that had happened.
Which was why, when the fighting broke out, she'd pulled on clothing she hadn't worn since her arrival, feeling the thrill of energy and power that came from being who she was, not who she was pretending to be here. Hierophant to the Mother Namtaru, Speaker for House Eternia, one of the strongest necromancers who had ever lived.
No one played with her mind like that. Never again.
The patrol she found was walking in the shadows of one of the taller buildings in the area, three men on foot escorting a tank. A simple enough challenge, a good place to start, she pulled her hood up and gave in, feeling the cold chill that came with every little 'death' her powers gave to her. Pale skin, glowing green eyes, a bit stronger, a bit faster...her vampiric powers were reduced here but that infuriating portal, but there was still enough.
A leap forward, a quick, silent motion and a twist, and with a snap of his neck the first soldier collapsed nervelessly at her feet. His companion, on the far side of the tank, started to turn but she thrust her hand towards him, murmuring under her breath, and an ice spike shot free from her palm, catching him just above the heart and sending him tumbling backwards to the ground, his hand spasming, firing uselessly into the sky.
The last of the soldiers, drawn by the sound, came racing around the tank, but he didn't even have time to lift his weapon before Anastasya was on him, gun ripped from his fingers and tossed aside, arms pinned, her hood falling back as she moved, giving him a split second to realize what was about to happen...and then she sank her teeth into his neck, ignoring his shouts and screams as she felt his blood wash into her. She hadn't fed, hadn't needed to feed in months. Hadn't wanted to, honestly, not most of the time. But occasionally...and who better to indulge in then the people who had brought them such torment?
It was barely a minute before she dropped him lifelessly to the ground, feeling the surge of energy and the deep-seated euphoria that came from the blood inside her. The men inside the tank seemed to have finally noticed what was going on though, and the sound of the top swiveling around towards her, bringing their front canon to bear, tugged her from her moment.
Anastasya stepped up against the rear of the tank and pressed her hand against the metal, keeping her head low and out of sight. Another murmur from deep inside her hood and a swirl of shadowy magic, twisted negative energy, shimmered out from around her fingers and began seeping out and around the tank. It was much like a wall or a cloud, surrounding the machine and looking for any spot to seep inside. She knew when it did when the shouting inside began, and the man driving had just enough time to pop the hatch before the shadows overtook him, and his screams cut off with a groan that turned into a gurgle, then into silence.
She let out a slow breath as she stepped back, reaching up to pull her hood back up. Well. That had gone fairly well. A good dry run for the next batch, at least. Of course, she had no idea someone had been drawn by the sound of gunfire...
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: February 28th?
WHAT: Brainwashed Dooku encounters Anastasya after she has taken down a Russian patrol and battle ensues!
WARNINGS: Violence, death, gore?, necromancy, vampirism, sith lords, light sabers, who knows? Will update as necessary?
Anastasya had felt it the moment the dampening had been turned off. A week of struggling to keep herself from transforming into her vampire form had finally stopped just as if someone had thrown a switch. And maybe they had, really. It felt like waking up from a dream, and what little effect the brainwashing had on her was immediately gone, replaced by a kind of quiet anger at everything that had happened.
Which was why, when the fighting broke out, she'd pulled on clothing she hadn't worn since her arrival, feeling the thrill of energy and power that came from being who she was, not who she was pretending to be here. Hierophant to the Mother Namtaru, Speaker for House Eternia, one of the strongest necromancers who had ever lived.
No one played with her mind like that. Never again.
The patrol she found was walking in the shadows of one of the taller buildings in the area, three men on foot escorting a tank. A simple enough challenge, a good place to start, she pulled her hood up and gave in, feeling the cold chill that came with every little 'death' her powers gave to her. Pale skin, glowing green eyes, a bit stronger, a bit faster...her vampiric powers were reduced here but that infuriating portal, but there was still enough.
A leap forward, a quick, silent motion and a twist, and with a snap of his neck the first soldier collapsed nervelessly at her feet. His companion, on the far side of the tank, started to turn but she thrust her hand towards him, murmuring under her breath, and an ice spike shot free from her palm, catching him just above the heart and sending him tumbling backwards to the ground, his hand spasming, firing uselessly into the sky.
The last of the soldiers, drawn by the sound, came racing around the tank, but he didn't even have time to lift his weapon before Anastasya was on him, gun ripped from his fingers and tossed aside, arms pinned, her hood falling back as she moved, giving him a split second to realize what was about to happen...and then she sank her teeth into his neck, ignoring his shouts and screams as she felt his blood wash into her. She hadn't fed, hadn't needed to feed in months. Hadn't wanted to, honestly, not most of the time. But occasionally...and who better to indulge in then the people who had brought them such torment?
It was barely a minute before she dropped him lifelessly to the ground, feeling the surge of energy and the deep-seated euphoria that came from the blood inside her. The men inside the tank seemed to have finally noticed what was going on though, and the sound of the top swiveling around towards her, bringing their front canon to bear, tugged her from her moment.
Anastasya stepped up against the rear of the tank and pressed her hand against the metal, keeping her head low and out of sight. Another murmur from deep inside her hood and a swirl of shadowy magic, twisted negative energy, shimmered out from around her fingers and began seeping out and around the tank. It was much like a wall or a cloud, surrounding the machine and looking for any spot to seep inside. She knew when it did when the shouting inside began, and the man driving had just enough time to pop the hatch before the shadows overtook him, and his screams cut off with a groan that turned into a gurgle, then into silence.
She let out a slow breath as she stepped back, reaching up to pull her hood back up. Well. That had gone fairly well. A good dry run for the next batch, at least. Of course, she had no idea someone had been drawn by the sound of gunfire...