maskormenacelogs | i've let more than my share of revivals die

[ These places aren't hard to find. Boarded up windows, the lack of the usual smell of normal human activity, the faintest traces of iron -- blood -- in the air. That isn't even going into his accomplice scouting them all out prior to him making his move, but she isn't the one who shows up, nor does he intend to have her do as much, leaving the gritty part to him. The killing.

It's through the front door he comes, not with a crash, but a simple, sudden turn of the handle, the entirety of it coming free with a soft crunch under the strength of his gloved hand. He's not doing this as purely human-looking, calling on the heightened, well, everything of a mid-form. Still human enough, but taller, ears pointier, fangs more pronounced, with claws and yellowing eyes and more, even wilder hair than usual. Everything he can hide under his sweater and long coat, easily.

Door forced open, he'll quietly swing it open, slowly, looking around the edge of it before deciding the coast looked clear. It wasn't dark just yet, so he has to assume the vampire is still sleeping.

Now where was the door to the bedroom, he wonders silently to himself as he steps in and carefully shuts the door behind him. ]

[ She waits for him to cross the room before dropping off the ceiling, landing almost silently, at least to normal ears. She could take advantage of the element of surprise, but she wants to see the face of the predator. His smell is potent, and there's something vaguely familiar about his thread, but she hasn't gotten a good look at the man's face yet.

She draws her knife before she lets her glow out, bathing the whole room in light. ]

She isn't here. It's just you and me.

[ There's no immediate reply, just reaction. He'd heard her land and he's already in motion, quick to leap forward before whirling to face her. He draws his own blade in the same movement, something practiced about it speaking to how he has, perhaps, done this kind of dance before.

At that point, knife drawn, but not yet before him to act as defense, he pauses. Now she is familiar, the young woman he'd met in the fire all those months ago. ]

You?

[ There's a moment of confusion that flashes across his face, brow furrowing. If not the fledgling, then maybe the girl who'd been feeding them or their sire, those he would have anticipated, but this? Unexpected. ]

Edited (redundant words are my enemy) 2016-05-14 00:35 (UTC)

[ When she sees his face, there's a similar moment of surprise as she recognizes him through his altered features. It quickly gives way to fury, as she realizes he only offered his help for the chance to do this earlier. He's been planning this for months. ]

You're killing people I swore to protect, who else would it have been? You offered to help when I needed it! Was that simply a ploy to disguise how reprehensible a cliche you are at heart?

I am helping.

[ Something he does his best to say calmly. If this is the human girl who was protecting them, then the human and the, well, whatever she is now were one in the same. Interesting. ]

But this world, not you. This world isn't meant to have your little pets in it. Everyone knows, but they refuse to act.

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That's rich, considering they were born here, unlike us. Now the victims of two worlds, both trying to make this one more like their own. And now you, the cliche, pretending to be the hero?

You're no less a parasite than their sire.

[ She's heard enough. She didn't come here expecting him to go quietly, and she didn't intend to arrest him in good health. She'll make him bleed for this. She darts forward, thrusting her knife at him. ]

[ He's not entirely sure if he should take more offense at being called a cliche or a hero. Both are irksome, but there's never really a chance to decide. She dashes forward with her own knife, he's forced to react. He finally brings his own blade around, parrying Kanaya's and sliding back another step. ]

Huh. Fine. If we're going for cliches, better that one than the foolish little girl.

[ She leans in closer, not wanting him to get enough distance to maneuver away from her. She makes a grab for his wrist, stabbing with the knife again. ]

Better? You might as well be playing out a hack script!

[ He's quick to move his arm away, avoiding the grab, but this time he won't bother knocking her next jab with the blade away. He lets her stab him, because, in some ways, it makes the fight simpler for him. Knife goes in, he steps in closer, similar to the way she had before, and now he makes a grab for her, mainly trying to get a grip on her so he can pick her up with that obscene amount of strength lent to him by his current form.

Being stabbed doesn't actually seem to bother him, aside from the curl of a grimace that's short-lived across his face. He can ignore the pain. Dangerous to do, admittedly, but he'll take that chance with a knife so mundane as hers. ]

And you're not? This isn't a movie!

[ Oh, for heaven's sake. Can't she fight one person with a knife who actually responds to being stabbed? Why do they have to be so consistently useless? ]

Then maybe you should try acting like a person instead of a character!

[ Her feet are off the ground, and that's no way to continue a fight. She pulls out the knife to jab it in his wrist, even if he doesn't respond to the pain, maybe severing his tendons will break his grip. But, for good measure, she also swings her foot between his legs, because it's not a serious fight until she does that at least once. ]

[ This time he's quick to avoid the knife, even though it means dropping her. He may be able to shut down pain receptors, but, even with how fast he heals? He doesn't want to be down a whole arm. ]

That doesn't even make sens--!

[ But damn, isn't she fast? Nicolas may have avoided the knife this time around, but not the kick. For someone complaining about this being a hack script, she certainly plays to the cheap laughs! He doesn't actually feel the pain (thank Gaia for that), but there's an automatic reaction where can't help but wince and move to guard. ]

[ When it works, it works, and it certainly has a tendency to for her. She kicked a clown over a cliff once, since then she's gotten pretty fond of the tactic.

She takes advantage of the change in his guard, rushing in with her knife towards his stomach. She'll get some kind of pain out of him, even if she has to disembowel him to do it. ]

[ Kanaya will have to live with the disappointment, then. She won't get pain. Surprise, yes, and shock, as well, which is what draws the grunt out of him when he feels the knife go into his stomach. The only real satisfaction she's going to get is that, with the knife in, she'll at least see out her hope of cutting him wide open if she wants to.

He will grab at her, though, after dropping his own knife to instead try and wrestle her -- maybe even throw her -- away from him. ]

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[ Regardless of what may or may not have happened in the vampire's apartment, where the two had originally contained their dispute, all bets are off now when there's a massive crash of something big and strong knocking someone else -- smaller, grey-skinned -- through a wall and flinging her straight across the street, right through the front of the unfortunately placed Hook, Line, & Tinker (sorry but not really sorry, Will).

The evening crowd out on the street scatters, screaming and running, trying to put distance between themselves and what steps out of the rubble of the apartment building. The thrower, it would seem, is a hulking brute, a wolf-like creature with dark fur that tapers off into grey and then white, nine feet tall with the weight and muscle to go with the size, undoubtably fitting the description from previous reports in Heropa.

The runners draw no attention from him, however, which may be a minor blessing. Instead, when he lets out a rumbling snarl, it's directed towards whoever he's just put through the storefront, and then he's off like a shot, leaping down from the second floor (landing on a car as he does, with a mighty crunch) and making a beeline straight across the street once he hits the ground proper. ]

[ It takes her a moment to drag herself back to her feet, pulling glass out of her back. Clearly there's no time for that. He's still coming, and he's just gotten bigger. She's still faster, hopefully. She just has to use that.

She falls through a portal, emerging on the sign of Will's poor bait shop leaping towards him in an attempt to grab the fur on his back. She's already lost her knife, but she can still use her teeth. ]

[ He can't match the speed of the portals, but he isn't about to stop his wild charge into the remains of the bait shop's storefront. He feels the weight land of his back, fingers gripping his fur, and the first action that comes to mind is keep going. It's all very basic, what's on his mind; kill the enemy, survive, get away. If Nicolas's more logical half was still in charge, he may have stopped to deal with her, but instead--

He's going to throw himself straight against the first firm, upright object he sees. In this case, some drywall still hanging on for dear life. He's angling to turn as he throws himself, to ram both himself and Kanaya straight through it. ]

[ She digs her teeth into his shoulder, trying to ignore the unappetizing feeling of fur on her tongue as she draws out as much as she can from him. Her back has only just stopped bleeding from the glass when the drywall slams against it, jostling her fangs out of his flesh as she loses her grip. She's already taken two hits that would put any normal person down, maybe for good. She's lucky she's already dead, that she doesn't need any breath to be knocked out.

Facing him head-on is as good as a death sentence while she's unarmed. She has to fight smart, try to take him down. So she goes for his legs, trying to topple him from the bottom. If she can get a good grip, maybe she can twist it far enough in the wrong direction that he'll stay down. ]

[ It takes a few seconds to recover from going through yet another wall, but he shakes it off, seemingly as unharmed as she is. Not fast enough to get his left away from her, however, and he reacts harshly to the twisting with a pained growl, followed immediately by thrashing wildly in an attempt to throw her away again. ]

[ His claws slash her face, flinging her back against the sales counter, fuming through green streaks. She pulls the register off of the counter, throwing it at him, then rips the counter from its base to hold him at bay, the best blunt object in reach. ]

[ That's one big clunk sound of the register bouncing off his head.

He's forced back a step, shaking his head vigorously to clear it after that, but otherwise? The only damage that seems to be sticking is the bite she'd given him moments before. Again, he charges, claws reaching out towards her as he leaps, completely unfazed (or perhaps simply not realizing the danger of it) by the counter she's now holding between them. ]

[ She was sure she'd broken his leg, and already he's already back on his feet. That's a bad sign, it means she isn't making any progress. She's not armed for this fight. But she does have a countertop.

She pulls it back, waiting until he's in reach before swinging it at him, hard enough to break it. ]

[ The counter connects, exactly as Kanaya had expected, with her hitting him hard enough to break it. The force sends werewolf right back out of the trashed store, hitting the street and rolling a ways before he can find something to dig claws into and put a stop to it.

It takes longer for him to get back to his feet this time, for sure, but he's still doing it, still getting up again. ]

[ Kanaya steps out into the open hole of the window, tearing a piece of the metal frame off. It's metal, with jagged edges, probably the best weapon she'll get under the circumstances.

Maybe he'll finally stay down if she drives this through his heart. There's a satisfying irony in the idea of staking a vampire hunter. ]

[It had been the news item about the woman being attacked that had drawn Anastasya's attention. There weren't many situations where someone could presumably lose a fight, and all that remained was dust. Not that she was familiar with, anyway. She knew there were other vampires here, though she had only spoken to one of them, so the thought that another had been murdered. Well.]

[It caught her curiosity.]

[She was not, however, in her 'vampire form' when she made her way through Heropa that evening, preferring the lack of attention that her human body called to itself. But even like that, she heard the smashing of glass and flesh, the familiar noises of a battle, and she hurried in that direction, tugging the hood of her sweatshirt up as she made her way around the corner just in time to see...A wolf? A large wolf, admittedly. Facing off against a...glowing, horned young woman.]

[Huh.]

[She reached for her magic, feeling the familiar tingle of energy as glowing blue swirls began to dance earound her fingers, her arms still at her sides, as she started towards them. She was trying to size up who was who, which side should she help? If she should at all. It could be some unrelated squabble but...really...this was too much of a coincidence, wasn't it?]

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[ The arrival of another imPort on the scene doesn't even get noticed by Nicolas. He's too focused on his attacker, the glowing woman, to keep track of his other surroundings. After that brief pause where he'd been recovering from being knocked back out of the bait shop? He's not staying put. He moves on into charge, lunging towards Kanaya, all teeth and claws bared. ]

CLOSED TO KANAYA

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STREET IN HEROPA, OPEN

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I think this might be a good part for folks to start threadjack/breaking them up?

definitely!

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