Gniewomir will try to throw the Chrysalid off of him. His armor will indeed protect him from the spit.
The other bikers will try to keep the Chrysalids focused on them. Two of them will drive around the ones heading off, trying to corral them back to the park. One of the bikers drives off, intend on getting into position far away from the park, from where he can snipe.
Backup will arrive next post.
[Red Zone - Just a Park]
Gniewomir successfully throws the Chrysalid off. It lays on the ground, trying to crawl away. This shell was too strong for it.
The other Chrysalids that haven't already escaped are corralled into the park, and can't really do much. They're very fast, but the bikers are ultimately faster.
Originally Posted by Earl of Purple
The child remains where it is, standing and watching. It's ready to spring into action, though that's not to obvious from its stance. Its eyes and mouth are closed.
Originally Posted by Mindfreak
The man looks around and sees the girl.
"What do you want?"
It's about now that the Chrysalid drops down from its spot on the other side of the man from the child, hissing.
[Dodgy Blind Alley]
The Chrysalid is hit by a rocket, and spoke plumes over the alley. Surely, it's dead from something that potent, right?
In another instant, an inhuman scream is heard, and the Chrysalid dashes through the smoke towards the man who fired the rocket at him. It doesn't seem harmed at all by that, and it's going very fast. Once it makes its approach, it tries to grab the man by the shoulders.
A small building in the old slums in the red zone. It used to be an general store with a large upstairs apartment. It was one of the first things Angie had bought up, and remodeled. Now it acts as a free clinic, and is where Angie keeps her office. A surprisingly small office, cramped into a closet sized room. She has her chair, a desk and just enough room for two chairs opposite it.
If one is paying close attention, the upstairs should have quite a bit more space then is accounted for. Maybe there is a secret room around, or a whole bunch of storage.
Angie sits at her desk reading over some reports on a few of her projects.
She takes goes to the back wall and hits a panel which swings open a door reveling the hidden room. It looks to be a small little studio apartment. She goes to the small kitchen area and throws on the kettle.
The mobster reaches across the table to take her hand and give it a small squeeze. "I will, ma'am. Promise. Now lets not worry about it any more. I'm sure there are better things yous have on mind to do."
"Yeah, I sure do," Billie says. After the rough curtains last night, what she wants today is slow and gentle - if Vinny is up for it.
The Sitar's Strings
The teenage boy is trying to get his thoughts together enough to say something, when a large hand clamps down on his shoulder. "That's quite enough ladies," says Brian Starling, who decided to leave his VIP booth to intervene. "This is a respectable restaurant, not a brothel. You're going to have to leave."
Clarissa's tongue is a little too tied up to communicate effectively with Brian!
Clarissa would take a stab at breaking away from Becky and circling Brian like she were a shark in an old ocean terror movie before returning to her place at Becky's side if she weren't so dreadfully busy with more pressing subjects at hand. She does take a second of her time to generously give Brian a hungry, predatory grin from the depths of her stomach, where his heart might be were this not a peaceful protest. She'll attempt to swipe his fancy-dancy, posh top hat of status right off of his head, don it, and play keep away with it should he attempt to reclaim it.
Her tails uncloak and her rows and rows and rows of razor-sharp pearly whites are bared for an instant. Her wings, as white as the virgin snow as if their master was designed to be as pure as the driven snow, rip two giant, clean holes through the back of her dress shirt, brought to bear in the hope of establishing a perimeter around Brian's front and sides, a net from which he shan't be freed without some hassle.
Clarissa is not setting the stage to bully Brian just yet...
She would much rather try to beat up his eyes and brain!
Full-blown pheromones, lust aura, mind-fogging, personality, voice, and magic casting go! One of Clarissa's seven sins, Lust, seizes control of her!
------- [Dodgy Blind Alley]
The Chrysalid should be able to grab the rocket man by the shoulders without running into any problems at all!
After it catches him, however, that becomes another story entirely... Two flashy energy beam saber armed gang duelists (the two who weren't visibly armed previously) attempt to plunge their weapons into any exposed portion of the Chrysalid as the sabers spark to life while the rocket man, who is likely restrained by the alien for the most part, attempts to headbutt the Chrysalid if any of its body parts are within range.
Eericka nods at Alder compliantly. He's a godsend...or so it seems. But she doesn't know who he is or what his role in this line of events is. He could be a slaver working with that gang's competition. He could be a murderer or a serial killer who stalks the streets at night searching every shadowy corner for victims of a specific height or with a specific hair or eye color.
But right now, she's willing to trust him. At least until they're out of this mess. But he's got to have a motive for being out and about on the streets this late at night. No good man survives a night outside in this neighborhood. Not even one.
Alder nods to her and then draws out a pair of silver spheres. The first one, he throws with enough force to send it flying into the street just outside of the alley. Once that is done he grabs hold of the second sphere, places his hand on Ericka's shoulder and then in a flash of light, the two of them should now be at the location of the first sphere. Alder then points down the street.
He says as he takes off at a jog, making sure that Ericka keeps up with him.
Oh, and sugar in the coffee too of course. Just not as much as in the ghosts of coffees past.
"Tobias? Happy? Grumpy is more like it. At least he isn't as grumpy as the reputation of that chap over at NO." John chuckles, sipping his java. "But we are setting up more contacts too, yeah."
As the kiss gets broken and Mr. Boss arrives to declare them out, Becky eyes him with a raised eyebrow and a somewhat displeased look.
Even as she catches her breath, which does interesting things to the exposed parts of her anatomy.*
* This would, of course, be most of them.
"Oh, is it that we're not allowed to show our affection for each other, Hm? Is...that..."
She trails off as Clarissa goes all 'RAWR LUST', and her eyes start following her companion's movements quite intently.
She's able to resist tackling her on the spot.
It's an unprecedented display of self-restraint!
((This scene should probably be separate from the Ekkehand plotting))
Clarissa acquires one top hat. It is a well-made top hat. Silk. Clearly very expensive. Starling does not deign to play "keep away" with Clarissa though. Even if she immediately returned the hat, he'd burn it rather than wear it ever again.
The various employees of the restaurant react to the wave of lust. Emily drops a tray of food and staaaares absently at Clarissa, while the teenage boy waiter loses it completely. (The less said about him the better.) A bartender watches and drools, but does manage to hit the alarm, sending a shrieking klaxon to assault the ears of the inhabitants.
Starling, however, holds up under the Lust onslaught remarkably well. Amazingly well. He stands in the circle of Clarissa's wings and stares her down with the power of utter disdain and complete conviction in his own superiority.
The corners of the child's mouth turn up in a smile. Then the child's mouth opens, revealing she's not really a child; instead of a mouth is a large eyeball with a blue iris and a square pupil. Her eyes also open, revealing themselves as small, fanged maws which quickly extend onto stalks. The murderer won't get a good look, though; the child jumps up and runs on all fours up the wall, waiting near the top. The Chrysalid's bigger; it gets first dibs of the man, and hopefully can't reach the 'child'. Hopefully the person that's already dead won't be eaten, so that way the 'child' at least gets a meal.
The Sitar's Strings
Unfortunately, it's three people- it seems Latella decided to tag along. "Hello. I'm Ekkehard Ohtheresson, and we're going to burn down a house infested with kobolds. Kareem said you know lots about arson, and that I should talk to you." Ekkehard does hope that James knows enough to stop him from getting burnt again.
Semper in faecibus suvum, sole profundum variant.
Terrowin Avatar by HappyTurtle. Much thanks!
I have a point!
Natalie's Birthday: Thirtieth of November. This is here to remind people, myself included.
I don't use the Registry; ask for a description if you don't know what my character looks like.
The croissants are actually pretty large, and with a good amount of meat and cheese on each. She takes just a few moments heating up the meat and cheese on the stove till it is nice and warm. She sets his plate in front of him and then sits down across from him to eat.
"Good, I have missed you, though I will admit, I sometimes peaked in to see how you were doing, emphatically speaking."