Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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"Threat level increased to critical. I repeat, threat level now increased to critical. The suspect is highly armed, possible AP connections. Civilians are being held hostage and several gunshots were heard on site. Requesting immediate backup, over."
The situation at the bank appeared to have escalated much quicker than expected. The atmosphere from within the four-seater car remained tense as the vacant stares of Amelia as well as the two others in the back seat lingered throughout the duration of the travel. The deputy's audacious way of driving was well-warranted due the current circumstances, although the bold grin present on his moustachioed face was somewhat disconcerting. Amelia's arms remained crossed as she began to scrupulously analyse the situation using what little information they have been given.
"The suspect is on the move. A big guy, seemingly of Asian descent. So fa-"
There was a short pause, thus worsening the already apprehensive ambience from within the confines of the deputy's car. Amelia could already perceive the feint sound resembling gunshots even amidst the cacophony of shouts, static and a rather peculiar dissonance recorded in the officer's radio.
"The suspects has just been shot but is still confirmed active, seems to be some sort of bodily regeneration ability, could be a vampire. We also can't see shit and there’s this weird noise… Possibly the work of his accomplices. TRS officials have just been contacted and are now on their way, over."
The transmission ended and Amelia was still in her pensive state, that was until they caught sight of a bizarre looking dome of darkness. She inspected the said phenomenon with her own eyes, adjusting her glasses as she did so. In addition to that, the said cacophony began to irritate Amelia’s above average hearing even from inside the car. The deputy abruptly stepped on the brakes as they neared the edge of the aforementioned dome of darkness. The deputy may be bold, but thankfully not bold enough to drive through the darkness, especially considering their comrade-in-arms from within.
All four of them hastily exited the car, the other vehicles followed shortly after. With his usual, almost gaudy smile, the deputy practically shouted for everyone to proceed on foot, after which he gave Amelia a suggestive look. She sighed not only from the implication, but from the way he did it. How does the Commissioner even deal with this buffoon? Regardless, Amelia calmly stood before the curious looking dome, tucking her short blonde hair behind her ear as the deputy began to call out the others capable of at least making their way to the scene. Already, she could sense the commotion from inside the bank, making out the mutterings and screams of the people trapped inside along with the raucous footsteps of people frantically rushing out of the darkened area amidst the overwhelming discord. Upon the deputy's signal, Amelia and three others passed through the barrier. Her pupils began to dilate against her aquamarine coloured irises as the darkness obscured her sight. She now had to rely mostly on her super enhanced sense of hearing and smell, much to her dismay due to the noise. Being the highest ranked among the four, she was naturally given the task of supervising said group. The four of them collectedly wandered along the rows of their bewildered colleagues, surveying the vicinity for any anomalous behaviour.
"Robbing a large bank, the ability to regenerate, the ability to obstruct the vision of others and sound manipulation..." Amelia stated flatly as she led the group onward, not as if the others would hear her anyways. The RCMP were no fools, robbing a bank by yourself is near impossible even for a vampire, there was also the unexplained darkness and noise, surely the man was not alone. That is of course, if robbing the bank was their primary objective, which is apparently not true in this case. She took a deep breath as she gestured the group to a halt, scrutinising any nearby soul or movement with her ears and nose upon nearing the bank's entrance. Aside from the others panicking, there was generally little movement near the bank's entrance aside from a few anomalies.
Then she smelt it, blood, and sweat, at almost excessive amounts coming from a male individual a 100 metres away. Then an erratic, and almost irregular movement came from another individual, their footsteps heading towards... the smell of gunpowder? "Mr. Kaplan, Ms. Hayfield, I'd assume you could sense it as well." Of course they would, being a lycan and shifter respectively. Two, possibly three culprits may have been identified. The smaller and lighter of the three under scrutiny somehow made a sporadic turn towards the opposite direction. Their sweat glands excreting more than necessary along with the feint smell of fresh ink, highly suspect behaviour. Taking great measure to ensure that they stood still, she then took out her radio and said with her typically refined and neutral tone of voice. "Two, possibly three culprits have been identified, several wounded. Requesting permission to engage, over." It did not take long for the Commissioner to reply.
"Affirmative, Will send in some guys capable of helping out ASAP. Some of them should be nearby, over."
Shortly afterwards, 10 metres away from the bank's entrance, she took notice of a rather relaxed presence nearby what she perceived to be the bank's entrance, she knew this scent, a male Fae or Half-fae in question. The blood covered male, undoubtedly an assailant seems to be grabbing hold of... more gunpowder? Amelia's eyes widened as before she knew it, a metallic pin was dropped to the concrete floor, an all too familiar sound for the former soldier. As soon as she heard a rather heavy noise dropped near the individual near the entrance, Amelia's body moved on its own, bolting forth whilst still in her human form heading towards the now increasingly agitated Fae-ish individual. Even as she neared the scene, she was aware that she would not make it. Then the elf in question took hold of the bag and threw it upwards shortly before a resounding boom echoed throughout the entire district.
That boy, although apparently not one of the perpetrators, was apparently the source of all this cacophony in everyone's head. Amelia began to lose composure as the racket resonated with her in the worst possible way due to her super enhanced hearing. Kaplan, her lycan subordinate soon caught up. "Kaplan, take care o' tha' loon o'er there aye?!" an agitated Amelia exclaimed while snapped towards the direction of the wayward teen. Her highland roots became more apparent as her voice sounded coarser and more garbled than before, losing all refinement in its tone. Kaplan then complied after which Amelia, in one fluid motion, took out a syringe from her coat pocket and jammed to the side of her neck, ingesting its content into her bloodstream so as to reduce the repercussions of transforming.
She then stepped over the rubble and streamed in the bank as soon as the backup of... 5 others arrived. The smell of blood, sweat and tears gave her a clear map of the nearby vicinity as her claws and fangs began to manifest. As of now, neutralising the other suspect manipulating the darkness takes priority, although she could not help but face the man with the rifle. After casually removing her glasses and carefully pocketing it, she suddenly and firmly declared "RCMP! on tha fock'n ground, NOW!". She could hear their every movement, their every breath, in fact, she could feel it. The wolf-woman gritted her teeth, this will be a messy one.
Aside from their feelings of dizziness, it's like as if they have been forced to turn around until their surroundings are in a blur as Takemizukachi tries to stand up and sneak up to the bathroom to vomit or at least call the police with an ambulance because things are started to get really tense here.
" Fuck this. " the faekin just mumbles under their breath as they decided to crawl their way towards the bathroom of the bank which is just a short distance towards the entrance but it is almost like a long distance as they can feel their skin crawl on the bad tensions around along with the stranger who is able to survive three shots made by a police officer who just visited. They just shook their head while they slid towards the chairs where they used to sit; humans will never learn from their own mistakes -- it's just like what happened when their parents got burnt.
As such, they observed the duffel bag get thrown outside from the bank and Takemizukachi crawls back again not minding what the bag's contents are until an explosion is heard with the foundations of the building slightly shaking with a little dust falling from the ceiling only to find the entrance to be already blocked. for the past events, sounds have been evidently wonky and there is darkness around the area -- possibly there are people who are more than just people.
Now that they are trapped in, they finally sneaked their way to the bathroom, closing the door with a slam and rushes to the cubicle and locking it again to assure some privacy and the chance of being caught by the criminal to lessen. With shaking hands, they turned towards the speed dial and started calling for the ambulance. It doesn't matter if they are heard due to the bathroom's incredibly bad acoustics but at least they can get out of this sticky situation to lessen casualties.
[attr="class","clmtBody"] MacKenzie watches as multiple bullets from the blown up bag fly outwards killing everyone outside the bank. [break][break] MacKenzie noticed when the explosion outside went off. That was... large. The bag had been thrown, and the front of the bank had collapsed. And for a moment the sound of explosions filled the air, overriding anything else he could have possibly heard. [break][break] Explosions that kept going. [break][break] They stopped, kind of, replaced by music, of all things. Whoever was doing that was annoying as fuck, and the fact that they listened to this artist was frankly embarrassing. [break][break] Music. Still loud. Less distracting. He could make out things in the background. He also saw the woman entering the bank, climbing over the rubble. He had a chance to get moving before she cleared the small mountain. Logan would notice her too, and probably try to fight her. [break][break] "LOGAN! WE'RE GOING! HEAT'S TOO MUCH, IT'S A BUST!" [break][break] MacKenzie had opened his mic for that. Zoe would hear the statement as MacKenzie watched the climbing woman's body shape change. [break][break] "SHIT! CHANGER!" he yelled out again, more for Zoe's benefit than Logans. Logan would know exactly what type of changer the woman was, probably before MacKenzie had even seen her. But who needed to tell them that? [break][break] He heard the channel open, static for a brief second, before closing. Zoe's confirmation that she had heard, and was assessing the new situation. In the meantime, MacKenzie left his mic open. [break][break] "SIDE DOOR! YOU LEAD, I'LL CLOSE OFF THE ROUTE!" [break][break] MacKenzie waited for Logan to run past him. The changer had just mounded the debris outside the door. She, it, was inside the bank, and vaulting straight for MacKenzie. MacKenzie was not a religious person, but the desire to pray popped into his head for a moment. [break][break] MacKenzie followed Logan down the hallway. The side door would be bolted, nearly impossible to open, until a code was entered. It would have been easy for Zoe to get the code. In fact, she did. Unfortunately, the code had to be entered from the security room. MacKenzie had no way to get there without seriously risking himself. So he was going to use the alternative plan. [break][break] Small metal canisters with odd tops began to materialize in MacKenzie's right hand while his other hand created a larger shape, comprised of many cylinders. These were constructs of pure darkness. They had no smell, though their sounds would be similar enough. [break][break] MacKenzie threw the first canister from his right hand, a small pin catching on his thumb where it had first spawned. The sounds would give away their existence, but he hoped the lack of a smell would fool the changer. Then again, she may not have been using sound/smell. MacKenzie had only watched long enough to recognize that she was pretty sure of her footing, deftly dodging obstacles. She had some way of sensing the world, he just hoped it was smell or sound. [break][break] One by one, the canisters dropped behind MacKenzie, landing on the floor between cubicles in the hallway they crossed. And as the changer approached the first (if they had not changed plans), right as it was about to go off, MacKenzie dropped his darkness. The entire bank was lit up, and a high pitched, piercing sound rung out. Logan would now be dealing with no hearing, in addition to his other injuries. MacKenzie still had his hearing, the plug-phones blocking the worse of the sound. But his ears did still ring. [break][break] Half a second, and another one went off. Logan would no longer be affected, MacKenzie imagined. Not in any significant manner, at least. He could heal the damage later, when they were safe. [break][break] Half a second more, and a third. MacKenzie's hearing got worse after each one. His eyes, however, still functioned. Normally, the way his eyes worked was a downside. If he wanted "thermal" vision, he could not see normal light. Right now? These specific flashbangs were a low-heat variety. They did not give off enough to blind him, and since his eyes could not pick up visible light at all right now, he would be in working condition the instant he swapped back, too. [break][break] Six in total, each a half second apart. It was meant to delay her. Give her pause. The ones after those six? They were more round. Their shells were harder, constructed that they would fragment into large, pointed pieces. Two of them only, enough for MacKenzie to get behind a wall before they went off. Again, they were meant to delay. If the changer did not notice them at all, and kept running through the flashbangs, she would likely die. If she stopped at the first or second, long enough for the grenades to detonate? She would be... mostly fine. Probably not dead, probably not uninjured. [break][break] The other object that MacKenzie had been forming? It was completed. Well, mostly completed. Sometimes, MacKenzie's power was fucking stupid. He could not make a shaped charge, but he could make an anti-tank cannon that shot bullets with built in shaped charges. By extension, he could create just the round. And if he created it in the right order, and stopped early? He could remove the charge from the shell through the missing back. [break][break] This was a practiced move. Zoe had helped him figure out this was actually possible, to begin with. And then she had forced him to practice this. To be fair, it was useful. He had used it once before, though in a less intense situation. [break][break] The charge easily stuck to the door, at the handle. Zoe had checked, this was the only location it was locked via. MacKenzie ducked behind Logan, who stood with his back to the charge. It blew up, and more than a little shrapnel made its way into Logan. Nothing too serious, MacKenzie guessed. He threw the darkness back up as the door was pushed open, Logan leading the way, the darkness reforming to block line of sight to them. Police would be at this side door too, though fewer. Likely no powers, not yet, with the primary forces only just making it to the front to engage. MacKenzie generated a mallet, an old medieval style one, and swung it at a lock in the ground. They had keys to another grate, not this one. The lock broke off easily, meant more so to give pause to the homeless than to actually secure it. The gate lifted easily, and Logan and MacKenzie could drop down. This would become a chase through the subway system. Not one they were likely to win, but it was a better chance than fighting it out in the bank. [break][break] If we can reach a train.... [break][break] MacKenzie dropped the hammer and the darkness, his eyes becoming normal.
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[attr="class","zrtPost"] Zoe was not pleased. Logan had just destroyed their primary escape plan. Now she was stuck down here. They would not be meeting up with her now, unless they got absurdly lucky. She would leave as soon as things calmed down. For now... [break][break] Zoe stood, slowly. She was still shrouded in darkness, and noise still filled her ears. Her arm reached for a wall, the gloves she wore protecting her from leaving fingerprints. She followed the wall to its corner, and followed the new wall. Her hand reached in front of her, and her feet did not go past it. It was slow progress, but she reached the edge. [break][break] She found another corner, this time an outward one. Her arm followed the new wall while she slowly moved along the narrow strip. The next corner, only two feet away from the last. This one would be the station proper. There was a gate, but it was easy to go around. Zoe would become one of the many scared people at the train station. Maybe someone would eventually see her on the cameras, track her to see that she was not at the station the entire time. But for now? She could blend into the crowd. She sat down against the wall, pulled her arms around her knees, with her thighs to her chest. Her phone was in her hand, headphones in. She was still listening, but she would likely be unable to talk from here on out. [break][break] And such was when the darkness faded. Zoe remained sitting as activity resumed around her. Families making sure everyone was ok. People checking their phones, texting, everything. MacKenzie's darkness messed with people on a level few who had not experienced it understood. New screams pierced through the music, a name. Zoe thought she caught the word "tracks" from someone else. Zoe very purposefully did not check her guesses on what they were shouting about.
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[attr="class","zrtNotesContent"] Unless something specifically happens with Zoe, she's going to be out of the topic. AKA: not posting. She is very much still there, so if anyone wants to interact with her, or she *has* to break her silence to help MacKenzie, she will post again. Hopefulyl that is not the case.
[attr="class","lbtTextContent"] Logan was angry. He was shot, he had gotten none of the money, and MacKenzie was ordering a retreat. He understood why, he still did not like it. [break][break] Logan would go along with the retreat for now. He ran to meet up with MacKenzie, and then continued running for the side door. He had to keep an arm out, following the cubicles. Blood sense was not that useful without blood. MacKenzie's sight was much more effective than his, in this darkness. [break][break] Logan's pace picked up when MacKenzie's darkness fell. He wondered why, until he was blinded. And deafened. Flashbangs. [break][break] Logan had no ear protection and no eye protection. The blood loss was starting to catch up with him, he would have to compensate. [break][break] The bleeding began anew as Logan's cardiovascular system returned to normal. Well, an extremely damaged normal. He did not need it right now. Small holes opened through his entire body, the cells moving out of the way. He was a pincushion, with invisible intangible pins that pierced all the way through. This served a number of purposes. It got air to his cells, and those cells would share. Nutrients were being shared along much more efficient pathways than normal, preventing his remote cells from dying due to a lack of circulation. And finally, as he moved, these holes created a slight, high pitched whistle. This change worked to cover both the blood loss and the sight loss, when coupled with the other change. [break][break] Logan's skin became much more receptive. It could feel vibrations in the air, and his brain translated this into sound. All except for a small portion of the sound, a single segment of the spectrum. The Whistle. His body had adjusted to grant him echolocation. Changes this complex and intermingled would be costly, he knew this much. But the pin pricks aerating his body meant he had no need for the altered vascular system. That was why it had dropped. Logan had forced the blood change, and his body had automatically expanded it to accommodate for the rest. [break][break] Blood leaked out of Logan's ears, slowly. There was no beating heart, nothing pushing the blood. It was propelled only by a pressure differential, and that would not last long. [break][break] The next several flashbangs led to Logan's skin adapting slightly more, limiting his mental perception of the sounds. His vision was effectively gone, at least temporarily, so he closed his eyes, trusting on the whistle and its reverberations to guide him. [break][break] MacKenzie blew open the door, and Logan led the way out. His body was pockmarked with shrapnel. He did not mind. The bleeding was a non-issue. The pain was non-existent. No major injuries. He waited for MacKenzie to open the grate, and jumped down. They would have a run along the tracks. He continued to bleed. He considered that the blood would give an easy trail to follow. But MacKenzie made no mention of it, and it would be bothersome to maintain a change that did not benefit him. [break][break] Logan ran, following MacKenzie. He knew MacKenzie had a plan, and Logan was not planning on heading back to jail.
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[attr="class","lbtDamageContents"] Life ending heart damage. Not treated. 0 points. Life altering gut damage. 1 point. Life altering diaphragm damage. Not treated. 0 points. Life ending blood loss. 3 points. Life altering hearing loss. 1 point. Life altering blindness. 1 point. Nutrient distribution: 2 points.
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[attr="class","lbtNotesContent"] I kind of expect the flashbangs to not go so well! But I guess we'll see. It's fun, trying to outdo someone that I can't really expect to take in hand-to-hand.
Amelia was no fool, the fewer the attackers, the more likely it is that they knew what they were doing. Underestimating a group bold enough to undertake a seemingly herculean task merely on account of their numbers would be unsound. As Amelia expected, the TRS will probably be late, the RCMP really deserved more credit for always arriving much earlier. As frustrated as she is due to loud dissonance permeating throughout the vicinity, it was not something she was unused to. She could only hope that the same can be said for the 8 others with her, the entirety of them having enhanced senses as well. The moment she and practically everyone else in her squad heard it, they faced towards the direction of the one individual shouting. Better yet, they now have a clearer ID regarding the other suspect's name, "Logan", Amelia swore she heard it before somewhere. Their next comments regarding the perception of her abilities indicated that their eyes somehow possess the necessary photoreceptors that enabled them to see in pure blackness. Concurrently, her limbs began emanating a bright light as it materialises the fur and claws, 20 more seconds and she will be fully transformed.
As she and the squad trudged through rubble, Amelia, with her augmented hearing was able to perceive the feint sounds of static ringing within their ears confirming the presence of an accomplice from the outside. The moment her exclamations made their presence known as is the standard procedure, she could already detect the apprehension one of them was feeling, the odour of their perspiration clearly giving it away. The suspects made their next move as expected. Being a wolf shifter, her exceptionally advanced olfactory receptors would prove beneficial in tracking down the two confirmed aggressors. One of them is known as "Logan", Race: Human, Gender: Male, Apparent Ability: Pain Suppression, Regenerative Healing Factor. How atypical indeed, for a human to have the capacity to heal at a rate akin to that of a vampire's. He also ignored the warning and legged it. Now she had every right to engage. She braced herself, still in her bipedal form and before too long, bolted for it. The other one followed him shortly afterwards, Race: Human, Gender-...
...She then heard the pulling of a pin, a sound she was all too accustomed to. How strange indeed, no smell of gunpowder, no trace of magnesium or phosphorus. Nevertheless, the sound of a canister clearly being dropped in front of her made it clear. The object dropped was cylindrical in shape, a bit lighter than the usual grenade but then again she could not be too sure, the safety of the civilians take priority. She immediately halted the transformation process and with her semi shifted form, pressed her feet onto the concrete marble causing fissure in her effort to come to a halt. A total of eight objects were dropped, last two being of a different shape and weight than the others, rendering her alarmed. "TAKE COVER!" she vociferated in her husky semi distorted voice as she dashed away from the scene. Suddenly, much to her surprise the darkness was lifted and she could see again, only for a brief moment that is. The objects detonated much earlier than the expected, flashbangs... Those were no normal weapons and whoever threw them was the one manipulating the darkness. Most of her comrades were thankfully, thoughtful enough to guard and start escorting the hostages away from the scene seconds ago, taking the necessary actions to ensure their safety.
As for Amelia, the flash once again robbed her of her sight and hearing, being slightly dazed as she dashed towards the nearest hostage, a woman still left unattended. The successive detonation of the five other stun grenades further disoriented the shifter who bore the brunt of the attacks being the closes to the detonation and due to her super enhanced senses. Immediately afterwards, she then huddled her body over the said woman, pinning her to the ground in an effort to shield her from what is to come. She gritted her teeth tightly and shut her eyes as two explosions discharged in succession. The mere sounds of such discord and chaos brought out the worst in her. Images began repeatedly flashing in her head as she subconsciously tightened her grip on the civilian. She could hear explosions, gunshots, and screams even though they were not there. As much as she had become acquainted with the sheer turbulence associated with modern warfare, it was the memories of them than haunted her. Even as the few materialised fragments of darkness pelted her semi-shifted back, her mind still stuck in Siberia, 5 years ago…
Before she realised it, 30 seconds had past. Immediately returning to her senses, she released her near suffocating embrace on the woman with much apologies and chagrin. The fragments on her back appear to have already dematerialised leaving only gaping and bleeding holes onn her back which at most, proved to be a minor nuisance to the semi-shifted woman. The sphere of darkness having been withdrawn earlier, the other officers swarmed the interior of the bank. Still deafened due to the effects of the stun grenade, she was reduced to surveying the nearby radius only to find a number of her comrade-in-arms still entering the breech outside and their suspects nowhere to be seen. That is, aside from the traces of blood the Logan so grudgingly left for her to trace. In addition to their scent being embedded well into her memory, tracking them down would be an elementary task for her. Ignoring the couple of officers attempting to catch her attention due to her ears not yet working anyways, she began briskly walking towards the pool of blood Logan had left behind. As she did so, she promptly procured another syringe from her coat pocket and once again jammed it into her still human-like neck.
Another explosion reverberated throughout the scene followed by the sphere of darkness once again presenting itself. Meanwhile, Amelia was already on the verge of transformation. 7 seconds afterwards, all physical traces of humanity were gone. In her place was a lofty looking wolf, standing at a vertical height comparable to that of a thoroughbred racehorse. Her fur was beige, almost golden in colour giving a more refined and noble appearance in contrast to her now beastly countenance. How slightly unfortunate, that the others were unable to feast their eyes upon such a spectacle. She will ensure that they will pay for what they did, failure for her is not an option, especially considering the threat they posed to everyone around them. Hopefully, they have not gotten too far. Deprived of both sight and hearing, she at first proceeded with steady steps having to rely solely on her olfactory senses. Only after the dark sphere was once again switched off did the giant she-wolf leapt forth at her optimal, super enhanced speed. It would not be until a minute's time before she regains her ability to hear. She followed their scent outside the bank and onwards.
Adam lowered the smoking gun and jammed it back into his holster. The hostile had stumbled backwards from the force of the AP bullets. Maybe they were a bit overkill. Then he heard the man let loose a roar, tear something out of hid ear and crush it. A comms piece maybe? After that little moment, Adam met the other gifted's gaze. Ok. Time to get the fuck out. As soon as Adam got to his knees and the other gifted reached into the duffel bag to pull who knows what, the lights went out. What the crap? Did someone take out the building's power? No. That can't be it. Even if someone did such a thing, there would still be light coming from the outside. Adam was robbed of his sight completely. He started to panic, but he realized something. This was similar to a case he had taken a year back that had something to do with a power hungry necromancer. The necro used some sort of magic to rob Adam of his sight. This could be the same deal. All Adam needed to do was focus and utilize his other senses. As soon as he did so, there was a fucking explosive.
It sounded like the entrance of the bank had collapsed. That idea was further supported by the building's foundations shaking and the faint sound of dust falling. He also heard the sound of canisters dropping. Wait. Cannisters? Immediately after, Adam could see. Then there was a bright flash and loud, ringing noise. Caught off guard, Adam stumbled over an overturned table and fell to the ground covering his head with his arms. After the noise started fading away another one set off. And another. All of them half a second apart. Flashbangs. Adam got hit by them plenty of times during his military service. He should be used to them, but 6 successive flashbangs? It is not a pleasant experience, and one he would not want to replicate. He couldn't even hear the extra explosions even if he wanted to. After the ringing finally stopped, he slowly got up and looked around, wincing as he went. The place looked like a fucking warzone. He put a hand on his left hip and grimaced. He pulled his hand away and it came up covered in blood. Shrapnel must have pierced him when he was incapicitated by the flashbangs. It hurt, but it wasn't life threatning and the wound could heal by itself in short order. Adam wiped the blood off onto his jacket, hid behind a pillar and watched as a female wolf shifter approached the pool of blood and then take off. Adam assumed she had caught some kind of scent. He pulled his gun out of the holster and followed the shifter as stealthy as possible.
their hands are almost shaking -- it's like if they aren't careful then takemizukachi can accidentally drop their phone on the toilet bowl and they did. after texting sibyl, they tried to calm themselves down only for the said electronic to fall down with a small sound of water hitting water which made the faekin sigh. clapping their hands, a faint glow of electric blue is emitted through and the girl gets their own drenched phone without the risk of being electrocuted.
" i'll just put this on a sack of rice or something ... " the faekin mumbles before unlocking the washroom cubicle and then going out to the comfort rooms only to see more chaos: six flashbangs being launched immediately, shouts of men and women, they almost forgot on who the people they treated and it even made them more dizzy. they then saw the police officer who shot the thief three time when they ducked towards the injured men who got shot in the leg.
this was all memorial and at the same time, a horrific memory that etched through takemizukachi's mind that the downtown of lorsette can get really chaotic or they're just trapped in a bad situation. sibyl always warned about criminals wandering around especially at night along with a group named "the assembly of phantoms" to which the faekin paid no mind. they never wanted to get involved in groups that do nothing but fight, fight, and fight.
takemizukachi stands up, wobbling and hands shaking as they felt getting pale but failed as they are now brought down to two knees before they simply puked at a corner of the bank. disgusted, the faekin tried to crawl away only for their sight to fail them and eventually faint due to the stress around them along with the usage of their ability to get the two people healed from at least blood loss from a bullet wound.
[attr="class","clmtBody"] MacKenzie was surprised when no one followed them into the tunnels. [break][break] Then again, was it really that surprising? They might thinkg MacKenzie or someone had set up a trap down here. And they probably did not know the subway. [break][break] Well, they probably knew the stops. Where to get off for some things. But they would not know the exact route the subway took. This one? There was only a single grate left before the subway took a turn and went under a building. MacKenzie began preparing several things. The first was an incredibly large sphere. It was a project by some Soviet think tank during World War 2 or the Cold War. He could not quite remember which one. [break][break] Sludge bomb, basically. A chemical weapon meant to sicken people only be reactions. It was a hindrance. It could gunk up mechanics, and would cling to boots and such, but it was not poisonous. It squelched as you walked over it, and it had a foul, though not that strong, smell. MacKenzie placed this item on the ground, and held an activator. He made a few more, placing them as he and Logan ran. [break][break] The second item was another blasting charge, via anti-tank round. When they went under the building, they would blow open the access hatch. A door with a staircase, it connected the basement of Lorsette's transit association's main building to the tracks. [break][break] The third object was easily the worse. Tubular, as long as MacKenzie's arm, as thick as his head, with rounded caps on either end. MacKenzie placed it down and plugged his nose, yelling at Logan to do the same. [break][break] It would not really help, but it was something. [break][break] The activator was triggered. The compressed liquid within the gunk bomb was released. It made contact with the air, and reacted, thickening. It had its own unpleasant smell, but it was nothing compared to the pure stink of the stink bomb. "Who me?" Sulfurous compounds that smelled of fecal matter and rotting flesh. It would fill the subway for about two blocks in either direction, leaking up and out onto the streets, via the grates. Zoe would either be just in range, or just out of range. Either way, she would smell it. But not as badly as MacKenzie and Logan smelled it now. [break][break] 'The sludge will cover blood trails. The stink bomb will cover scent trails. Darkness, the darkness grew to its most potent, them being far enough under the building that the darkness was not visible on the street, will cover visual trails. [break][break] MacKenzie placed the extracted shaped charge on the door. The pair would back up, to the opposite wall, as the door blew open, leading into a staircase that would ascend to the basement of the municipal building above. [break][break] They would not take the door, instead walking further away from the bank. A sewer access point. The sludge made for slow walking, but it would not be too terribly long. The wolf changer would have more issues in the sludge than MacKenzie and Logan were. More strength, certainly, but the sludge would cling to fur better than pants, and weight the wolf down. Extra weight meant more sinking, so more to pull out of. And the sludge was weird in its own ways. Fast movements could easily pierce it, but slow movements it could fight against. Slow, long steps allowed MacKenzie and Logan to proceed without sinking deeply. If someone did not know obscure Cold War era failed bomb designs, they were unlikely to realize that moving slowly was faster than running all out. [break][break] Entering the sewer was easy, not even a lock system on it. Just open the door and close it. MacKenzie used a handkerchief to open it, and likewise to close it. Logan descended the ladder first. They were now in the sewers, while all signs pointed to them escaping through the municipal building. [break][break] The sludge would have filled in their steps seconds after they took them, resettling in a level shape. The scent would override and scent they gave off, and the sewers would mask it more. MacKenzie had a specific route to lead Logan, and he hoped they were in the clear. [break][break] Even so, MacKenzie crafted one more, large object. Conical, with a rounded top. This was MacKenzie's last resort. An escape now for the most intense manhunt to ever exist later. The bomb itself was not that interesting. It was stink bombs and flash bangs all in one large container, meant to be delivered as a single payload. But it looked like a warhead that would go in an ICBM. And looking like that was all MacKenzie wanted. One threat about a nuclear explosion, with a trigger hooked up to a pulse-ox? They would let MacKenzie leave, not try to stop him. [break][break] With the major downside of a major manhunt right after. [break][break] MacKenzie really hoped it did not get that far.
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[attr="class","lbtTextContent"] Logan was frankly bored. Nothing special to do, besides follow MacKenzie's directions. But this was important. The group had already worked it out. If anyone was goign to get imprisoned, the best bet was not Logan. Logan would not have and leniency. Straight to prison, likely while knocked out. No time to stage a breakout, without having to break into a prison. MacKenzie, on the other hand, would likely be given an interrogation. The likelyhood of being shipped off immediately was minimal, especially since they would have to set up runes and curses. Logan's power was ignorable if they put him in handcuffs. MacKenzie.... they could not risk MacKenzie's power making anything. [break][break] So Logan followed MacKenzie's commands. They could pull a better job in the future. Right now, they needed to escape. [break][break] The foul liquid of the sewer seeped into Logan's injuries. He had known this was a likely outcome. He hated infections. They took up points, and the way they damaged the body was abstract. Unclear. His body could handle them automatically, making any symptoms non-issues. But his power could not cure diseases. Not without copious amounts of blood. He hoped Zoe had properly prepared.
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[attr="class","lbtDamageContents"] Life ending heart damage. Not treated. 0 points.[break] Life altering gut damage. 1 point.[break] Life altering diaphragm damage. Not treated. 0 points.[break] Life ending blood loss. 3 points.[break] Life altering hearing loss. 1 point.[break] Life altering blindness. 1 point.[break] Nutrient distribution: 2 points.
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[attr="class","lbtNotesContent"] I'll post with Zoe if she has a part in this topic in the future. If anyone wants to interact with her, feel free to.
Eventually, the supersized she-wolf came across a ramshackle gate that was evidently broken down, resulting in a handful of perplexed, shabbily clad homeless people scurrying out onto the street. Despite the shifter's inclination to rush downwards and continue the chase, she was not really one to repeat the same blunder twice. She brought herself to a halt and instead, lowered her snout towards the opening. Differentiating the assortment of scents emanating from numerous other individuals and rubbish, she was able to ascertain the target's relative distance. Meanwhile, a company of her other comrades finally caught up and took the initiative to pass her by. Much to her displeasure, the small group under the leadership of Kaplan, her lycanthrope subordinate so readily streamed into the opening made by the enemy. The lot who decided to stay with her sensibly and eagerly awaited her orders.
By the time she recovered her auditory senses, the distant sounds of ambulance sirens and the resounding boom of an officer’s megaphone ushered her back to the sheer chaos of the situation. Almost immediately afterwards, a choppy yet familiar voice was heard from the several radios her comrades carried with them. "...-epeat, we got an ID on one of the suspects. Logan Bing: Human, Male, Asian, 6'2 tall and 34 years of age. Abilities include Blood Regeneration, Bodily Redundancy and Blood Flow Vision. Highly dangerous Class-S threat, authorising the use of lethal force, I repeat, authorising the use of lethal force. It's probably the only way to stop him before he kills more people. Then again, it's not like the bastard will die yet... Over." As the Chief Superintendent's announcement was being transmitted through all units, the detection of a foul smelling odour emerging from within the subway in correspondence to both the suspect's scent trails only reaffirmed the earlier hypothesis Amelia had in mind. That the other suspect is somehow, able to generate chemical compounds in correlation to the item they wished to materialise.
A most grotesque odour was discharged consisting of sulphurous compounds of such potency that that replicated the most fetid stench which is needless to say, utterly deplorable for the shifter in her canine form whose sense of smell is now countless times superior to that of a normal human. At this point, Amelia was certain that they were laying down a trap for them, for her in particular. Gagging and wheezing whilst in her animal form, she could no longer help but revert back to her human form. After all, the scent trail had been completely overwhelmed by the aforementioned odour, and knowing that a sphere of darkness would have likely been employed, she was much better off releasing her analysis of the suspects to the higher ups and taking command of the others. Of course, she has to be in her human form to report her findings. Her evaluation of the two assailants had already been firmly implanted within her Hippocampus thanks to her outstanding olfactory capabilities.
Pinching her nose as she tried to calm herself in futility, she watched as an array of other units braved the putrid smell along with a few security drones that hovered down and sped through the area. Amelia then pressed the button on her radio to make the report, "Chief, this is Inspector Amelia Sutherland, Over." She said with her voice still hoarse from the transformation along with the resulting heart palpitations. Upon the chief's affirmation, Amelia began right after distancing herself from the opening to collect her words. "Right Sir, I have performed the necessary observations regarding our other suspect. The results are as follows: A female human possessing a height of around 5'3... Her apparent abilities consist of Darkness Manipulation, Thermal Vision and the ability to Materialise certain objects at-" Her concise and well-thought-out report done in her neutral and refined voice was abruptly interrupted by the distant noise of an explosion. The ensuing presence of a light utility helicopter equipped with a camera crew and the subsequent orders she heard from the radio made her tick.
"I heard that Inspector Sutherland, do lead the squad and investig-" "Ye shitin' mah arse right now?! Ah cannae do tha', subway's prob'ly dark as fock an' reeks o' shite coz th' wee bitch pulled a soddin' stink bomb an' sea o' sludge OOT 'ER FOCK'N ARSE!..." Amelia then suddenly and crudely interrupted as her temperamental tendencies took over. Suddenly realizing her boorish display, she cleared her throat and exhaled deeply. "Sorry 'bout that Chief, go ahead..." She remarked, her native intonation still clearly present. "Gods Sutherland, calm yourself. Anyway, you mean to tell me that the other suspect is capable of procuring weapons, is this correct? Over." "Affirmative, the lass somehow found a way tae conjure up certain stuff out o' darkness... explosives n' shite, in addition tae creatin' this dome o' darkness. O'er."
"I see... so you're saying that they can pretty much conjure up anything, weapons in particular, and now they're currently planting potential explosives throughout the area?... Over" The implication of the Chief Superintendent's question finally struck Amelia. Although she is aware that the materialised object will eventually dissipate as evidenced by the dark fragments on her back vanishing, the possibility of the suspects causing an explosion large enough to shatter the underground infrastructure just to escape was all too plausible. "Aye, sir... tho' the weapons seem tae disappear after some time. O'er."
"Noted, I am aware and have already informed the TRS of the suspect's distinct abilities, seems that they were aware of a certain AP member, Mackenzie, matching the same profile you have given me. Although the one in their list appears to be male... regardless, a troop of TRS hunters equipped with thermal imaging goggles should b-" Amelia's attention was then directed towards the number of TRS vans stopping near her and her squad as the hunters clad started pouring out of the vehicles and rushing into the subway. "...Also, the expect the areas between the Downtown and Central stations to be warded off with anti-mags in 10 minutes time, roughly around a range of 50 meters in radius. Do try your best to assist. Over and out."
Amelia and her troops rushed into the subway along with the hunters, the stench and gunk having already vanished. Everything seemed to be going well until suddenly, a near deafening alarm blared out all over the city's countless loudspeakers. How... strange, Amelia thought that the higher ups were overreacting... That was until she overheard something from one of the TRS hunter's earphones ...sewers... 40 seconds... WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION?!
Immediately, Amelia saw through the bluff as instead of detecting the scent of a nuclear threat, it was the same sulphrous compounds with a mixture of the same components used for flashbangs concentrated in one location... It was too late to report her findings by then...
The Hunters started running amidst the raucous noise of the nuclear threat alarm, frantically shouting for others to clear the area ASAP. Meanwhile, Amelia alone stood against the current of hunters, police and civilians dashing desperately for the exit. Rubbing her fingers against her forehead while donning a sardonic grin, she uttered in exasperation, "Yae got tae be fockin' kiddin' me....". Whoever this "Mackenzie" was, they were bonkers for even giving others the idea that they might be capable of generating such weapons. Before too long, the scent of the makeshift compounds faded, along with any chances of them capturing the suspects, for now that is.
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