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Almost running right in to the two, Issac freezes. It was a very... strange feeling being surprised by two Chaos people, even if they were technically now on the same team. He couldn't help the fight or [i fight] feeling in his chest or how his heart rate increased. He huffs out a breath and bends over, grabbing his knees. [b “You guys scared the crap out of me.”] He mostly said to himself, but looks up when inquired about his lip. He frowns a little bit at that but Belladonna beat him to the punch.
[b “It was, uh, Order. Could sense Chaos over long distances and had apparently been stalking you guys for a bit. He's...”] Issac glances in Irina's direction and then back at the alleyway. He just killed someone and didn't feel much. He chocked it up to Order doing stuff to their mind, but what would Irina think about him now? It was a war after all, but that didn't really mean much did it? Issac was never a violent person, but here he was, had his first fight earlier tonight and no his first kill. [b “Not going to be a problem anymore. He wanted to ambush you guys with me.”]
He felt like he was forgetting something, but Belladonna was right, they needed to get out of here before any attention was drawn, but where? And that's when it struck him. [b “Oh, right, so.”] He wraps his arms around both of their shoulders and begins walking them in the opposite direction before speaking again. He knew Belladonna would want to rip him apart, because he wanted to do the same, but this was the best and quickest way to get them away from the scene and so he could talk to them at the same time. [b I found this... Device.”] He flicks it in to his hand and a map shows up again. [b “I think if we can figure out how to use this technology it'll be hugely useful to us. A few streets down there's an industrial sector of the city, and there will no doubt be abandoned warehouses or storage facilities we can hole up in. I think right this second finding somewhere to hang our hats takes priority. Tomorrow we can go along with our plan. Any objections or better ideas?”]
Belladonna took the lead down the street. She figured backtracking a bit would be better than pushing forward farther into this Alder guy’s turf. She thought being reasonably close to the train stop wouldn’t be a terrible idea, since it could make for a quick getaway if they needed to. But too close might make it too easy to track them down. So many choices, she had to pick a side street to go down soon.
She kept walking slowly until she heard something. It sounded like something hitting the ground somewhere ahead of them. Had to be one of the alleys or side streets since the main street was pretty clear.
Irina heard it too, and the two silently exchanged a look. It could be nothing, but being cautious was smart. They needed to check, so they approached slowly. Belladonna peeked down the first street she saw. It was all clear, no sign of anything odd. They were about to continued to check the next one when Issac stepped out from it and onto the street. Irina let go of Belladonna’s hand and walked over at a quick pace,[#a31200 “What happened? Your lip…”]
Irina reached for his face, worried he might be hurt worse than she could see, but Belladonna came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, making her hesitate and then lower her hand. Belladonna looked him up and down,[+purple “Looks like you had fun while we were gone. I take it you took care of it? Order or Chaos? If it’s done we better go before more ‘friends’ show up.”]
Belladonna was also looking behind him, like she was worried whoever it was might still be lurking around. She was on edge in a way Irina just wasn’t, some of that was Issac’s presence. Seeing him made her just want to fight, while Irina was obviously not having that reaction to Issac.
They came to blows again, and this guy wasn't anything to sneeze at. In his day to day life he must've been used to fighting and if it wasn't for Issac's sort of... 'Intuitive combat aptitude' power, he would've been man handled by this guy. So far he didn't let the knife touch him, but its come close a few times already. However, the hardest part of this seemed to be trying to call forth the killer instinct to deal with this guy, and he could tell the man was having the same difficulties. This felt more like sparring than it did a fight to the death.
“You know we can take the two of them.” The man says when there's a lull in the fight. The two circle around each other like sharks, peering in to each others eyes and waiting for a moment of weakness. Issac's stance adapted to the fight and he already felt like he knew what to do. It was only a matter of time before Issac would take this guy down. They circle again and something like recognition dawns on the mans face. “They're controlling you, aren't they?”
[b “They aren't.”] He tells him. Absurd.
“That's exactly what someone who was being controlled would say!” And he breaks off in to a sprint towards Issac. He holds his position to defend, but at the very last second, the man jumps over Issac's head and to the edge of the roof. He turns to look at Issac. “I'll break the spell, don't worry!” And he leaps to the next roof.
[i Shit!] And Issac sprints, leaping over the edge as well, landing on the next and slightly lower roof in a roll. The guy jumps to the next and so does Issac, this time hes able to gain on him, and quickly jumps and tackles the man at leg level. They both go down in a tangle of limbs, but his opponent recovers quicker, kicking Issac in the face as he got to his feet. It disorientated him and split his lip, but he quickly gets to his feet as well, watching as the man makes another break for the edge of the roof.
On the wall was a piece of pipe and Issac rips it off, charging it with his power, and just as the man jumped, he threw it like a spear. The man was midair but he heard the loud [i snap!] of his spine and watched as he plummeted out of view. Issac quickly runs over to the edge, glancing in to the alley below to see the man face down and spread eagle on the ground, blood beginning to pool around him. And what a strange feeling he now had... well, not exactly. More like the absence of feelings. Looking over the edge at the corpse did just about as much as looking at a bug he just stepped on. Except he felt a sense of vindication about slaying someone threatening his team... Despite the kind of backwards feelings he got when he thought about them being Chaos. He shakes his head. What a day.
He descends down carefully and cautiously approaches the motionless body. He takes a knee beside the man and presses two fingers to his neck. Yup; didn't get any deader than that. He then began patting him down and searching his pockets. He didn't have a wallet or anything, as one would imagine in this situation, but it was worth checking. He had the long knife from earlier on him, some strange small metal shapes, and what appeared to be a cell phone sized translucent piece of glass with light metal filigree at each edge. He taps it speculatively and the screen moves like water before displaying what appeared to be a map.
[b “Good find.”] Issac says to himself before he scrolls it a little more to see more of the streets. They'd have to familiarize themselves with this; knowing the area would be a great advantage to them. Not to mention now they could use this to find somewhere to rest. He pockets the strange map and conceals the knife before stepping out on to the street again.
He made sure to remain vigilant since they were near both Chaos and Order territories, and his little rooftop battle probably would garner some attention. It was probably best they got out of here or they did whatever it was that they wanted to do quicker.
Irina turned her head to watch Issac leave, until she lost sight of him. She understood why it would be better for him to stay out of sight until they were sure it was safe, she didn’t like him being out of sight. She would rather be sure with her own eyes that he was alright.
Belladonna gave her hand a squeeze,[+purple “Come on, we’ll just take a quick look. Maybe get some food, too. Need to make sure this isn’t actually that guy’s turf.”]
Irina nodded and let Belladonna take the lead down the street. It wasn’t too busy, but this was one of the main streets of the area. A few restaurants were still open, and Belladonna led them into one a little farther down the street. This one was nearly empty.
Belladonna went up to the counter and leaned against it, she acted nonchalant and asked in a casual way,[+purple “So, you look like a guy who knows stuff. Tell me what’s going on around here, who’s in charge?”]
The man behind the counter was balding and nervous looking. Belladonna was smiling slightly, but there was a coldness in her eyes. He looked to Irina briefly, seeing her standing close to Belladonna. His gaze lingered on the cut on her arm long enough for Belladonna to shift closer impatiently. The movement got his attention again and he stammered out sounding confused,”I-in charge?”
Belladonna sighed and looked at her nails like she was examining a manicure,[+purple “Yes, in charge. Who do you pay your protection money to? Can you guess who we are? Answer, or your protection money isn’t going to be worth shit.”]
He didn’t need three guesses to figure out who the two women were. Their attitude and maybe some survival instinct told him. He wiped his hands on his apron, clearly a bundle of nerves. He wanted them out of his shop as soon as possible,”His name is Alder. I… I’m not sure where he is. He’s new. His people come and I pay, that’s all I know. I paid yesterday.”
Belladonna rolled her eyes,[+purple “Not a lot of help, but it’ll do. At least make us some food, make it fast. Enough for three. Then we’re gone.”]
Irina was looking at Belladonna. Once the man had hurried back into the kitchen Irina asked Belladonna quietly,[#a31200 “Food? We can’t pay.”]
Belladonna put an arm around Irina with a grin,[+purple “Yep, but he’ll give it to us anyway. Listen, I’m worried this Alder guy might be [i that] guy, so we should keep a low profile tonight and find a different spot tomorrow night.”]
Irina nodded, not entirely sure about taking the food, but she had no better ideas herself. Belladonna had been here longer, even if it wasn’t much longer. Belladonna started to raid the cooler with bottled drinks, and after picking out about half a dozen reached behind the counter for a bag and dumped them in. She handed the bag off to Irina. Irina took a peek into the bag, but stopped when the man came back.
He had several boxes of food that he put into a bag in a hurry. Irina took a look at the menu while he dumped utensils in. Looked like this place mostly served noodles of some kind. Hopefully it wasn’t too weird. While Belladonna took the food Irina tried to smile in a more friendly way,[#a31200 “Thank you.”]
The man mad a shooing motion with his hands. Irina thought he looked kind of scared,”I don’t want trouble.”
It was pretty clear he didn’t want them around. Belladonna took Irina’s hand and headed out of the restaurant,[+purple “Awesome. This is a start. Let’s find a good place to hunker down safely. Iri, you sure we don’t want to ditch your Order buddy?”]
Belladonna nudged Irina in a friendly way, playing it off like she was joking. Irina gave her a half smile,[#a31200 “Not a chance. We should meet up with him.”]
[+purple “Soon. Yeah. Not yet, we should scout out a bit more.”]
That [i for now] made Issac's eyes narrow ever so slightly. He knew that Belladonna's loyalty came with strings attached, but she seemed pretty blunt about the fact that if there appeared to be a better offer for her, she'd happily take it up. It was almost ironic how she kept calling his own loyalty in to question, but instead of jumping on her statement and starting an argument or a fight, he took a small breath and moved on. However, Belladonna did pose a good point that it was important that they didn't run in to opposite factions since they could pick each other out. It'd be a little difficult, but for the most part he thought they could manage. Maybe they'd run in to more people who were willing to take their side... But that meant more liabilities and variables...
Once it seemed like they had a more solidified plan, they got out of the train, although Issac stumbled ever so slightly when Irina's hand came in to his. He clears his throat again. [b “Watch your step.”] He tells her, sluffing it off as if it was the low step off the train. He immediately felt mildly embarrassed and annoyed when Belladonna grabbed Irina's other hand. It seemed she was content with testing his patience, but both of them were Chaos, so it wasn't like he had to worry about her killing Irina if he turned his back. He had to worry about himself in that regard, and he was sure Belladonna felt the same way in her own case.
They walked a little bit in silence and Issac scanned the area. He was mostly keeping track of distinguishing features and committing wherever he went in to memory; one's own environment could be used to your advantage, especially with the power to pick things up and charge them with energy. Not to mention Irina's ranged abilities and Belladonna's flanking potential. Knowing the area for hit and run tactics was extremely important.
Issac was soon brought out of his thoughts when Belladonna started speaking and he tried not to grimace at her plan. It made sense but he didn't like it. If this guy was as dangerous as Belladonna said, then Issac being Order wouldn't do anything except put everyone in danger. There was no point in protesting, so Issac matched her smile and reluctantly let go of Irina's hand. [b “I'll take a look around. Be careful and don't roam too far.”] AKA 'stay where I can see you'. He lets the two walk and he walks in a different direction, towards an alleyway, slipping in quickly. He looks up the side of the building and in to the night sky. It was time to put this warrior body to the test.
He jumps, higher than he could, and probably higher than the world's best Olympic athlete, and grabs hold of pipes and bricks sticking out of the wall. His grip strength was incredible, and he ascended up like this was an easy wall at a rock climbing gym. He crests the top and rolls on to the roof making a quick sprint to the edge to look over on to the streets. Since it was night there was the minimum amount of people around and the streets and walkways were well lit. It wasn't hard to spot Irina and Belladonna walking. [i Still] holding hands. He makes an annoyed noise as he watches them, keeping an eye on their surroundings for them in case of an ambush. Maybe one of their next steps was finding something so they could communicate with each other over large distances.
“You see them too?” A voice comes from behind him and he swings around to view it. It was a man with a darker complexion similar to his and dark hair. He was looked older and had a few strange tattoos on his arms. However, looking at the man, he felt different than he did when around Belladonna. His eyes narrow. [i Order].
The man holds his hands up in defence and he joins Issac looking out towards the two girls. “I felt them a little bit ago, and I wasn't sure if I was going to do something or not. But with you here, I think we can.”
[b “'Felt'?”] Issac asks neither confirming nor denying his involvement.
“My power is long distance sensing. But I can only sense Chaos.” Dangerous to them. “You're the first Order guy I've run in to as a result. I've been able to kill two members of Chaos.” [i Very] dangerous. The man pulls out a long knife and looks out towards the street again. It was really hard to conjure up the will to attack this guy.
[b “I lost sight of them,”] Issac lied, peering out again. [b “Where are they?”] and when the man goes to point, he grabs him by the arm and throws him further on to the roof and away from the edge. He runs towards the man and kicks him squares in the jaw, sending him a few feet further back.
“So you're a traitor, eh?” The man says, wiping his mouth of blood. “You're definitely not tougher than the Chaos members.”
[b “Shut up.”] Issac says, getting in to some form of a fighting stance. [b “You've seen nothing yet.”]
Irina hadn’t realized what waiting for both sides to thin out would mean yet, except better and better odds for them all to stay alive as the others trying to kill them got killed off. She had taken another look at her arm. It was looking better, but still hurt. She noticed a long pause and looked at Issac in time for him to clear his throat. Had she imagined the look on his face just then, right before that? It was hard to tell since he was looking out the window now. She wondered, did he feel the same way? Was that what was keeping him from trying to kill her, or was it just the fact that she was a familiar face? Would he be doing the same for anyone else from the hospital?
Belladonna hadn’t missed it. Irina was going to be Issac’s priority. She knew that if he had to pick between her and Irina, Irina would come first. Fine, he wasn’t going to be Belladonna’s first pick either. The doors opened and Belladonna narrowed her eyes at Issac. It almost looked like he half expected her to leave. She moved closer to Irina,[+purple “Not a bad plan. I like my odds better with you two, at least for now. It should work, as long as [i you] don’t run into any other Chaos members and [i we] don’t run into any Order members. Normal people can’t seem to tell us apart.”]
Irina nodded in agreement,[#a31200 “I like your plan. Bella, do you know any unaffiliated gangs nearby?”]
The use of the nickname seemed to please Belladonna, though she didn’t show it much. The train was moving along again and Belladonna frowned out the window after a moment,[+purple “I know one we should avoid. We’ll want to get off soon. Next stop. A little after that is some other guys turf. Chaos, bit of a loner, but he’s strong from what I heard. People were talking about him, he basically totally took over a gang. Tossed the old leader through a wall. His area is practically on the edge of some Order streets, so we don’t want to get too close to that whole space. But… if we get just close enough, Order is more likely to notice that guy. He’s causing a bit of a stir.”]
[#a31200 “Alright, we’ll get off and take a look.”] Irina let go of her arm, which wasn’t bleeding anymore, and slipped her hand into Issac’s. The train was stopping again, and this time they walked off with the crowd. Belladonna had taken Irina’s other hand, Irina assumed to keep from getting separated, but really Belladonna was mostly just feeling a bit possessive and protective of Irina. She didn’t especially like how close she was with Issac, it seemed dangerous like playing with fire.
[+purple “So, I was thinking Iri and I could take a look ahead. You know, without you. Just in case there’s one of our friends who doesn’t like you hanging around.”] Walking it was harder to keep quiet enough so people wouldn’t hear, but Belladonna just avoided key phrases and gave Issac a smiling look that wasn’t very kind. Feigning a more friendly relationship than what they had.
That was some useful information that Belladonna had shared with them, and he smirks slightly when she comments she hadn't expected him to look at crime. The way he saw it, he wasn't Order and Irina wasn't Chaos; they were just part of this war and they had to do what they could to defend themselves. Issac didn't even think past just defending themselves and winning for a wish. They'd have to have more muscle than the three of them, and he still didn't know how many people each side had. And after the beating they took from only three Order guys, they'd have to be way more careful. The three of them got lucky, and from then on they'd have to make due without luck.
However, now they had to do what Belladonna had said, and what Issac was going to recommend. [b “Finding a gang that isn't already affiliated with Chaos is important. We can't let them even think about stabbing us in the back and turning us over.”] But how the hell would they do that? He thought about it while he kept talking. [b “Then after we get a gang under our thumb, maybe we can get more. And then getting one of those [i highfalutin mucky mucks] to work with us will be our next step. I think for the moment its important that we don't get involved in the war, wait for both sides to thin themselves out, and then we can do something about it.”]
But then a question popped in his head, and he was sure it hung between the three of them as well: what happened if the three of them were the last ones standing? He looks at Irina at his side and frowns. They had only formally met hours ago, but he could feel a strong bond with her that kept his killing instincts in check. A strange feeling that felt like something between Order and Chaos, but he couldn't put it in to words. Looking at her now, he suddenly knew what his wish would be.
Realizing the longing look in his eyes and the extended period of time he was staring at Irina, he clears his throat and looks out of the train and out in to the night. There were two moons that hung in the sky above this planet, and he did his best to look pensive. [b “I think we should masquerade as Chaos when we talk to the gang. They have no way of knowing any different, and if they think they're already working with Chaos they won't turn us over to Chaos. Then we do the opposite for the rich folks. Sounds good?”] He asks just as the train stops and the doors open. He looks to Belladonna to see if she was in agreement or if she was gonna walk.
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The stone was cold under her haunches and she basked in the moonlight funnelling through the small ornate hole in the ceiling. She was mediating. Feeling. [i Listening.]
And that's when she heard it. The faint echo that called to them. The echo of purpose lost long ago but not forgotten. Immediately she's to her feet, the cold sensation now on her bare soles. She was in a stone room that was bare, and like the room, she too had no adornments.
The metallic door behind her slid open almost silently on hydraulic locks, and she didn't even have to turn to know who it was. They were the only ones in this place after all.
[+8A2BE2 “Do you ever knock, Zavier?”] She asks, turning on her heel to face the man. He was taller than her and had the musculature of a soldier. And just like a soldier he brandished a uniform, black and silver, much like her own, though stowed away for safe keeping. If he took in to account she was not wearing any clothes, he did not make it obvious.
[+808080 “Did you feel it?”] He asks, almost like he was out of breath. She smiles lightly at him and nods her head at the man. His face goes even and he nods back at her. [+808080 “Then its time for us to go.”]
Irina shook her head,[#a31200 “It’d be like stitches, almost. I could close it up, but it’d do more damage to the area around the cut.”]
She took a peek under her fingers. The cut was doing a lot better, the bleeding had slowed to nearly stopping, so she put her hand over it again and kept the pressure on. She’d heal fast enough.
Issac looking at her and smiling, saying they were a team, got her heart to flutter. It was probably for the best that he continued his conversation with Belladonna before Irina managed to embarrass herself, because she was blushing and Belladonna had glanced at her for a moment. Had she seen?
If she did, she didn’t give any indication. Nor did she jump to thank Issac for keeping her from becoming a pancake, she just shrugged and listened about his powers before the train stopped. His powers sounded crazy useful, so she was kind of glad to have him on her side. Well, Irina’s side apparently, but as long as Belladonna was on Irina’s side too it was the same thing.
It was easy to get lost in the crowds, and by the time they boarded another train people didn’t know who they were. Perfect, Order wouldn’t be able to track them easily either.
Belladonna didn’t like how he was herding them together. She had her nose wrinkled, like there was a foul smell. Irina didn’t really mind though, she just tucked herself against Issac’s side and kept an eye out for anyone taking an unusual interest in them.
There was a moment of hesitation when he asked what her powers were. Belladonna flexed her fingers. Damn, she wanted to dig them into him. He was so close too, one scratch and he’d be paralyzed within seconds. Flexing her fingers was all she did. If he was going to do tactics, he should probably know what she could do,[+purple “I secrete poison. Mostly it’s a paralytic, but I can change the effect if I want. Takes time to change it though, like a day, I mean about eight to twelve hours. I can collect it for later in like, bottles too, but it’s tedious. The default paralytic is pretty good though. Small doses work pretty fast to immobilize, large enough doses make your heart or lungs stop working.”]
If it was one on one, she just had to get one decent hit in and her opponent would be as good as dead. Once they stopped moving she could just waltz up and give them a deadly dose. Fighting a group on her own, she wouldn’t fare so well, but within a group herself she liked her odds better. Irina spoke up then, her attention mostly on Issac,[#a31200 “You can guess most of mine. I control blood, can make it into weapons. I can use any blood, but it has to be outside the body. Make our opponents bleed and I can use that. It’d be easier on me, really.”]
Belladonna nodded, interested in Irina’s power as well. She wondered if it would be possible to combine them, like give Irina a bottle of poison and let her mix it with the blood or dip it or whatever and poison at a distance. That sort of strategizing sounded like something for later, once they had a safe place. Instead she addressed Issac’s other question,[+purple “Crime, huh? Look at you, not what I’d expect from Order. I haven’t been here too long, but from what I gathered it’s like this. There’s some rich and influential people, they help out Order in exchange for favors. Keep [i their] streets squeaky clean, free of crime, all that good stuff. You find a nice street, you get the hell away because it’s Order turf. Chaos does favors for the local gangs the same way, though [i some] rich bastards will deal with Chaos all quiet like, if you can find them. Order won’t do their dirty work like assassinations, you know. We’re like hired muscle on steroids to them, and they generally don’t want to get on our bad side. So you rough some people up, collect some debts, or kill someone for them. Our best bet on finding out more and getting stuff fast is to find one of these gangs and try and make a deal with them.”]
Belladonna knew most of this from some chatty people at the run down apartment she’d crashed at. People got especially chatty when she’d threatened them, they knew they didn’t stand a chance against her. It seemed to be pretty universally understood around here that the Order and Chaos members were way out of the league of normal people here.
It was strange being in this situation with Belladonna. He's probably sat across someone like her on a train an uncountable number of times, but this was the first time he's ever looked at someone across from him and could think of different ways to kill them. Nine, to be specific. But she no doubt felt the same way about him but was intent on keeping her hands to herself. He'd happily do the same for now. They were just lucky Irina was here as the mediating force for now.
He does take what Belladonna has in to account, but when Irina points out she's bleeding, Issac looks at her and her wound. [b “You're both bleeding.”] He points out. [b “Is there a way you can use your powers to stop the bleeding? Or does it not work like that?”] He asks curiously. He'd help her if he could, but it looked like maybe the first order of business was for them to find a place to hole up and then get some medical supplies. It'd help them now and after future encounters. As it stood, they were all pretty lucky to have gotten out of there.
For the most part Issac was intent on sitting on the train in silence, checking up on Irina every once and a while to make sure she wasn't bleeding too much. It seemed Belladonna had a different idea, inquiring on what exactly Issac's powers were, as well as his loyalties. [b “Need I remind you I could've just let you die? If I hadn't have done something that monster would've rearranged you like a pretzel. You're welcome, by the way.”] He looks at Irina for a second and smiles. [b “We're a team, no matter what.”] There was more of a glow and calm shimmer when he talked to Irina, but it was probably because he surprisingly didn't want to kill her like he did Belladonna. Oh, and his crush on her. Probably helped too.
[b “As for my powers.”] He leans back in his seat, trying to think of the best way to put it. [b “I have two. One acts sort of as a sensory enhancement; I'm tactically more aware and it makes my reactions quicker, sharper, and more analytical. My other one is what you saw; I can charge things with potential energy so it packs a bigger punch.”] He looks at her fingernails and then back up to her face, and he does, their train stops and they exit. Like instructed earlier they got on to another train, this time people didn't part from them like they did before, and Issac waited until the train began before he spoke. He made sure they were all relatively close to each other, and at this distance it was hard to maintain being civil. [b “What do you have? You have to have more than just tastefully manicured fingernails.”] He most wanted to know so they could strategize. Irina had long range, Issac was mid to close range, and it seemed Belladonna was close range, better used for flanking. At this point he already thought of how he wanted to counter the trio they had fought earlier if they ran in to each other again.
[i When.] He reminded himself. [i When] they run in to them again. This was a war after all... Speaking of. [b “What's the local crime beat like? Do you know of anything running underground or will we have to find that out ourselves? We should look in to getting some hardware.”]
[+purple “No kidding.”] Belladonna agreed that was shit, and took a seat as well across from him. She was more used to the wide berth people gave once they realized who and what she was. None of them wanted to get caught in the middle of a fight between super-powered freaks.
It was pretty clear what they were because Irina still had a couple of red, crystalized spikes floating next to her, and what looked like a bubble full of blood floating as well. Irina took the seat next to Issac and pressed her hand against the cut while he talked. She just muttered under her breath a few cuss words while she tried to stop the bleeding.
Belladonna snorted a laugh,[+purple “I’m here and not at your throat, right? Teaming up is our best bet now, even if it’s with you. No offense.”]
To some extent she couldn’t help the urge to choke him, but she was keeping her arms crossed and clearly intended to behave. [+purple “My hideout is done for, so we need to figure something else out. I haven’t had time to set up more, unfortunately. We’ll want to be settled in by dawn, well, you’ll want to if you have anything important waiting back wherever you’re from. Order tends to take their other lives pretty seriously, so we’ll be fairly safe during the day as long as they can’t easily find us.”]
Irina looked up from her arm to Belladonna. It was a lot more obvious now that they weren’t running,[#a31200 “You’re bleeding. Take care of it.”]
Belladonna shrugged,[+purple “Not a big deal. Just a scratch. You better put those away if we want to hide.”]
Irina leaned against Issac with a sigh, her head against his shoulder,[#a31200 “Away where? I don’t have pockets for this stuff, and I can’t just put it [i back].”]
Belladonna looked a little suspiciously at Issac for a split second, then gave a crooked smile to Irina and patted her coat pocket,[+purple “Fine, use mine if you wanna keep them so bad. We’ll get you a coat or something too. Pockets and bags are really useful. In a couple of stops we’ll hit a hub, we get off there and take another train, okay? Harder to figure out which train we took which direction at a big station like that.”]
Belladonna had a plan, at least for the short term. It also gave them a little more time to relax before their stop. Irina solidified the sphere of blood into a third spike and sent them both floating over to Belladonna, who stashed them in her oversized coat pockets. It barely worked, but the spikes weren’t visible anymore. Belladonna looked at Issac, more coldly than she’d looked at Irina, but kept it what she thought was reasonably polite,[+purple “So, what’s your power, exactly? Looked pretty good. And are you really just going to turn on your own like that, no second thoughts about stabbing us in the back? Iri, you sure you should be all comfortable like that, he might turn on you.”]
It wasn’t clear if Belladonna was teasing or not. From her tone she could have been, but the way she was looking at Issac she seemed more serious. Equal parts that itching to fight him and testing him to see if he’d lash out at them first.
Belladonna had the right idea when she continued to run for her life. Issac followed suit, grabbing Irina's hand or wrist or whatever to make sure they didn't get separated. The advantage of hauling ass with Belladonna was the fact that she knew where she was going, or at least it appeared that way. She took what seemed like an odd route, but it was probably more than likely so they could lose their pursuers. It looked like it worked too, Issac looking back occasionally to see if they were being pursued and he didn't see a giant monster or anyone hurling light spears at them. So it seemed like they were in the clear. For now at least. There was no telling what else they might run in to in the near future.
Once they reached the train platform, Issac hopped over the turnstiles and joined Belladonna on to the train, watching and waiting until the doors closed and the train began to move. He lets out a breathe didn't know he was holding and then looks between the women he was with. [b “Well that was shitty.”] He points out and then sits down on one of the seats. It seemed everyone who was on the train gave them space like they had some kind of plague. Issac didn't mind. The space felt necessary. [b “I think what's important for now is to get somewhere where we can stay out of sight and get some rest. Now there's three of us it'd be a good idea to strategize so no one gets the drop on us again.”] He crosses his arms and then grins slightly. [b “I definitely think we could've taken those guys if they hadn't hit us with a surprise attack. But we have to work together if we're gonna be able to do that.”] He looks up at Belladonna.
In all of this, Issac was the variable. Irina and Belladonna were both Chaos, so they would both be pursued by Order, but Issac was Order, and now an enemy of both factions. At this point he didn't care about fighting or getting his wishes granted, all he cared about was his survival and that of Irina. At the moment he didn't much care for Belladonna or her survival, but in a funny turn of events, she seemed to be one of the only reasonable on this godforsaken planet. She was just out for herself, but he figured him and Irina might be able to turn that around if they agreed to an alliance. It upped their chances of survival by a factor of three, and if they could find more people who are able to fight past their ingrain instincts to kill others in the other faction, then perhaps they can build together a sort of team. It seemed unlikely, but there were already three of them here right now, so nothing was impossible. [b “You think you can manage that, Belladonna? Or do you like your chances by yourself?”]
Irina watched Belladonna, hoping the attack would work but also wondering if the nails would be tough enough to get through the creatures skin. It wasn’t enough, and Belladonna cursed, looking to get out of the way, but might not make it in time. Only Issac’s attack bought her enough time to make a mad dash toward him and Irina.
Belladonna didn’t need to be told twice, she didn’t even slow down and instead hurried out onto the nearest main street and made a hard left. Irina was a little slower, even after seeing the spear. She almost had that thing. The pair of spikes remained floating near her as she turned and ran, staying closer to Issac than Belladonna. If she had to pick one, she knew which one she was going to stick with if they got seperated.
Belladonna seemed to know her way around the city pretty well. This section of it, anyway. She pushed past people to get down streets and took seemingly random turns in an attempt to keep Order from being able to follow them too easily. Finally she got to what she was looking for, in a roundabout route, she got to some train station. The stairs went up to a railway above the street. She just jumped over what seemed to be a set of gates you needed a ticket or something to open, and rushed right onto the platform and onto the train that was stopped there. A few people were offended and glared, but no one was there to actually stop her. Once she was on the train she finally looked to see if Irina and Issac had made it too.
With the two of them Issac was convinced they could eventually defeat this monster, but when Belladonna showed up things changed. It meant that the other guys—more so the spear guy—weren't distracted anymore. The light constructs were definitely so far the most dangerous thing they had to deal with since it was distance and the energy conjured so far didn't seem to have a limit. Irina would be the only one who could contend with him, but she had limited ammo. And her ammunition played for keeps.
However, it seemed Belladonna was going in for a sneak attack with her claws and when she swiped. [b “Shit.”] Her nails glanced off of the monster's hardened skin. And again, everything went a little in slow motion. He watches as the creature begins turning its head, already chambering one of its massive arms for a strike. In that moment, reflexively, Issac scoops up a handful of rubble and it immediately begins glowing and he tosses them. He wasn't able to load them with too much potential energy, but there was a lot of them and when they struck the creature, it turtled a little, the impact force being enough to at least keep it busy for a split second. And in the split second, Issac already got a hold of a trashcan lid, it began glowing and then glowing intensely. Tosses it like Captain America might his shield, and the lid hits the creature with enough force to send it back in to the trash pile.
[b “Follow us! We need to regroup!”] And just as he says that, one of the energy spears shoots through one of the windows, Issac narrowly dodging it. [b “Run!”]
Her power actually worked. Irina was a little surprised even though she already knew it would. The trouble was that this damn thing didn’t [i bleed]. She’d hit it, but it wasn’t bleeding profusely like she expected something more human would.
That was a problem because it meant she couldn’t use its blood, she’d have to keep using her own. She was still bleeding, as the blood ran down her arm it started pooling in the air near her hand. What little the creature bled she drew towards herself as well. Irina was about to try another attack when it roared and Issac made his move. She almost lost focus and let the shifting sphere of blood drop, but she kept it in place. Damn, that was impressive. [#a31200 “Wow, look at you.”]
It bought them a little time. That thing was trying to get out of the trash. Irina used the blood she had collected, most of it floating up and forming into a pair of spikes about as long as her forearm. They were sort of thin, but crystalized like before so they’d be pretty hard. That desire to kill this thing was strong, and Irina wasn’t trying to fight that urge. Not if that thing was willing to kill Issac too.
Belladonna wasn’t going to let her chance to escape slip by. When he turned she darted for the door and shot down the stairs without looking back. That was a huge dose of her poison, so even without him getting all of it that guy was going to be out of commission for a while. Or she hoped so anyway.
That still left the guy with the spears. Belladonna had her hand firmly on her hip. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it hurt like hell. She felt the blood seeping into the fabric around the wound. She had to get Irina and get her the hell out of here, unless it looked like they could actually win.
She ran out of the building and saw where the other fight was taking place. Irina and the not-so-bad Order guy Issac standing together, and something she vaguely recognized as some Order goon climbing out of a pile of garbage. If she had to guess it was pissed. Pissed and distracted by those two. She doubted she would get a better opportunity, and went in to try and scratch it before it noticed her.
Despite the situation Issac couldn't help his little heart skip when Irina said they were in this together. All he could do was nod at it in acknowledgement before the rest of their Hell broke loose. With the monster charging them and no idea what powers it might have, it held an advantage, especially with its size. But the two of them outnumbered the monster, and despite not wanting to separate, dividing and conquering was probably their best. But it was most likely that his passive power was telling him that.
Issac dodged out of the way, splitting off of Irina and rolling toward some rubble. There was rebar sticking out of it and Issac immediately pulled it out of the concrete with his strength. It was the size of a truncheon, weighted improperly at the back, and with a slight bend in the centre. It was a marvel he thought like this now. If he didn't have these powers it would just like like a metal stick to him. Everything was now a weapon... No... [i He] was the weapon.
Turning back around quickly, Issac saw Irina cut herself, and his mind was about to wonder why when suddenly the blood suspended itself in the air. And it seemed the second it turned to spike, the world slowed down a little bit. He watched them crystallize and harden in to spikes, and then followed them with his eyes as they went and struck their monster opponent. He was getting ready to charge again, but it seemed the spikes were enough to make him rethink that, as he moved to avoid it. They struck him in the shoulder and pectoral, perforating his thick hide like it was made out of wrapping paper, and the force caused him to stagger back a bit and jerk like he was shot by a gun. Everyone must've been astounded because it took a moment for a reaction. It roared at the both of them in anger, and suddenly... Did it muscles just get slightly bigger?
[i It doesn't matter.] And the rebar Issac was holding suddenly glows blue and he whips it. And honestly, despite having to compensate for weight and abnormalities, because of his passive powers, its like he's done this a million times. The rebar went through the air like a spear and struck the creature in the chest, and the second it made contact, the rebar stopped glowing, the energy within it transferring upon impact and slamming the monster back like he was hit by a jackhammer rather than a piece of metal. Holy shit, super powers were awesome!
Issac immediately makes his way to Irina while the monster howled and roared, picking itself up out of a trash pile. It looked like they weren't exactly done yet, but he didn't know how long they could keep this up... Well, as long as Issac had stuff to throw or hit the monster with he was fine, but Irina was using her own blood. He didn't know how sustainable that was, and he didn't know how long it would take until the other two showed up to back up their ally. Hopefully Belladonna would give them a run for their money.
It seemed this woman was much more nimble than she appeared... But that seemed to be the case with everyone here, even Talion. Already a warrior from the world he hailed from, he found his body here was much more capable than his body back home. It was a wonder that he was picked for Order, but it seemed Chaos liked to pick misfits and imbue them with destructive powers. Talion's powers were meant to be defensive, shields being employed much easier than these spears, but he preferred to go back to his roots when in battle.
It seemed this woman was desperate, grabbing on to whatever and throwing it their way in hopes it would do something. For the most part it didn't, but that was until the bottle came their way. Again, Talion swiftly avoided it, but it either struck Bran or he went to block it. Either way, when Talion was going to go in for the kill, he hard a [i thud] behind him and turned to see Bran laying on the floor, limbs stiff. It seemed this distraction was enough for the woman to get away, because when he looked back she wasn't there anymore. But she didn't have far to run.
[+blue “Bran, get up.”] Talion says and the man's eyes move and his mouth squirms a little bit. Talion's eyes narrow. [+blue “A paralytic poison. We can deal with that.”]
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