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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.”]
[#a31200 “Alright.”] If Issac was leaving, Irina wanted to go with him. She followed his lead, glad to get out of there. Still, she kept her knife out and her ears alert for anyone following. No one seemed to be following, but just as she relaxed there was a huge thud of something, or rather someone, huge landing on the pavement.
[#a31200 “Shit.”] Irina muttered, taking a step back. That thing was huge and had too many arms. This wasn’t going to be an easy fight, and Irina didn’t plan on leaving it all to Issac. She didn’t want him getting hurt. [#a31200 “I’m not going to abandon you. We’re in this together.”]
That meant she had to use her power, and use it now. There was no waiting for a better opportunity, she’d have to create one. This was going to suck. There wasn’t time though, the thing was charging at them and she didn’t have time to do anything but dodge out of the way and try to get some space between her and it. She scrambled to get farther away, then turned to face it. It was now or never.
Irina cursed as she cut her arm with the knife, on the inner side a little below the elbow. She was right, it hurt like a bitch, but she’d cut deep enough to bleed and that was what she needed. The blood didn’t hit the ground, instead the drops remained suspended in air as she watched them. She knew how it worked, but seeing it happen and controlling it was a different thing. She didn’t have time to marvel over it.
The blood floated out in front of her, shaping itself into over a dozen little spikes which seemed to crystalize into something harder before she sent them flying toward the four-armed Order beast.
Belladonna was so close to getting within range. Only to realize too late that they weren’t moving to fight back or block her until one of them [i did]. She hit the wall and it knocked the air out of her. All sorts of junk cluttered the space. The apartment was trashed, but it wasn’t like she could stay here anymore anyway. Belladonna noticed that Irina and Issac were gone, along with one of the Order members that had busted in. She didn’t have much time to mull that over, she barely had time to get out of the way of the first spear coming at her. She stumbled away, and tried throwing what she could at them. Some hunks of what must be parts of electronics, various tools, and the jackpot. She found a little bottle of her own poison from when she’d been experimenting a bit, and threw that at the one that had blasted her back against the wall.
Taking the time to aim took up time she needed to dodge. The next spear clipped her hip and she went down. [+purple “Son of a bitch.”]
It didn’t keep her from continuing to move and dodge, but it did slow her down. She knew she needed to get away. Hopefully get to Irina and hope the two of them were a decent enough team to survive.
Issac wasn't exactly in any hurry to help Belladonna. It might be because she was Chaos and it might be because he simply didn't like her. But even so, she was at a clear disadvantage against three people, her bag-lady finger nails being a little subpar compared to that of someone who could create hard light constructs. Not to mention they didn't know the other two's powers as of yet either, and despite being on the same team, Issac didn't exactly want to stick around to find out. He had a feeling these guys weren't exactly much for talking.
[b “I'm not going to hurt you either and I'm not going to let you die.”] Issac told her. They had to plan something out, but they didn't have time to strategize with the fight in the room, and he still wasn't sure if he even wanted to be on anyone's team yet. Well, except for Irina, but it seemed she wasn't exactly sure what to do either in this situation. He needed a moment to assess and a better look for some of his powers to work, but it was clear they wouldn't be afforded that. [b “I'm going to elect this isn't our fight for the moment. You and I need to worry about ourselves. I also need a minute for my powers to work properly.”] And without another word, he takes Irina by the bicep and leads them quickly back out of the apartment.
[i However], it seemed they wouldn't be getting very far. The hulking creature that had been part of the three landed on the pavement behind them and let out a small roar. Now that there was no debris and darkness, he could see it properly. It was well over seven feet tall, had four arms, and a face of something reptilian. Clearly wherever Order had picked this guy up it wasn't from Earth. But that didn't matter, now that he could see it, it made all the difference for Issac.
[b “Stay behind me, Irina... Or help, you know, if you'd like.”] Issac wasn't exactly keen on throwing hands with something twice as big as him and with twice as many limbs, so any help was really welcome.
“Are you not Order? Kill your enemy!” It voice growled out to Issac and he shrugged.
[b “I'm me and she isn't my enemy. As far as I'm concern, [i you] are my enemy.”]
“Then I shall treat you both as such. Prepare to die.” And the beast charges them.
The teapot was swiftly avoided and Talion smirks at the Chaos woman advancing. Even with Ryda having left, there was still him and Bran. The woman didn't hold a prayer against them. For the moment he lets her advance, keeping an eye on her clawed fingers. Once shes a safe but close distance away, he ducks, Bran's hand where his head used to be and a repelling force of gravity emits from his hand, sending the woman and most of the contents of the room to the far wall. They could do this all day.
More light constructs appear in the shapes of spears around Talion and one by one they begin hurtling through the air at the woman.
Belladonna was looking a bit like she’d bitten a particularly sour lemon. Irina was spared from trying to get between the two of them again by the sudden intrusion. Just when Irina was hoping things might calm down and she could drink some tea. The wall exploding threw her a bit off balance and she held onto Issac. His arm was pretty solid, strong… this really wasn’t the time. It was still better than wanting to slit his throat, which seemed to be the alternative. She saw the three intruders and immediately wanted to take them down, except Issac was here and it made her hold back.
Belladonna swore furiously. Order found her, and her wall was [i gone]. Part of it anyway. She dodged the spear, diving to the ground and rolling. It was a little clumsy, but she managed to bounce up pretty quickly. The spear hit the table and sent things scattering. She grabbed the teapot and hurled it at the intruders,[+purple “Not going to happen.”]
Belladonna was going to need to get in closer to do any real damage. Her nails were only an inch or so long. The really dangerous part wasn’t the scratching itself, but the fact that they were poisonous. She could control the strength somewhat, and the effect. If she could get in close she planned to dose them with a paralytic. Any warriors were tougher than normal people, so it’d take more than one or two scratches to be lethal, but even small scratches were effective as she’d learned in her last fight.
Irina was still holding the knife. It wasn’t going to do a lot on its own, but it was a start until she could use her power. She unsheathed it, tucking the sheath away in a pocket. She wasn’t moving like she was going to attack, more like defend. She felt surprisingly calm, something she assumed was another little gift from Chaos. She inched closer to Issac, angling a little so they were not quite back to back, but getting there,[#a31200 “Issac, I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t hurt you. But I’m not dying here.”]
Well, Order or whatever that disembodied voice was [i did] say they would have to fight, so there was no surprise there. Belladonna's observation about them not being placed to far a part made sense as well, and it'd make it more likely for them to come in to contact. Although, Issac was put off again by the Chaos woman's cavalier attitude, acting like civilians being in the line of fire was a nuisance rather than a tragic loss of life in a war that didn't belong to them... And... And...
GOD, did he want to kill her so badly. Luckily for her Irina was here as Issac's sobering presence and once they were closer he felt his urge to do some repainting subside. Not to mention the request to wear red the next day sort of threw him for a second, but he was sure he knew what she meant and he nods in affirmation. [b “Got it.”] He tells her.
Again though, it seemed his patience were going to be worn thin by Belladonna some more as she appeared again and began talking. It seemed she was intent of speaking for the two of them and making decisions for Issac. [b “I'm not anyone's bargaining chip, Belladonna. I'm standing here and you're still alive because we've chosen so, not because you have an actual choice in the matter. So you can quit acting like you're in control because that something that's very fleeting.”] It was kind of like the rage was being poured on from somewhere else. [b “Remember, there's only one of you, and two of us.”]
And it seemed just as he said that, the wall facing the outside blew open, the force of the explosion enough to rock the foundation and knock everyone off balance. [+blue “Four now.”] A voice says through the dust and rubble. Once enough light could be seen through the debris, Issac saw three figures standing in the blast point. Two of them were human shaped, and one of them looked like a hulking monster. [+blue “We're here for our ally and for your lives.”] Oh shit, they were Order. And before Issac could say anything, a spear made of pure light sheared through the darkness towards Belladonna.
Belladonna made sure the door was shut behind them all then went to the mess of a kitchen,[+purple “Tea? And yeah, that’s more or less the idea. Everything else like strategizing or teaming up is [i technically] optional, but everyone seems to do it. Order members like to avoid too much collateral damage, you know, civilian deaths and stuff. I did run into a bit of trouble not long after I got here. An Order guy, would have killed him if his buddies hadn’t shown up. I got away while they licked their wounds. They weren’t in any shape to chase me. I get the feeling they want us to fight, so they don’t drop us [i too] far apart.”]
She hadn’t even waited for an answer before she started getting down a kettle, filling it with water, and putting it on some sort of portable stove top that was plugged in and sitting on the counter while she talked. No oven at all in the kitchen, it was counters, cupboards, shelves, and a fridge that at one time must have been pretty sleek, but the screen on the outside was cracked and it was showing its age.
Irina nodded,[#a31200 “Tea would be good.”] Since Belladonna was going to make it anyway. Irina had one thing she wanted to tell Issac and not have Belladonna poking her nose in. With the other girl across the room and busy making tea it seemed like a good enough time. Irina leaned in to whisper in Issac’s ear, which got her heart pounding like crazy with a combination of infatuation and that new desire to kill him that she couldn’t entirely push away. It was an odd sort of rush, but she was glad the infatuation seemed to be winning,[#a31200 “I’ll wear red tomorrow, so you know it’s real. You wear some red too, okay?”]
Somehow the idea that they would wake up in their own beds seemed right. It was another thing about this she just seemed to know. Even knowing that, she wanted the reassurance that this was real, and needed to know [i this] Issac was the same one from work. Which was a bit of a silly concern, but it was a worry that scratched at the back of her mind.
When she leaned away from Issac her face was red, and Belladonna was looking at her with one eyebrow raised. Irina didn’t give Belladonna a chance to say anything,[#a31200 “Am I the first Chaos member you’ve run into?”]
Belladonna sat down in a chair Irina hadn’t noticed until just then. It was part of the dining room, which was just a table and a couple of chairs against the wall and covered with more junk, mostly food and piles of papers,[+purple “Yeah, I’ve been laying low since the fight and gathering information. Looking for others, like you.”] She eyed Issac, still clearly suspicious of him,[+purple “Wasn’t expecting him as part of the deal. Still, beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, maybe he could be useful. Oh, one more thing. Catch.”]
Belladonna had rummaged through the junk on the table and found a knife, not a kitchen one something more like a combat knife complete with a sheath, and tossed it at Irina. Irina caught it pretty easily. Her reflexes were better here. She frowned and looked at Belladonna, then Issac, then back to Belladonna,[#a31200 “What do you mean ‘he could be useful’?”]
Belladonna tilted her head, considering Irina,[+purple “I thought you’d figured it out. Extra help in a fight, and Order won’t attack one of their own. Like us, we can be loners but we don’t attack our own. He could be a shield for us.”]
A week? Good thing he asked, although he was a little put off by Belladonna's cavalier attitude towards the authorities. It seemed like whatever bus they all arrived on didn't show up at the same time. That meant it was also likely there were people from Order around here as well, somewhere... Hopefully they would be easy to dissuade from violence, but he had a feeling Belladonna might be a special case. Things already seemed complicated and there was only the three of them so far... Well, this was a war after all.
[b “Yeah, if we run in to anyone else it'll probably turn in to a fight.”] Issac agrees. He was just lucky they had Belladonna outnumbered and that Irina was happy to be on his side. If things began differently, Issac would more than likely be in a more troublesome situation. And although it seemed like she was willing to work with them for the moment, he didn't take well to her constantly looking back at him and the tension she was creating. She was a lot more trigger happy than he was, but he couldn't help but feel it start to get to him. His newly acquired instincts that wanted him to kill Belladonna were blaring like sirens.
As they walked, Issac kept a fierce eye on the area, making mental notes on where they were. They were in a futuristic city, but it was built in the same fashion as the one's back home. The few alleys they went through kind of threw him off, but by the time they got to the decrepit looking apartment building, he felt like he knew how to get back if he needed it... They'd have to do a lot more exploring later, but that was probably going to be dangerous.
Once finally in to the messy apartment, Issac takes a cursory glance around before looking back to Belladonna. [b “Have you run in to trouble with Order or other Chaos members?”] He asks. He was wondering how spread a part they were and if this was the only time she might've run in to anyone. [b “How does this all work? We just find each other and murder each other?”] To be fair, even with Irina, he could feel the pull for murder anyways.
From one of the rooftops, he watches as the trio moves in to the apartment building. He had been stalking the purple haired woman for an hour now in hopes that she might lead them to more Chaos members. And in a sense, it had worked, but there was a strange variable thrown in to the mix.
“Is that one of our guys, Talion?” Bran asks. And Talion nods.
[+blue “I'm not sure if they have him hostage or not, but he seems to be cozy with that other Chaos member.”] He watches the build some more before turning back and looking at the two with him. Bran and Ryda. [+blue “In any case though, we have an ally in there and two enemies. Chaos is outnumbered.”]
“Then we go in, kill them, and take our guy back to base.”] Ryda inserts.
Talion grins a little bit. [+blue “Something like that.”]
With Issac’s question Belladonna looked at Irina before answering. The only reason she wasn’t attacking him was because Irina said not to, though her fingers still itched to fight. After a moment she decided to go ahead and keep talking, taking a more friendly approach. That was a lot easier to do looking at Irina, which she did, while also keeping alert for whatever Issac was doing,[+purple “I’ve been here… Oh, at least a week. Yeah, I’ve got a place, come on. We could totally take the cops, but it’d be a pain so we better hurry.”]
She hesitated before turning to lead them. She didn’t like the idea of turning her back on Issac, but with Irina there it seemed to reassure her. Irina followed behind, staying closer to Issac. Irina wanted to hold his hand or arm or something, but when she looked at him got too flustered to actually act on the impulse when her mind unhelpfully reminded her what he looked like wearing a lot less. Her cheeks flushed and instead she rubbed her arm like she was cold, even though she really wasn’t anymore. Things were a lot less chilly in clothes now, even if she hadn’t exactly bundled up. Some kind of pants she’d have called exercise pants or yoga pants and something like a t-shirt.
[#a31200 “Glad that went well. I somehow doubt everyone is going to be so easy to talk down.”] Irina said somewhat quietly to Issac. She looked at Belladonna, who seemed pretty focused on leading them. She took a couple of turns that led through alley shortcuts, and then into another alley that took them behind a building. Belladonna kept glancing back though, like she expected Issac to change his mind and attack.
Irina was disliking the tension, and tried to cut through it,[#a31200 “So it sounds like after a week you’ve pretty much got the hang of things.”]
Belladonna nodded,[+purple “Oh yeah. You either learn fast or you die. Works best if you have a partner or something.”]
Irina was guessing that Belladonna was hoping to partner with her, not Issac. Wanted it bad enough to make an uneasy peace with Issac for it. Belladonna led them inside the back door to the building, which was in pretty bad shape. Irina thought the building was probably abandoned since the halls were littered with trash and not all the units had doors anymore, but it was some sort of apartment building. Belladonna started up the stairs,[+purple “Have to use the back, the front is boarded up. Mine’s on the third floor.”]
The elevator was probably broken, since they had completely ignored it. Belladonna’s place had a door and even locks, when she had to open before letting them in. [+purple “Careful what you touch. Not everything is… safe.”]
Inside was the main room, which was crowded with shelves and old furniture. Everything was a bit of a disaster, like Belladonna hadn’t bothered to clean. Clothes strewn about, along with all sorts of pieces of devices and the kitchen had food, but was as messy as the rest of the place. There was a couch at least, mostly clear except for a few pillows and a couple of blankets.
The blazing cool calm that Issac had disappeared again with Irina's compliment. [b “Uh, yeah, thanks. You too.”] He said and then literally everywhere else became more interesting. So he was kind of relieved when his would-be partner went and looked for clothes, killing the tension that was smothering the room. After taking a steadying breath, he follows suit and begins rummaging through the clothing that was available to them with haste.
Now, Issac was never a fashion guru, nor would he ever admit he was one. He had a pretty good system back at home; jeans and a t-shirt or dress shirt and dress pants or black jeans. He looked either casual or business casual on any given day. But these clothes, and although they functioned much the same as they did back on their world, they were [i different]. Not [i too] different but different enough where Issac was kind of floundering on what to wear. Why did he have to be stuck with the cute girl from billings and not some random person who didn't have an effect on him?
With a soft groan, Issac picks out an outfit very reminiscent of jeans and a t-shirt and quickly follows Irina out of the store. Like her, he believed they couldn't exactly stay here, but they'd need to find somewhere to hole themselves up until they figured this all out. However, it seemed they wouldn't have much time to figure things out when another member of Chaos comes out of nowhere, and someone he didn't recognize. Sexual tension wasn't going to save him this time it seemed.
When propositioned to kill Issac, his shoulders flared up and his hands went up in front of him, palms up. He regarded her with the same cool stare he afforded the man in the shop earlier.
This woman was Chaos. She had powers like they did, and Wolverine nails might be what they were or part of it. Long sweeping motions would need to be employed for them to be effective. Tall and thin, but not waifish. Apparently was prone to talking out loud about plans, so the element of surprise was lost.
However, there was a brief exchange between the two Chaos girls and it seemed Isaac wouldn't need to do any fighting for the moment. That being said, Issac wasn't just going to trust Little Miss ObviousAlias to not stab him in the back when she had the chance. He honestly felt that urge too, especially now that there was someone part of Chaos who wasn't Irina near him. It was like the fight or flight instinct was on over drive, and the fight portion killed its other half. It seemed like at some point they were going to have to do some fighting, it being very doubtful that all of them could keep their cool. It was difficult enough already and working in the legal department has given him lots of self-control.
[b “I'm Issac.”] He tells the woman more as a formality than anything. [b “It'd probably be best for us to get off the street.”] It was more than likely Belladonna had done less than moral things to get herself some clothes as well. [b “How long have you been here? Do you have a place that you're staying?”] If so, it'd be a start, but Isaac didn't much like the idea of sleeping with his back to the wall.
So he was armed with a gun that looked as foreign as everything else. Issac reacted quicker than she did, and Irina watched quite impressed. Wow, he was really hot. She had to look away, or else she’d just be staring at him and it would get really awkward. More awkward than it was already.
[#a31200 “Right. Clothes. That was really good there. You were great.”] Awkward compliment. At least she hadn’t stuck her foot in her mouth. She started to look through the racks of clothes. Fashion had indeed moved on, but it wasn’t totally unrecognizable. There were the ever present ugly patterns, and thankfully solid colors too.
Irina had to drop the cardboard to get everything she needed. They even had underwear. This little hole in the wall place had everything she needed, including a tiny section for shoes. It was possible this was one of the only places to get clothes in this neighborhood. One thing Irina was noticing as she got dressed was that she was somehow in better shape than usual. Not that she was in bad shape before, but she skipped out on the gym a little more often than she should. It hadn’t taken away any of the feminine smoothness or curves, but just sort of made everything a little bit better. Presumably some kind of bonus from Chaos to make the fighting easier. She felt stronger too, somehow tougher. Yes, Chaos had not only given her power, but enhanced her body to handle it all better.
Once she was dressed Irina went to the door,[#a31200 “Ready to go? Not sure where we’re going yet…”]
But they couldn’t stay. Irina stepped out onto the street and saw another woman walking along. She had dark hair with purple at the ends, and looked a little taller and thinner than Irina. Irina recognized her in a moment. Not individually, but as another marked by Chaos. The woman made eye contact and recognized Irina the same way and went over with a smirk.
The trouble started when she saw Issac. The woman held up a hand like she was ready to attack and Irina noticed her nails were unusually long and looking wickedly sharp,[+purple “Well well, lucky me. I’ve got your back, we can take him. Two on one, I like it.”]
Irina stepped forward, putting herself firmly between Issac and the woman,[#a31200 “Nope. Not going to let you hurt him.”]
The woman looked confused, but didn’t lower her hand. Why would another Chaos girl be protecting anyone from Order? It didn’t make sense, and the woman flexed her fingers a little,[+purple “Are you serious? What, don’t want to share the kill? It doesn’t [i really] matter which of us kills him as long as he’s dead.”]
Irina shook her head,[#a31200 “No one is going to kill him.”]
The woman looked at them both for a moment before lowering her hand slowly. Now it was two against one in a way she [i didn’t] like. She was still wary, but shrugged,[+purple “Alright, fine. I won’t fight you over this. If he attacks me though, he’s dead. I’m Belladonna, by the way.”]
Not her real name. What fun was something boring like Anna when she could pick any name she wanted? No one knew her here to know otherwise. As for the Order guy, Belladonna figured maybe the Chaos chick had a plan somehow. Manipulate him to betray his own side, maybe. If so, she really didn’t want to screw up the other girls plan. In fact, she wanted in on it, it could be interesting. Way more interesting than just killing him on the spot.
Irina didn’t move from her spot between them. She really didn’t want her crush to get killed, especially if this was for real,[#a31200 “I’m Irina. Iri for short, if you want.”]
When Irina speaks, Isaac nods and follows along just as instructed. He made a conscious effort to keep his eyes at head level but he felt them drifting every now and again and had to do his best for sobering thoughts. It seemed Irina had spotted a place where they could get clothes that Isaac had initially dismissed. Good thing she spotted it because he was all out of ideas on that end.
They burst in to the clothing shop and the attendant behind the counter began to curse at them. He couldn't exactly blame the guy for his reaction considering it was late in the night and they were naked, holding cardboard to cover their shame. However, as the guy demanded they leave and motioned aggressively in tune, that strange calm came over Isaac again and he followed the man's movement with his eyes. There was no other way they could do this, they would have to use force.
[b “I would take her advice if I were you. You're at a disadvantage.”] And not just because their were two of them and they had super powers. The man was stout and aging while both Irina and Isaac were young and either in or close to their prime. Not to mention Issac felt in the best shape he's ever felt in a long time. He was a relatively muscular guy regularly, but right now his muscles were rippling, and his abdominal muscles were in flux, any stubborn stomach fat he might've had beforehand seemingly vanished. Not to mention his ass looked tight.
However, it didn't seem the man took any of the glaringly obvious advantages and disadvantages in to account. He quickly reaches back and pulls out what appeared to be some kind of pistol that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi TV show. He pointed it at them and Issac scowled. Apparently they ended up in a rough part of town. But they just got here and apparently had a war to fight. They couldn't let some punk with a gun get in their way.
The cardboard in hand suddenly flips in to the air like a paper airplane. Issac watches as the man's eyes follow it and the barrel of the gun goes off centre. And immediately once they're out of the line of fire, Issac was suddenly in front of the man, swatting the gun from his hand and chopping him in between the neck and clavicle. The man crumples on the ground unconscious upon impact. Any harder and he would've killed him.
[b “Alright, lets get changed and then get the hell out of here.”]
[#a31200 “Yeah. I really don’t want anyone just wandering by us like this.”] Irina followed behind Issac. It was distracting. Not so distracting that she couldn’t think though, thank goodness for the cardboard. They didn’t have money for clothes, so she figured they’d probably have to steal some. Not ideal, but better than being naked.
Irina took a little longer to look up. Something about the way he said he hoped it was a dream made her look. That explained the sounds of people and traffic. [#a31200 “Oh. This is… different.”]
Cars flying, glass walkways above the streets, and the fashion was a bit different. It certainly looked like the future, but Irina doubted they had gone traveling through time. It didn’t feel like a dream either. The bright side was they seemed to be alone down here for the moment. She looked from side to side at the shops. She could read the signs, which was a relief. There were a bunch of shops, none of them looked especially nice. This wasn’t a great part of town, evidently.
No clothes shops right near them. Damn, she’d been hoping one would be next door or just across the way. That meant they had to walk a bit, either right or left. She took a moment to decide and see what she could read of the signs. To the left she saw more shops and neon lights. There was mostly food, pawn shops, smoke shops, and a few others not worth her attention right now. To the right there was more of the same, neon stretching all the way to a dead end where a building obstructed her view. One thing looked hopeful though, one seemed to advertise some clothes. Bingo. It was their only shot, unless they wanted to try some of the secondhand shops.
[#a31200 “Come on, this way. Follow my lead.”] The street down here was empty for [i now], but it wasn’t guaranteed to stay that way. Irina hurried out from the alley and rushed toward the lone clothes shop on the street. It was a longer dash than she would have liked, but no one showed up to make things more awkward. She darted into the store, still holding the cardboard tightly in front of her. Her entrance, and probably appearance, startled the man behind the counter, which was glass and full of accessories like jewelry and sunglasses. His eyes were wide. The shop was small, but tightly packed with a pretty wide variety of clothes. Good, this would work if they could just keep the shopkeeper from calling for the police, or whatever they had for police around here.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The guy moved from behind the counter,”Get out of here.”
[#a31200 “Not gonna happen. Have a changing room?”]
The man ignored her question and started to gesture aggressively, pointing to the door,”Get out. Nothing but trouble at night. We’re closed!”
Well, things weren’t going great. The door was unlocked so either he forgot to lock it or was lying to get rid of them. They [i were] trying to steal afterall, but she didn’t want to back out and be stuck wandering around naked. Irina clenched her hand. The power Chaos gave her. If it was real it would come in pretty handy. She had a feeling it was. She didn’t want to overdo it and kill him though, so for the moment she glared at him, her tone low and threatening,[#a31200 “I’d back off if I were you.”]
[b “Yes.”] He snaps one his fingers and points. [b “Clothes would be a good idea.”] Cardboard wasn't really fashionable or warm. Finding clothes would be another problem though: not only did they wake up naked, but since they didn't have their clothes, it meant they didn't have their wallets, so buying clothes was off the table. They were also in a city he's never seen before so its not like they could just run home and get dressed.
Issac shakes his head. [b “I wish this was a dream. Or we were being punk'd. For now lets worry about clothing and figuring out where exactly we are.”] He says and then motions for her to follow him. It was night time so there'd be less traffic they would have to contend with, but the fact that he hasn't seen anyone or even a vehicle on the streets behind them hasn't escaped his notice.
As much as Issac would've like Irina to be the one standing in front of him, he leads the way and pokes his head out of the alley, sweeping the streets with his eyes. It was brightly lit from street lights, neon signs, and spotty light overhead. He glances up at the lights, and that's when reality came crashing down. The sounds of traffic was still evident despite clearly not seeing any cars on the streets, but once Issac looked up above, he saw strange car-sized vehicles gliding overhead, as well as glass walkways where people were walking in scores in strange clothing. What the hell? Were they in the future or something?
[b “I, uhh... really hope this is a dream.”] Issac says in astonishment. The silver lining in all of this was that there wasn't anyone on the streets below with them for the moment, and the levels Issac and Irina were on now there were still entrances in to stores and buildings. They'd just have to figure out where they'd like to do their 'shopping'.
Irina crawled out of the box. She was in a city, she could tell from the sound. Chaos had mentioned fighting, and as she looked up with her arms crossed the knowledge came to her. Order, she was supposed to fight Order. Or more accurately others chosen by Order. Then she’d get whatever wish Chaos promised. If she failed, she knew death was death.
She heard something and turned to look. Something in her head clicked. Order. He was moving forward with purpose, then she recognized his face and her own flushed a deep red. Oh no. It was that really attractive guy from legal. And she was [i still] naked. And so was he. That panic pushed away all of those other thoughts about fighting Order.
Her hands and arms weren’t doing a very good job preserving any sort of modesty. There was just too much skin to cover. Irina was too gifted for her attempts to cover her upper body to work, it was hopeless really. His cardboard idea looked pretty good. He looked pretty good. Not what she should be thinking about right now. Irina picked up a folded up box and held it in front of her. That was better. She was still having trouble meeting his eyes.
[#a31200 “Issac? Yeah, um, it’s really cold. I mean, it’s me. What are you doing here? No, wait, stupid question.”] Somehow she knew. There was just no way she wanted to attack him though. Not the guy she’d been sneaking looks at during work, and the reason she jumped at every chance to take papers to legal.
[#a31200 “Clothes. I think we need to get some clothes first. Figure out where we are. I thought this was a dream at first… It’s not, is it?”]
It was a late night again for Issac. In all honesty though, it was no surprise; a lot of what his job entailed was fire fighting claims that patients had made towards their doctors or nurses. A lot of them was just a bunch of hot air, but there was the occasion when a lawsuit being filed was reasonable... But tonight, it didn't seem like there were any of those. It was quite obnoxious, but they unfortunately had to be dealt with.
It looked like for the most part he was going to go home a little late, currently glued to a desk. Which was kind of a shame; he usually was done around the same time that cute girl from billing did as well. And this new restaurant had opened up close-by and he was hoping to ask if she'd maybe want to check it out. He lets out a bit of a huff. There was always tomorrow, right?
A few hours after he was supposed to be done, Issac was finally done. Eyes strained, wrist cramped, ass numb, and back sore, he made his way home. He had every intention of eating, but the second he walked in to his apartment, he bedroom beckoned him like a siren of the sea. It was a miracle that he didn't pass out at his desk. The second he entered his bedroom, his clothes flew off and he face planted on to the mattress. He didn't even need to make himself comfortable before sleep took him like a tsunami.
But the second his eyes closed, it was almost like there was a jolt of adrenaline. It forced him back awake and he was immediately upright and on his feet, and... He had no idea where he was. The space was dark, save for where he stood. The floor below his bare feet was cold, and when he looked down, it appeared he was standing on some kind of brass flooring.
“Issac Collins, you have been chosen as a Champion of Order.” A voice throughout the darkness called. Clearly Issac was spending [i way] too much time at work.
[b “I've been working too much.”] He confirms in his outside voice. Maybe it was time for a vacation.
“You must have no end of questions, but believe me when I tell you this is not a dream.” The voice tells him and that kind of struck him. And freaked him out. “The forces of Chaos mount against me as they have since time immemorial, so I must choose those I see as worthy to fight back.”
[b “How am I supposed to do that? And why should I?”]
“You will be rewarded with what you most desire and you will be given instruments to combat the forces of Chaos. Powers beyond that of any mortal will be granted to you to aid in your victory. And you will not be alone.” Suddenly there was some kind of church bell noise and after a brief pause, the voice begins again. “Time runs short, Issac Collins. I must send you to your destination. Go forth, and claim victory for Order!”
And again, Issac felt the same kind of tired he did earlier, and leaned forward, slowly falling on to his mattress again. However, again, with a jolt of energy, he was upright again, and just like last time he was in a place he didn't recognize. He was in between two buildings that reached in to the skies and disappeared in to the clouds and night. He could hear traffic, but when he turned around to look out on to the strange streets, he couldn't see any cars. Where the hell was he? ... And why was he still naked?
This was all so strange, obviously, but Issac was expecting to freakout. He woke up in an alleyway wearing no clothes. People literally had nightmares about this. But he felt a strange calm. Almost detached from the situation, and then suddenly, his mind was flooded with information that he processed like it was a memory. He knew what his powers and abilities were, and that Chaos was going down.
He walked through the alleyways, and it seemed no one was occupying them... Until he stumbled upon some else in the alleyway. And they bore the mark of Chaos. His purpose became clear to him once more and he began to move toward her... But then he saw her face, and became sort of a sputtering mess. Okay, now this [i had] to be some kind of dream. Or a sick joke. In front of him was Irina, the cute girl from billing. His 'purpose' suddenly went limp and the strange calm he had seemed to fade.
[b “Irina? Is that really you?”] He asks, approaching her quickly... However, he stops when he realizes again he wasn't wearing any clothes. Immediately, he grabs a piece of cardboard from the ground and does his best to cover his lower body. His face flushed and he didn't look at her in the eye for a moment. If the two of them were ever to end up naked together, this was not how he had imagined it. And she saw his...
[b “In my defence, its cold out here.”]
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