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Post by Adrian on Feb 18, 2009 16:14:22 GMT -5
In the time it took for Plague to separate himself from the wall, Garouge managed to collect herself up from the floor into a relatively composed form. He certainly could take an almost incalculable amount of damage to say the least. No one ever survived apoptosis before. . . not to mention an enemy requiring her to use it fell under the 'rare' category. But now she faced herself with a few rather interesting questions:
Had she been searching for a way to end her life with a grand adventure? Or perhaps put herself through a test that would make her undead body feel alive?
Laughter from him only made her wonder as she stood up if the impact even harmed Plague. Could he have no true weakness? It was why his survival beyond apoptosis felt like a surprise once she got past the joy of a worthy opponent. Supposedly that trick would kill every living cell in his body. Did that mean these cells were already dead like a true virus? If so his master had given any foe Plague faced the task of killing what had no life.
Magic or Alchemy must have rested somewhere behind whatever this being was that mocked her with the pseudo-laugh. Those were not her thoughts however, merely the speculation on someone else's part. Her biggest problem right now fell under a lack of equipment associated with fighting back. Alice didn't want to risk getting too far away either since it might her foe to regenerate. For all she knew Plague currently fought at a lowered capacity than he usually wielded One part of her mission rang a bell though. . .
Picking the item up where she had discarded it with care earlier, a camera now existed in her hands again. But would it have the same effect on something without visible eyes? Did the damage taken earlier go beyond temporary blindness? Could the Camera possess some Obscure power that would hurt him no matter what?
Alice closed her eyes just before starting the photo-shoot no amount of low-lighting could help make pretty. RAPID BUTTON PRESSING!
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Post by Luka on Mar 8, 2009 2:14:10 GMT -5
The rapid flashes that assaulted the darkness made for some fine effects. With each burst of illumination, the massive form of Plague moved. Like a scene from a horror film, the creature’s position changed in a rapid succession of jerky movements. It seemed to move away from her, its dark form appearing off in the corner to her left before it reappeared straight across from her and on the next flash, drew closer until the final flash brought it directly in front of her – nearly close enough to feel the hot breath that hissed from between its teeth.
It drew an arm back, swinging it in a downward motion across her chest, claws extended.
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Post by Adrian on Mar 8, 2009 2:37:04 GMT -5
As it drew closer with such special effects, the Vampiress realized that the pictures would not help defeat the monster. What it did do is nearly get her killed. Tossing the camera up into the air just as it's arm drew back, Garouge rolled sideways to the right. Immediately afterward she jumped sideways toward the wall which their battle had driven them both closer to with each movement. Of all the things in the world, this action revealed to the world that she actually wore a conservative pair of shorts underneath that skirt.
Next came a foot pushing off the wall with terrifyingly awful grace.
One foot then planted itself down viciously onto Plague's head if all went according to plan. It might even slown time, bringing it down to a mere crawl. Just the style in which she performed the move resembled a tactic used by a legendary family of Vampire Hunters. Alice's eyes kept track of her foe while searching out Body Ripper.
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Post by Luka on Mar 9, 2009 22:34:53 GMT -5
The momentum of Plague's move seemed to make the creature unable to counter her swift kick as his body continued to travel forward with the swipe. But the moment the girl's boot touched his head, Plague's free hand snapped backwards, almost making it look like it was out of joint. His claws wrapped around her ankle as it attempted to turn the force from his swipe and her kick into a swinging toss.
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Post by Adrian on May 18, 2009 23:59:17 GMT -5
The girl did not have much of a defense now, about to get hurdled through the hair like a raggedy Anne dolly. What irony for a red-head to go through. Honestly. Yet a single saving grace possibly existed for the girl, a lone chance to break free came with that grab. Using the momentum of HIS strength coupled with her own, the girl twisted. Just the kind of twist that might come from a blender possessed by the spirit of the one who enjoyed smoothies.
Velocity went through th roof with it's power.
But would it be enough? Or would a kick in combination with the twist set her free?
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Post by Luka on May 19, 2009 0:37:39 GMT -5
The RKO seemed to not have any qualms about harming red-headed individuals. This murderous sentiment likely stemmed from their leader's general dislike of the fire-follicled population. BUT HE HAD HIS REASONS! For once.
If the girl wasn't careful, she was going to twist her leg right off...and that wouldn't be any fun at all. Unless she could regenerate a wound like that. Plague was almost tempted to try it out, but decided to err on the side of don't-mangle-your-enemy-too-soon-to-have-fun caution.
When the girl twisted, Plague set her free, his large clawed hand snapping open like a sprung trap. The creature's claws seemed to gleam coldly in the dim light of their make-shift arena as they swung down, intent on mangling her.
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Post by Adrian on May 20, 2009 1:45:07 GMT -5
Once the girl found herslf free, it might appear evident she knew nothing about the mulligan Plague had given her. Could she have regenerated a wound like that? Who knew! After all it remained evident that each stroke of damage dealt to the Horseman who refused to back down. Did fear keep her from guessing what the substance was he now appeared made of? Life continued to be hers, no matter how unatural the existence still remained. But at least she did not waste those oppertune moments granted.
Spotting Body Ripper she headed for it.
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Post by Luka on May 20, 2009 22:35:10 GMT -5
Plague's claws raked through the empty air as the girl dodged toward her Body Ripper. He snarled and drew his body back, his elbow bending as his fist was pulled back until it nearly reached his ear. Or where ears would normally be located.
Plague's body curled forward then, his fist plunging into the floor of the Gallery with a heavy crunch. The tile fractured like an egg shell, heaving upward as ichor exploded from beneath the cracks. The thick fluid rushed through the cracks like a flood before it burrowed even deeper beneath the surface. A crack formed that shot straight toward Alice, a trail of gleaming black spikes breaking the tile apart even further.
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Post by Adrian on May 22, 2009 11:22:46 GMT -5
Alice managed to reach her damaged weapon just in time to witness the strange new attack her foe employed. Or was it THAT strange? Garouge partially swore she had seen it in a movie or video game somewhere before. Couped in a house during her childhood led to the girl actually playing old school creations like Mortal Kombat and Street Fighter.
But this move Plague pulled. . . looked a little more Marvel vs. Capcom.
Rotating the blade in her hand at inhuman speed oncce more, perhaps she intended to cut wind again? Not exactly. One direction or another created different types of air current to alter trajectories. Vaccum or just to blow away like a giant fan. Both legs then pounded the pavement quickly to gain momentum enough to match the ichor. Combining the two forces together propelled the Saint Agent at a surprising pace which allowed not only a swift dodge through the spikes, but a chance to run on the wall as well.
Meanwhile, her blood felt like it was coming to a boil. . .
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Post by Luka on May 22, 2009 20:43:31 GMT -5
The Horseman let out a hungry growl as the spikes continued to burst from the floor despite Alice's breezy evasion technique.
Plague seemed to crouch near his fist that was still planted into the shattered floor, the powerful muscles of his body tensing as he put his strength into his next move.
The floor seemed to heave as if alive, sharp shards of tile flying into the air as the thick mass of spikes ripped upward as if alive. A certain amount of the smaller spikes melted into the exterior, streamlining the prickly tendril until it could move freely.
Plague remained in his current position, his entire left arm melted into the floor but slowly recovering as the free portion flailed around in the air before striking out at Alice-On-the-Wall.
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Post by Adrian on May 22, 2009 21:09:14 GMT -5
So deep beneath the exterior of a young man existed some venereal-diseased tentacle RAEP MAWNSTOR. Or so it appeared right now. Whatever he was made out of certainly had some sort of durability. After all she still had not given him enough distance to reactivate any regenerative powers. Plus the closer she became, the worse it became for the Horseman.
Few living creatures could avoid carpal-tunnel syndrome with the amount of rotations it required to keep Body Ripper spinning. Should she survive the battle Alice would need quite the amount of blood to restore herself. Eventually even she would need to stop. But not just yet. . . not before an interesting maneuver took place.
Leaping from the wall with the exact trajectory required, Garouge set herself on a collision course with the spiked tentacle. Yet no matter what Plague tried it would likely not end the like kind with her ending up impaled. Blades first was the attack style before contact LIKELY took place. If success took place Alice would have the spinning blades slicing off spikes while she semi-slid along the appendage. Right for what technically still was Theodore. On top of that. . . any attempt at retalliation would likely end in a sliced of 'former left arm'.
Just in case the oppertunity arose and Alice came close enough for any CQC moves, a combo would follow. Horizontal swipe accompanied by a kick strong enough to propel her backward, and THEN a powerful throw of Body Ripper in an attempt to decapitate or further dismember Plague.
Regardless of what failed or succeeded, she would likely land about eight feet away.
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Post by Luka on May 22, 2009 21:53:09 GMT -5
The Body Ripper did indeed shear off the spikes as she slid along the tentacle. In fact, Plague almost seemed to panic.
And actually, he was.
The tentacle she was so roughly riding heaved upward, attempting to throw her off, the height of the crest coming dangerously close to slamming her into the ceiling. No doubt it tried to do just that. Multiple times.
Alice's horizontal swipe did manage to reach the Horseman though, a deep gouge forming in his facial armor. The creature's jaw moved, as it it were trying to pop its ears. This only served in the gouge deepening with a loud CRACK...and the top of Plague's head falling off. It slipped off like a halved coconut, the carapace falling to the floor with a hollow sound.
The young man underneath leered at Alice, his dark eyes narrowing coldly.
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Post by Adrian on May 22, 2009 22:34:28 GMT -5
"So you are still in there under all the sludge ehy darlin'?"
Alice inquired with a coquettish smirk on her red lips and purposely allowed her fangs to poke through. If he paid attention at all, Plague would notice she stopped spinning Body Ripper. To continue would likely wear away at what stamina remained in her undead body. However the fact remained she had pulled off quite a nice move against the Horseman & possibly inspired real fear into him unlike anyone outside the RKO.
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Post by Luka on May 22, 2009 22:46:48 GMT -5
The young man whose face was only partially visible didn't seem to intend on answering her. His eyes remained fixed on her, a glint of anger flitting over their dark surface. His muscles flexed again, the chopped up bits of spike that Alice had flung all over like a demonic salad shooter liquified, squirming like slugs back toward the main tendril that now lay lifelessly on the floor. The tendril twitched when the last black slug melted back into its surface and it moved like sludge, gathering back into Plague and reforming into an arm.
He seemed to regard Alice for a moment before he took a quick step forward, his ebony form disappearing from view--
--only to be stopped short by a loud gunshot.
The report of the firearm ricocheted off the walls loudly as a cold voice seemed to draw the life out of the air.
"Negative. That is not 'darlin''. That is Plague..."
A form stepped out from the shadow of a hallway, the dim light glinting off the small metal accents that decorated his uniform.
"...and I am War."
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Post by Adrian on May 23, 2009 0:41:45 GMT -5
"I thought War would be a lil' taller than someone like you. "
The words shot out with just as little warning as the first shot of War. Almost as if she had anticipated his appeareance, the words seemed ready. LIKE A KATANA. Stabbing through the air at the newest arrival with an underlying ferocity mirroring what it took to weild Body Ripper. But how would she deal with two men at once?
New guy smelled completely unnatural right down to almost, if not actually lacking a soul. Very suspicious to say the least. Plus a sound like machinery of some sort could be percieved by her inhuman ears as coming from his body. At least she wasn't Sarah Connor. Yet part of considered an actual retreat for the sake of living to fght another day. Dignity won out over what some might call common sense though as she did not move an inch yet.
Might anyone come to her rescue?
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