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city_limits_npc ([info]city_limits_npc) wrote in [info]city_limits,
@ 2009-06-19 23:35:00

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Final Confrontation Between Factions
"Halt."

As Victoria's familiar identity came into view, her fellow Inquisitor stopped short of telling the woman to approach no further. The nod of head she gave inferred it was time for Victoria to take over the watch shift.

"Right," came the corresponding reply. The guard's weapon lowered as they turned in readiness to retire for the rest of the evening. The need for passwords became obsolete when your own team leader's spouse showed up.

And fortunate, indeed, that she was not required to speak...

Gesturing over those who were hidden in the nearby shadows, the Victoria whose surname remained 'Foxworth' made sure to hurry several of the fugitives through the door. So long as they kept up the element of surprise, it was a good sign that they might just make it to what had to be destroyed.

Contact with the vampiress had been made shortly before Sonya's death. There had been consternation, of course; some of them had seen, even known of, Victoria's human and ruthless Inquisitor counterpart's face. But this Victoria always did have a weakness for helping out her own kind. Once the facts of the matter had been revealed, she cautiously agreed to act as their personal Trojan horse. She still had costumes from her time of owning Fang Noir. In the early evening's gloom, one of her catsuits held at least a similarity to the leather armour of her mortal self's attire.

But it would only be a matter of time before the English-accented version of Victoria showed up and their ruse was discovered... Ushering the last of the fugitives through the door, or up to the windows, the vampiress only hoped they evaded detection for long enough to make this a success.

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[info]out_of_body
2009-06-19 06:34 pm UTC (link)
There were caterpillars crawling in her stomach. Francess was sure of it. Her nerves felt like hundreds of tiny legs itching and tingling her insides. She slipped past the vampire who looked so much like a tormenting Inquisitor and pressed her back against the wall.

Between the back door they entered and the device, there were tarps hanging in rows, making up private stalls, stores of weapons and equipment under heavy surveillance, and several enemies, from the sounds of it. Cultured voices echoed in the ceiling rafters.

"Psst..." Francess waved at a fellow fugitive. "It's on the far side of the room, near the wall maps," she whispered. Astral travel had allowed her to get a glimpse at the insides of the warehouse before they came. She had seen the giant communication device in its final stages, as a dark-haired girl put the bells and whistles on it.

She clutched a knife and a can of pepperspray. Though a firearm would be better protection, Fran had no training on how to properly aim one and the idea of pulling a trigger terrified her.

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[info]city_limits_npc
2009-06-20 11:12 am UTC (link)
Ruben had retreated into himself as the plan to make a final, desperate lunge at the Inquisitors tr. He had overseen the burning of Sonya's body, going so far as to mumble a few words over her before completing the act, and now his pale hands cradled the machine gun he'd stolen before disappearing into the portal as if it were an infant. Some of them weren't going to make it, he'd already resigned himself to that. He might be one of the ones who didn't. But it no longer mattered. If he never did a single good thing ever again, he would take as many of them down before he was dust.

"For you, Grace." A mutter spoken to the weapon in his hands. If he ran out of ammo, he'd resort to biting. The vampire looked over the ragged bunch of survivors he'd come to almost call friends.

"Sounds like the whole damn team's in there. Let's hope we can get inside before Queen Bitch comes back."

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[info]out_of_body
2009-06-20 11:38 am UTC (link)
Francess swallowed nervously. She looked at the machine gun. "That firearm is... it's awfully large." As much as she wanted freedom, and knew their raid was in self-defense, the idea of watching those bullets tear into people made her stomach weak, much as imagining stabbing someone had. She breathed deep and gathered her courage. "I mean to say... Which is good." Sliding her spin farther along the wall, she crept around the perimeter of the building, going in the direction of the device. The tiny scuffing sounds of her boots seemed amplified.

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[info]vicky_foxworth
2009-06-20 12:13 pm UTC (link)
Elsewhere in the building, Victoria, the Inquisitor, was showing concern over a laid out diagram of the building. Various points had tiny lights showing, each one indicating an active patrol, but one of the entrances was blank, indicating that one shift had ended and not been replaced. A turn of events which could have a mundane explanation, but gave her alert attitude cause to worry.

"I'm going to check the North fire escape," she declared to Hayden, checking her weapon as a matter of course. "I'd say it's probably nothing, but since that incident, the other day..."

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[info]hayden_maragos
2009-06-20 12:28 pm UTC (link)
Hayden looked up from his work. At present, he was finalizing the contents of the signal that would be sent. It was simple: a set of coordinates that matched their home world, a numerical code recognized as the squad leader's signature, and another set that meant he needed heavy heavy back-up. If the signal made it home, the Inquisitors who read it there would see the coordinates from which it came and be able to follow them.

He handed the series of numbers to Inquisitor Lee, who was on the assembly team for the device. "Here."

He looked at his wife, then down at the diagram. He frowned and looked around them for the person who ought to have been on watch at that entrance. "Yes, that's a good idea." He wanted to tell her to be careful, but left it out because Victoria needed no reminder. Instead, he nodded, grateful that she'd noticed the glitch.

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[info]rhiannon_lee
2009-06-20 12:38 pm UTC (link)
Paying more attention to the contraption than the communication between the others, Rhiannon distractedly took the piece of paper. Her fingers turned a dial, similar to what could be found on a safe. After each number, she tapped a button to insert a break. This system fed coordinates into the machine, which hummed with the electricity that powered it from a nearby generator.

"Sir," she interrupted, "Is this mark a dash?" She looked up to confirm his answer. At that point, she also caught sight of Inquisitor Reilly and quickly pulled her eyes back to task. Ever since the revelation that he felt himself responsible for her place on the team, and the subsequent news about Kathleen Guevara, they hadn't spoken much. Rhiannon tapped in the last bit of his identification code and turned to deciphering the rest of the message.

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[info]first_born_son
2009-06-20 02:01 pm UTC (link)
For his part, Connor had been quiet all night. This entire mission had turned into a disaster, and the security breach was the final straw. The only salve was the fact that the beacon's construction was completed, and once the coordinates had been keyed in, reinforcements from back home would arrive, and the real purge would begin. They would take this world and correct everything that was wrong with it, remake it in their image.

When Victoria announced that she was going to check on the guard at the fire escape, he looked at the timepiece on his wrist, the slightest hint of something tickling the back of his neck. Old instincts, probably, the way he used to be before the Inquisition corrected his way of thinking. He was jumping at shadows, certainly. And yet...

He opened his mouth to speak, but catching Inquisitor Lee's brief look scattered his thoughts again. He had yet to attempt an apology for his foolish mouth earlier, and he pushed restless fingers through his hair before smoothing it back into place. There was no time to be distracted now, not when they were so close to a decisive victory. Not even to say he was sorry.

"When the signal is received, how long will it take for back-up to arrive?"

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[info]hayden_maragos
2009-06-20 03:39 pm UTC (link)
Hayden shook his head. He folded his arms and watched the dark-haired Inquisitor translate his message into numerical code. "I suppose that depends on what they consider reinforcements," he said. Guessing at the leadership's interpretation of his message, and corresponding reaction, was difficult. He had refrained from putting too many details in the message because a longer code increased the chances that it wouldn't make it in its entirety, or that an error could be included.

"They could send a second squad in thirty, forty-five minutes, but a full regiment and the equipment to begin purging could take hours." He scratched his jaw and looked up at the windows. One of them had no glass in it because of the shooting with the fugitive Sonya Ramius. He cast a look in the direction Victoria had gone in and then back to the equipment.

Inquisitor Lee was nearly finished with the code. Afterwards, it would be matter of pushing several levers and waiting.

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[info]leah_allen
2009-06-20 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Leah separated from the others almost as soon as she was inside the building. As soon as she'd seen Sonya's lifeless body she'd known what she had to do, and wasn't going to let anyone stop her. There was something she could do to distract all the inquisitors, something that would make it easier for the others to destroy the device.

She made her way down one of the aisles created by all the tarps hung up in the warehouse building, working her way toward the center. Approaching footsteps from around the corner had her ducking into one of the stalls to avoid detection, it was too soon!

The action brought her face to face with one Patrick O'Rourke, the one inquisitor she wanted to kill more than any other in all the universe.

O'Rourke was sitting on his cot in the process of putting on his boots, his turn at watch about to begin. He stared up at the hybrid, mouth gaping wide open, too stunned at the fact she was inside their perimeter to do anything other than sit there.

The man was unarmed and his air filter mask was lying with the rest of his gear a few feet away. It might as well be on the other side of the moon.

"Hello lover..." Leah purred, already pumping out the pheromones. Her only regret was that she wouldn't be able to take her time and enjoy herself as she killed him over the course of several hours.

O'Rourke was already having trouble thinking as the blood rushed away from his brain and toward his groin, the pheromones quickly having their desired effect. It occurred to the inquisitor that he should try to call for help, but he just couldn't quite summon the will to do so.

"I've waited such a long time for this." Leah breathed as she came up to the sitting man and ran a hand through his hair.

All rational thought was gone from O'Rourke's mind now as primal instinct took over. The inquisitor stood, bringing himself up against the hybrid. One hand moved to rest at the small of her back while the other moved to cup a full breast.

"That's right lover," Leah breathed, still pumping out the pheromones as high as she could and knowing that it would attract others but not caring. This would serve as a distraction as well, and she would finally get her revenge.

She locked her lips to his and the man suddenly stiffened as she began to feed, sucking the life energy from the man as fast as she could. A stifled moan sounded against her lips, but she had no idea whether it was pleasure or pain as the dying man breathed his last.

Moments later the dead was done, and Patrick O'Rourke's lifeless body slumped to the floor. Leah had killed the last of the team that had killed her mother and botched her own purging, her mother was avenged.

Leah liked her lips and blew the corpse a kiss before taking his gun and turning to leave the stall.

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[info]cougar_cian
2009-06-20 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Cian heard footsteps that were recognisable as one of them, but were not expected. He stepped back into the shadows, the main concern that it wasn't one of the dopplegangers trying to break through their boundaries.

"Who goes there?" His voice sounded low and menacing as he stepped out in front of the approaching person, weapon held ready. He'd ended up learning not to rely completely on his night vision or sense of hearing as the dopplegangers were far too similar even down to their voices at times. His sense of smell had been adapting to the odours of this strange world, but they were still more offensive to him and sometimes masked what he was really seeking.

It looked like Inqisitor Maragos, but after her own report of the mistake a local person had made he wanted to make sure. None would be allowed to breach the perimeter he was protecting.

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[info]vicky_foxworth
2009-06-20 07:22 pm UTC (link)
Calling out her name and password, Victoria Maragos approached, weapon in hands. "I've reason to believe the North fire escape needs checking. Hopefully, it's nought but a malfunction. If not, their shift has ended without a replacement."

A small thing, perhaps, but one which would not make sense. Especially at a time such as this. They were too close to let anything go to chance and their kind were the elite, unlikely to flaunt rules on a whim.

"If we've a-"

Cutting off in mid-sentence, Victoria's destination, a little way off down the corridor, showed a sign of movement. Either it was the replacement shift who had not checked in or they had uninvited guests.

Just to be on the safe side, she made the silent hand gesture of informing Cian to follow with her...

A few moments later and Victoria walked swiftly back to where she had, only moments before, been standing. She saw the man who she called husband, the familiarity in his face, as he looked up to see her.

But this one's surname was still Foxworth...

"HOSTILES!"

From the doorway, the real version, not the undead imposter, appeared suddenly with a shouted warning, weapon aiming for her vampiric counterpart, moments before she would reach striking distance of the team leader. The gun fired, but Victoria Foxworth was too quick, whirling with superhuman reflex to avoid her Inquisitor self's fire.

Fugitives had entered the building - and now all bets were off.

But which Victoria was truly the real one...?

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[info]hayden_maragos
2009-06-20 07:41 pm UTC (link)
At the shout, Hayden spun around. His hand grabbed for his weapon and he would've fired it, too, if not for staring directly into what looked like his wife's face. But she was carrying a knife. And then another woman appeared with the same face, firing on the first. "Victoria?" He looked back and forth between the two of them and registered what was happening. One of them was the doppelganger.

He shouted at Rhiannon, "Send it, now!" and got in front of her, hoping to protect her while she switched on the machinery. The squad leader's weapon was at the ready. Spotting another brunette vampire coming into the room in full demonic face, he fired. A bullet tore through the girl's chest. Hayden pulled the other weapon he carried, an electronic net, and fired it at her. There was a flash and delicate, blue strings wrapped around vampire. Any move would shock her senseless.

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[info]rhiannon_lee
2009-06-20 07:48 pm UTC (link)
Rhiannon's mouth fell open. "Oh my god." She went back to the paper and hastily dialed in the final number. She threw the first switch and watched a column of blue climb a meter. At each fired bullet, she cringed, hating having her back turned to the room, and depending upon someone else to watch it for her.

A scurrying set of footsteps on the periphery kept her from throwing the second of three levers. Rhiannon looked into the frightened eyes of a younger fugitive, who carried a knife and a canister as if she wasn't sure she wanted to use either. "Stand down!" the Inquisitor yelled, pulling a metallic firearm from her holster. She aimed it at the girl. "Surrender your weapons, now!"

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[info]out_of_body
2009-06-20 07:52 pm UTC (link)
Francess hovered there and stared down the barrel of gun. Between her hands, a hunting knife quivered and caught the light coming off the machine. She kept the pepperspray clamped inside her fist, which felt sweaty. "D-don't... don't send that," she said, so close to the wall that her shoulder touched it. "We just want to be left alone." All around them, bullets and other things flew through the air. She heard shouting and an agonized scream. "Go home without us!" Francess said. "We won't come back."

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[info]first_born_son
2009-06-20 08:01 pm UTC (link)
And then he turned out to be right, and Connor swore as he lunged past the apparatus of the beacon, yanking open his jacket to reveal a holstered pistol. Damnable heathens, this was going to be the last of it.

"You might as well give up", he said coldly the overhead lights glinting off of the metal of his pistol."This world's going to be ours, just like it should be. The likes of you won't belong here, or anywhere."

He pulled the hammer back on the firearm. There was no quarter here, and no mercy.

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[info]city_limits_npc
2009-06-20 08:10 pm UTC (link)
A new blast of gunfire tore through the room, and Ruben blew the Inquisitor off of his feet, the machine gun jittering in his hands. It was a clumsy weapon and he had no actual training in how to use it, but he knew how to pull a trigger.

The brown-haired man's left shoulder was turned into hamburger, blood spraying as he collapsed backwards, the pistol clattering to the floor. He landed on the wounded arm, and the vampire advanced on him. "Don't pick on girls, trash..."

Bullets peppered the floor in the brunette woman's direction, and Ruben dove out of sight, hunkering behind some crates. He glanced in Francess' direction, minding the girl's well-being. They'd have to smash that machine of theirs, and quick. What he wouldn't give for a few sticks of dynamite right now...

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[info]3milleniumplus
2009-06-20 09:08 pm UTC (link)
Cassandra has kept behind the ones carrying weapons, her own hands holding something that would be of no use in defending anyone in the general sense. She had heard from Francess the description of where they were going, making sure she had a good grasp on the layout as she had concentrated on what she could contribute. Other than caring for the wounded behind the scenes there was more she could offer, but it had been a while since she'd done anything like this, her desire not to hurt others overpowering it.

But now she had to act - they could not be allowed to bring forth others of their kind to destroy the fabric of this society. As strange and sometimes confusing as it was, she had seen more reasons to protet this place than she could ever believe existed, and was determined to do what she could.

As they entered the room where the machine lay she almost called out to Francess who crept closer and closer, can in one hand, knife in the other and a determined look on her face that made Cassandra's heart well with pride at the strength the young woman had mustered and was now displaying. It spurred her on and despite the havoc that was starting to errupt all around she stood up slowly, her mouth already forming words that were impossible to hear at first.

Her eyes focused on the contraption in front of the female Inquisitor, her fingers desperately dialing in some sort of code and a switch flicked as Francess approached and stopped, knife and can in hand. Cass couldn't hear what was said, did not even focus on it, all her attention on the machine, its lights and dials already spinning and lit. As she reached full height her voice became louder, anyone listening would be left wondering if there was a breeze moving through the room at first, but soon led to be looking for a wind, then a maelstrom. The noise of the battle would drown it to those not aware of its touch as she focused it on the machine.

It changed, deepened and was directed entirely toward the monstrosity, in her eyes, and words now audible but unrecognisable by any but those who recognised an ancient tongue which was rarely spake in open places.

"Genkrish ba vortubilash ank seeren gratasch!" Her hand flew toward the machine, as if releasing the power of her voice and pieces of started to errupt steam and light where steam and light were not designed to be.

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[info]vicky_foxworth
2009-06-20 09:46 pm UTC (link)
Victoria's mindset was not one of negotiation. So far as she aws concerned, by entering this place and interrupting the task expected of them, the Inquisition's representatives were now duty-bound to either haul them back or eraticate on sight. The brunette's weapon levelled at Francess' centre of mass and fired...

At the exact moment the fugitives' walking Ace in the hole unleashed magical devastation.

As the device's function was disrupted, starting to loudly malfunction, shortly before succumbing to explosive destruction, it was no surprise that most of those gathered realised a short-range jump to safety was necessary. Even crouching behind a table would at least offer some protection.

Nobody noticed what happened to Victoria Maragos. Where panic and alarm had set in, to avoid pieces of flying metal and glass, the Inquisitor was grabbed ahold of by the one figure she would never have expected: Her own vampiric self. Victoria Foxworth had been told of this human variation. Of what they were responsible for. While it was impossible to feel hatred, she did look upon what came next as instructing the Inquisitor on a valuable lesson.

The same lesson she had learnt and embraced.

Their lives had led very different paths. An incident in one's early years had prevented or shifted her would-be fascination with the fanged undead. The other's had never encountered any such barrier.

Few vampires could ever claim to have drained themselves, but Victoria now could. With surprise on her side, fangs sank deeply into her human counterpart's neck, exerting supernatural vice-like grip on hair, keeping her other self arched amidst the struggle, feeding... Drinking... Claiming...

And ultimately, siring.

To turn oneself... A mystical bond of unsurpassed proportions - and an interdimensional fuck up, perhaps never once tried. Victoria Foxworth now held her mirror image in arms, with blood clearly on the newly-deceased woman's lips. She would not lie, if ever asked - it was empowering.

But vindictive, this Victoria was not. There was a method to her madness. She might see vampirism as liberating, but here, there was a choice beyond the realm of mere toying fetish. She knew this version of her was married to the team leader and, with a shout in his direction, made the consequences clear.

"Stand down!" The vampiress ordered, her obviously American accent quite different to that of her Inquisitorial counterpart's. Her inference, hopefully, should be obvious. "You know what you have to do..."

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[info]rhiannon_lee
2009-06-20 10:25 pm UTC (link)
"Connor!" The Inquisitor's shock at seeing her friend riddled with bullets delayed her pulling the last lever. Then an arc of electricity snaked out of the device and struck Rhiannon's hand. It traveled up her arm, blisters rising to the surface from fingertip to shoulder. Crying out sharply, she let go. At that point, though, sufficient damage had been done to the machine to ruin all its workings, and no signal could be sent. Between the pain in her arm, and the worse feeling of watching Connor fall down, she no longer cared.

She got on her knees and tried to shell out of her jacket. The burns made it difficult. She grit her teeth together and peeled the sleeves down, then wrapped the fabric around his shoulder. "Hang on, I've got you."

Bullets continued to ricochet off the floor, coming dangerously closer.

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[info]out_of_body
2009-06-20 10:31 pm UTC (link)
Ammunition of some kind struck Francess in the stomach. She dropped her weapons and covered the wound. A liquid oozed between her fingers. "Hey..." The world warbled and turned fuzzy colors. She watched it spin for a few seconds and slumped on the wall, eventually landing in a clumsy heap of legs. As her blood pumped a foreign substance into her limbs, she had a feeling of being separate from her surroundings, like everything moved in slow motion. "I've been hit," she said, not really believing it.

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[info]3milleniumplus
2009-06-20 10:36 pm UTC (link)
Cassandra was shaking as she stagged back from the machine, eyes trying to regain some sight as spikes of blue and flashes of white exploded across her irises. The first thing she was was Francess fall against the wall, stumbling across to her, trying to reach her as she saw the dark stain spread across the young woman's belly.

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[info]hayden_maragos
2009-06-20 10:50 pm UTC (link)
Hayden's gun hadn't stopped firing. One of his bullets had torn through the skull of another fugitive, the rest bouncing off stationary objects that provided cover. The room was in chaos. At least three members of his squad were down, and there was nothing left of the signal but smoking wires.

Now the color drained out of Hayden's face. Victoria's neck bled onto her uniform, and there was blood on the corner of her mouth. Not the vampire's mouth, but his wife's. "Put her down!" he yelled, a voice that rarely rose above conversational level straining with his anger. "Now!"

The clock was ticking, but no help was coming. If they kept this up, more of them would die, like Reilly, especially with the rudimentary medicine here, and within days his wife would wake up as somebody else. A demon, an idea she would've despised so much, she would've asked him to stake her on the spot. There wasn't any hope for Victoria, unless he could get her home and strap her into the machine. He could purge the demon out of her before she chose otherwise. Save her.

His face reflected the strain of the decision. "Halt!" he yelled. "Everybody, drop your weapons! Retreat!" He lowered his firearms to the floor and advanced on the vampire. "Give her to me."

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[info]cougar_cian
2009-06-20 11:07 pm UTC (link)
Cian had just recovered his vision after he'd seen their equipment destroyed by the witch and was lifting his weapon to take aim at her. She had started across the room and was perfectly within his sights when his leader yelled, and the witch looked like she ducked, where in fact she was kneeling to see to an injured fugitive. The sum result was his bullets went shy of her, but hit another behind her.

He turned to see what had caused Maragos to give such an order, never having heard him call as such before. And he saw the two figures, identical, of the man's wife.

His weapon lowered as did his jaw.

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[info]vicky_foxworth
2009-06-20 11:49 pm UTC (link)
The fanged Victoria did not look upon this as murdering herself. Technically, the act had done so, but the cause was justified and it had been a calculated risk, in full knowledge of her other self being capable of resurrection back to human life. For a precious few moments, she had looked down upon that face, slumbering in death. Now, ironically, she really could say to Deanna that she knew how she felt. The feelings she experienced, though, were very strange. Even now, a part of her vampiric self was literally taking root within that body. Transforming the mind. Realigning old perceptions. Transforming the woman, anew.

Perhaps the most peculiar thing about it was the flavour of drainnig her own blood. To taste it from an accidental cut, was one thing. To swallow another version of herself, into undeath, was quite another.

And, for a few moments, both Victorias were somehow closer, on a metaphysical level, than could be claimed of any family members. Dimensional twins, with one sired by the other. The philosophical implications were astonishing.

Cautiously approaching, she gauged the man to have common sense. He would know there was nothing to be gained by continuing this. To resurrect his wife, there was no option but to travel back. They would just have to be content with reporting that most of their prey had eluded them.

"Take good care of me," she said, moving to hand over her would-be vampire carbon copy. "But before I do, we want those... Whatever you call them. On your wrists. The things you're gonna' use to leap back home. My new friends are going to make sure you can't ever get back here."

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[info]rhiannon_lee
2009-06-21 09:59 am UTC (link)
Rhiannon heard the vampire's command. They wanted to alter the programming, make it so the devices didn't record their last location, and the Inquisitors couldn't find their way back to this place. She hurriedly unbuckled the portal generator from her wrist and Connor's. She set them on the floor and skidded them towards the nearest fugitive, which happened to be the witch.

"It's the knob on the right," she yelled, "At the bottom. You can set it to erase the last destination." It was a protective measure built into the gear, so that no one could steal an Inquisitor's equipment and use it to get back to their home. Elsewhere around the room, other squad members took off theirs and did the same, waiting for the items to be given back. "Just hurry up!"

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[info]out_of_body
2009-06-21 10:06 am UTC (link)
As with other stomach aches, Francess wanted to ball up into fetal position and cradle herself, but the tranquilizers in the ammunition kept her from making much movement. She watched Cass coming towards her and saw Ruben's face across the room, but couldn't reach to either of them, except with vocals.

"I might not make it," she said, sounding grim and stoic, like some wise man who had been shot in one of the old, American western films. Had her face muscles possessed the ability to move freely, Fran might've cried like a baby. "Are we going to?"

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[info]hayden_maragos
2009-06-21 10:27 am UTC (link)
Hayden impatiently took the portal generators off his arm and Victoria's. He tossed them in another vampire's direction, Ruben's, the scruffy looking man who hid behind the crates and shot the strategist full of bullets. Then he hauled his wife close to his chest. She didn't weigh much, but the extra strain on his leg made backing away a difficulty. "Do whatever you have to, but only give back half of the generators. We'll go home in pairs. You take the other set and leave here."

The least that could be done by their squad was to insure that this place didn't bear the burden of their mistakes. Another might, but then again, there may not be another place like it.

He looked around the room at those remaining. Lee, Reilly, and O'Neill were easily spotted. He couldn't see Richards, O'Rourke, Bryson, Hashimoto, Haig or Guevara. God, had they lost all of them? He hoped they were elsewhere in the warehouse, taking cover.

He looked down at the unconscious face of his beautiful wife. When she woke up, she was going to hate things in turns: herself for being beaten, him for surrendering, and maybe him for not killing her outright; she might see herself as tainted.

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[info]first_born_son
2009-06-21 03:03 pm UTC (link)
"Shot. I'm shot. He shot me."

The pain was huge, and Connor fought off shock, clenching his teeth as Rhiannon wrapped her jacket around his shoulder. There had been wounds in the past, but nothing like this. Blood, sticky and warm, soaked into his shirt and jacket, running down his arm to drip onto the floor.

"Rhiannon?" He looked up at his colleague face, feeling the portal generator being unbuckled and removed from his arm. He'd heard the explosion, seen the sparks coming up from the machine. Everything kept trying to swim out of focus. His entire arm was one big ball of agony. "Rhiannon."

He tried to sit up, sagged back onto the floor. "You're hurt." This close he could smell burning hair, see the welts rising on her arm. "I'm...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, this was never what I wanted."

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[info]city_limits_npc
2009-06-21 03:25 pm UTC (link)
"Fran!"

Once he was sure there was going to be a stand-down, Ruben darted out from behind the crates where he'd taken cover, the wrist device in one hand and the gun in the other. Be fucked if he was going to give one them the chance to take him out now.

"Oh, you sons-of-bitches, look what you did." The vampire knelt down beside the wounded girl, pulled her halfway into his lap. He knew she'd been tranquilized, that the bullets were somehow treated with anesthetic, but the idea that she might be feeling less pain did nothing to ease his mood. Francess was just a girl, and even he knew this was wrong.

"Gimme your hand, okay? We're gettin' out of here, you'll see."

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[info]3milleniumplus
2009-06-21 09:11 pm UTC (link)
Cassandra didn't know what to do with the units the woman had sent skittling her way and looked around, desperate to get to Francess and see what she could do, to stop the bleeding and get her away to safety where she could heal her properly.

But she knew this was important, making changes to the equipment to prevent these people from ever returning. When she saw the vampire run to Francess she picked the units up and handed them to him. "Do you know what to do with these?" she asked him desperately, her magic mainly used to heal, or create energy from the life forces to strengthen them, and machinery was not her forte. That she had been able to do what she had to the machine they needed to destroy was something she had had to draw back on many many years of magick and very old enchantments.

New age technology, and adjusting it? Was beyond her.

"I will help Francess, don't be concerned." She looked desperately at him, knowing if she didn't start helping Francess soon it could be too late. The dark stain of her blood was spreading frighteningly fast.

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[info]city_limits_npc
2009-06-21 09:39 pm UTC (link)
Ruben made some noise way down in his chest, and the gun clattered to the floor before he moved aside. If Cassandra could help, could keep Francess alive, he'd be glad to step aside.

"Please," was all he said, his gaze fixed on the witch-healer's face before he looked at Fran again. The feeling part of him felt a little like a bad tooth, raw and hurting. She must live, must pull through, if only because she'd been kind to him once.

"Just...I'll figure these damned things out, just help her."

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[info]3milleniumplus
2009-06-22 07:28 am UTC (link)
Cassandra nodded, turning to Francess and holding her once Ruben eased back and handed her over to Cass. She hoped he could do whatever it was they needed done to the panels - this place did not deserve their types to be returning here and destroying what strange and unusual peace there was here.

"Francess? Look at me, sweetheart. Look at me and listen to me," she said, her eyes meeting the young woman's, her voice again starting to change. The soft lilt was like a caring caress to senses that were frayed and damaged, easing worry and lending strength to those who chose to hear it. Her hand moved down Francess's body and laid over the top of the young woman's, the dark red staining her fingers, running through them and across her skin.

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[info]rhiannon_lee
2009-06-22 01:24 pm UTC (link)
"You're damned right to be sorry." Rhiannon's words were tight and she bound the jacket more firmly around Connor's shoulder to staunch the bleeding. Each movement of her own arm made her nerve endings scream, but there were larger concerns. She bent down to his ear and said, "It's all your fault, which means you have to make it up to me, understand?" She kissed his temple and hoped they'd give the devices back soon.

She heard the confusion over the devices and made the instructions a second time. "If you have a portal generator, turn the bottom right dial until the screen gives you the option to erase the last destination. Do it and throw them back, and hurry, or I swear to god, we're going to going to start shooting again." The fact that her hand didn't grab a weapon showed she didn't want that to be the option.

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[info]out_of_body
2009-06-22 01:30 pm UTC (link)
Francess settled into Cass and Ruben's care. She felt the pressure of a palm on her stomach and knew that she'd be taken care of, no matter what happened. "I'm still not sure I believe in god," she said, watching the witch work her magic, "But I do think we'll all be better soon."

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[info]hayden_maragos
2009-06-22 01:34 pm UTC (link)
Once half the portal devices were back in hand, Hayden ordered them quickly dispersed to his squad, and the coordinates tuned to home. They would hold onto each other and leave in pairs or threes.

The fugitives were given the other half, which were dialed to another location.

He hefted Victoria's weight and gave the command to leave. After a countdown from five, the Inquisitors were gone.

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[info]vicky_foxworth
2009-06-22 07:21 pm UTC (link)
Watching herself leave, Victoria silently wondered what her alternative self's journey could have been, to have created such an opposition to the supernatural world. Whatever it was, it must have been traumatic, she wagered.

And, ultimately, meant she once had the capacity to have turned out similarly.

Strange how things turned out.

Almost as weird as the thought of her being married, perhaps. Technically, she was bisexual, but only vampirism had granted her the greater preference for women. The man her other self was with... As natural as his animosity to her was, she hoped their matrimony was a healthy one.

This was a tale for Deanna, that much was sure. For Star, too, who she had not wanted getting involved. A powerful sorceress, to be sure, but not only had everything been at short-notice, but there would have been too much to have distracted her own actions. Her part in this deed had been taken care of.

And somewhere, out there, were literally whole worlds of possibilities. Watching science-fiction, was one thing. Having it brought home to you, in no uncertain terms, was quite another.

At least one thing was a constant: Rhiannon absolutely, positively, was destined to fight supernature, no matter where she was. This whole episode was something she would have to write of in her book.

She understood the fugitives' reasons for leaving, although did voice her personal welcome, should they wish to stay. She could only wish them a friendly farewell, when they made to depart.

Even so, the vampiress could not help hiding a smile as she voiced, "Live long and prosper..."

Perhaps they would get it, perhaps not.

As always, it's the thought which counts.

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[info]crusoe_of_awe
2009-06-21 05:08 pm UTC (link)
He knew this was a bad idea. He should not have come back. He never should not have allied with this group, but he had no choice after he became a wanted man because he knew the ways of magic. He had not even had a chance to use any of it. It had been so sudden. The bullet pierced his chest before he even had a chance to do anything. He laid on the floor and waited for it to all end.

He listened to the shouting and gun fire while he laid there near the doorway. He hoped at least that Clemence made it. He laughed. At least they had fun. They should never had returned, and now it was over.

Daniel Crusoe took his last breath with his eyes wide open looking up at the ceiling of the warehouse.

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