http://capture-worlds.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] capture-worlds.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-09-02 08:18 pm

The F Afterglow (Thread takes a ride on the Train of Time [read: Bendy-Timed] to before Mole Plot)

(OOC notes: This might be kind of complicated, so I apologize if I mess something up: Basically, the middle section, for Visiting Hours, is open to anyone and everyone who wants to tag in: The first section is a flashback for Tsukasa, Nanashi, Rei, and Security, while the third is for Tsukasa and Nanashi to snark on one another. And now, with all that out of the way: Let's...Go On!)

Nighttime aboard Stacy: Folks, for the most part, snug as a bug in their beds. Except for a few, of course; like one Tsukasa Kadoya. He was up, taking some nighttime photos, enjoying the darkness. He browsed the city, taking pictures of things that seemed interesting. In a city, though, one can find many interesting things if one looks around. This is a tale of such an instance of looking around.

Re: The F Afterglow / The Devil's Hands are Cold

[identity profile] sanguineroyal.livejournal.com 2010-09-06 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Nanashi skirted the blast. She hadn't been expecting it though, and was grazed on her arm. The skin took seconds to reform and she seemed unaffected by neither the injury nor the damage done to the building that had been behind her.

"That hu~urt," she mocked, sliding her long hair over one shoulder. She smiled cruelly, "I do not know what a Fangire is, sir, but I am afraid you are mistaken. I am a Vampire. Vam-pie-er. The Queen of Vampires. And am am far better than 'pretty good' pretty boy."

She sped behind him, rushing past him as she drew her sword directly into him, leaving a nice cut across his... armour? Just his armour? There were sparks flying, sure, but did it really not cut through his armour?

Nanashi curled back her lips, turning on her heel, and rushing back at him again, katana out. She sliced it across his chest, but she could feel that it didn't break through. Of course, the sword wasn't meant for heavy armour, but his armour didn't look that heavy...

Re: The F Afterglow / The Devil's Hands are Cold

[identity profile] watchwith3hands.livejournal.com 2010-09-06 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Rei was not one to curse. He thought it was vulgar, and that breath was wasted on words that didn't have a positive point to them. But when the blast shot past Nanashi and into the building behind her, every curse he knew in Portuguese, English, and Spanish came tumbling from his lips. He probably would have signed some curses too, if his hands weren't preoccupied with keeping him from falling flat on his face. He needed to get out of here. He needed medical attention. He needed to be away from the buildings if the two fighters continued to miss each other and damage them.

The problem was, he was in no condition to be hauling himself all the way to medbay. Maybe he could get himself away from here, get on the comm device and --

Then he realized it. Stacy wasn't stopping anything. No tentacles were coming down from the ceiling and pulling the fighters apart. No warnings were being handed out, no sedative applied... something was wrong here. Very, very wrong.

Rei stayed still for a moment, not sure what to do. Then the Promethean Guild rule book started running through his head. The training he'd had, the procedures he'd helped form under various aliases. In the event of a metahuman battle in public space, follow these steps. He carefully got to his feet, shaking, but willing himself not to fall over. Evacuate all civilians in the area. Retreat to a safe distance yourself. Going was slow, but he forced himself to put on foot in front of the other and move. He couldn't walk in a straight line, and wound up leaned against a building. That was okay. He could use it as support. He moved along the wall, slipping into the space between buildings. He put a few buildings distance between him and the fight. Close enough to hear it, but far enough to be out of range.

Survey the fight. If you are able, get involved and break it up in a neutral manner. If you are not able to do so, call for appropriate back up. He fumbled in his pocket, pulling out his omnicom. He didn't want to try and type something with his hands shaking the way they were, so he dictated this message. (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_channel/227588.html)

Re: The F Afterglow / The Devil's Hands are Cold

[identity profile] sanguineroyal.livejournal.com 2010-09-06 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
If Nanashi had been paying attention to her omnicomm she would have informed Rei that he didn't need a transfusion, but food and rest. Really, she had more control than to take enough blood to make it an emergency. He would just be feeling weak for a while. He'd be fine by tomorrow.

But rather than paying attention to her omnicomm she was a bit busy trying to not get shot. She could survive the blast, but it would hurt. In these close quarters she barely had enough room to dodge, let alone to really fight properly. Not with three opponents at least. She laughed at Decade, mockingly cooing, "Really, is that the fastest you can go?" She turned and began to run at near-full speed out to the street, where it would be more open. She would just have to wait a second or so before running Decade through with her sword. That wasn't too long, right?

Re: The F Afterglow / The Devil's Hands are Cold

[identity profile] sanguineroyal.livejournal.com 2010-09-09 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Nanashi slammed into the building in front of her, taking out a wall.

Now, that really hurt.

Some snapping and cracking could be heard from among the rubble as things fixed themselves. She wasn't entirely sure what that thing was, but it had a 'time out' He couldn't keep using it.

Nanashi growled and rose from the debris, abandoning her katana in favour of hand-to-hand combat. She used her full force to strike at the over-confident man in a weird suit, and just as he lifted off the ground, she kicked to send him flying into a building this time.

She was really angry now. It was no longer an amusing game. Now she wanted this guy dead. "You cur, who do you think you are?"
goddamnwingman: (Ready and waiting)

Re: The F Afterglow / The Devil's Hands are Cold

[personal profile] goddamnwingman 2010-09-09 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
((OOC: One shot done with permission of both muns.))

If very little could stand against the kick, then the best place to be was behind the person doing the kick.

Nightwing dropped in behind Decade, escrima sticks at the ready. "Wow. I've been accused of some awful dialog, but you two take the cake."

The fight needed to be ended quickly, before somebody else ended up in the middle of it. Which meant quick, hard hits to knock each of the fighters out. Luckily, he had surprise on his side, letting him get them in before either could go after him as an interloper.

Which left him alone with two unconscious fighters. Nightwing looked at them, slightly surprised as Decade's armor disappeared. "Well. That's at least a hundred pounds I don't have to lug to the precinct."

Which was what he did. Slowly, sure, but he got them both to the precinct. At least by then, he wasn't alone when he needed to get them booked.

Re: The F Afterglow / The Devil's Hands are Cold

[identity profile] watchwith3hands.livejournal.com 2010-09-10 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Realized it would be a good idea to give Mindy/Shard a reference to where Rei is]

After he'd composed the message, Rei had sat down. No, more like slumped against a building and just collapsed. He felt tired, and he couldn't stop shivering, even though the ship was so warm. His heart was racing, and he'd been experiencing head rushes while he'd walked over here.

He could faintly hear the sounds of the battle, and then he thought they stopped, but really, at this point, he didn't really care about anyone but himself. Just staying focused was his main goal right now, and that itself was difficult.