Acension Revival

[Rayleonarde]

From out of no where, a large armored van pulled in behind Clare and Al. At the wheel was the masked man from the party, the Zambian. He waved gently at the two in front of him.


Inside the van, four men were working at a black metal frame and setting up something elaborate.

[[INACTIVE]]

The sedan stopped and the driver sighed, "That's not one of ours...." They drove up into a hidden place and got out. They quickly scurried over to them and hid watching the events play out.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al looked in the rear view, cocking an eyebrow at the wave. Him? From the party? Shit, this is bad news. "Clare, we've got possible company directly behind us. Gonna have to ask you stop saving my life for a few seconds so I can make sure they won't end ours."

[Rayleonarde]

The top of the van split open, and an armored copula armed with a mini-gun rose up. After a few moments, Al's ((or Clare's, depending on who has a)) phone received a text.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al's eyes widened. Oh find me in the alps! "This.... this is not good..." Al looked down at his phone, reading the text message.

[[INACTIVE]]

The driver who was a feret looked over at the passenger who was a eagle. Began to speak, "Oi. Why don't we have one of 'ose?" The hawk replied, "We Do... Now shut it and listen."

[Rayleonarde]

The text read as follows:


Keep driving until you see Warehouse 1818. Drive in there, and we'll talk. ~Z

The Mini gun scanned the street, ready to shoot anything that seemed off.

[[INACTIVE]]

The two saw that the mini gun began to roll towards them. They sunk down so they wouldn't be spotted.


"This is bullshit..." The feret whispered


"Do you want to be swiss cheese? Shut it then." The eagle said with an annoyed ton

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al let his eye revert to blue again and slowly weighed back into his chair. One job. ONE. JOB. ONE ASSHOLE THAT HAD TO BE IN THE WAY OF THE BULLET. He took a deep breath out and put his phone away. "Well, how do you feel about a leisurely conversation with the guy currently threatening us with what looks to be a 3000RPM minigun?"

[Tina]

Clare glanced out the back a moment, getting an odd feeling about something behind them, then sighed and smiles as she noticed Al's wound. "You focus on driving, I'll get you fixed up, okay?" she said, leaning over to work on Al. "...And I've been good. It's been a while since we kicked some butt together."


Zanthe warily shook Lucas's hand. "Charmed," she said, her expression never changing. She did lift a hand to wave back to Kammy, however. Those things done, she turned to Clover. "...Six months, huh?" she asked. "Quite the feat for two weeks. Give or take half
a week."

"I keep telling her six month equivalent..." Clover mutters before clearing her throat at kammy, who shrugs.
"Yes well...gremlims pump babies out like there's no tomorrow. Since I am only half, I have about a week left...and guess how many I have in me." Before Zanthe could answer Clover held up three fingers, meaning she was having triplets.

Post Merge: October 02, 2016, 06:07:12 AM

Moka quickly drew a hand gun on the the ground and picked it up to shoot the doctor.


Post Merge: October 02, 2016, 03:37:42 AM
Moka quickly drew a hand gun on the the ground and picked it up to shoot the doctor.

*The Doctors body suddenly turned into a murder of crows, before reforming and sending 6 crows in her direction*

Moka ran out of ammo and let out a silent scream as she couldn't draw fast enough. 


"Leave her alone!" Alice cried and tried to invade the doctors mind.

[SadDubwool]

*The doctor slowly turnt his head towards alice as his mind gave garbled and messy feedback*

[Tina]

Alice tried to maintain but she kept seeing horrifying images and the feed back eventually knocked her out cold.


(Where is red?

[SadDubwool]

*Red charged towards the figure, who dodged him before grabbing him by the neck and drawing his syringes*

[Tina]

Moka struggled against the crows and managed to draw an awkwardly shaped bomb and blew it up.

[SadDubwool]

*The doctor flinched and looked at the dead crows the laid around moka, he breathed heavily as the injuries formed on his body*