She took the offered cloths gratefully and stepped behind the door and spilled the pants on and then the shirt before wriggling the towel off. She opened the door completely and smiled as she handed the man his now wet towel. "Thank you sir. Your very nice." This is the part she hated. The childish speech she had to put on to act the age role she was in was absolutely abysmal. It made her feel as if she was loosing IQ points every time she used it.
She looked at the other female and tilted her head curiously. Then her eyes traveled to the lumps upon her back and her eyes narrowed. Had she seriously not only run in to a supernatural but one of her own 'kind' as well? How ironic she thought to herself. When she was out getting lost and found she still couldn't even get away from them. However she didnt know for sure. This could just be a disfigured girl. A female version of the hunchback of Notre Dame perhaps? She would need to wait and see.
Post by Ciriel Avalon on Mar 1, 2013 2:34:41 GMT -5
"Thank you..." Ciriel smiled, feeling a little bad for needing help with the shirt. If only she could hide her wings with a better method. But that would take some time to figure out. In the meantime she would have to struggle with hiding them from public eyes. Like that of the girl that now stood before them.
She must have been the one that was at the door. The look she gave her made the angel feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if she were being scrutinized. The girl seemed so young, but perhaps there was more to her than she saw. Even though she had not met another being like herself, she had sort of hoped for some kind of companionship from another of her kind.
Trying to dismiss the thought, she looked over at Rurik, who appeared to be rather ragged and worn out. A look of concern flashing on her face, she followed the man, hands clasped before her. "You look tired... is there anything I can do to help you?" she asked. It was the least she could do after all for his help. However for the time being it seemed as if he was off in his own little world, for now at least.
Hearing the winged woman thank him he nodded to her before grabbing a pair of scissors off his table and handing them to her. "Do as you please with the shirt, I have many. Yeah, I haven't slept in..." It took him a few seconds to think of when he had last actually slept but looking at his phone he looked back at her and answered. "6 days now? Thanks for the offer but once every thing settles down here I will go to sleep."
Taking the towel from the girl he looked at the baggy clothes on her, rolling the towel up he stepped over and tossed it into the basket in the laundry room before walking back over to the young woman. "You're welcome, now I don't usually let random girls into my house. A, who are you. B, why were you out there in those clothes and so dirty and C, where do you live?"
Seeing the girl eye the winged woman he scratched his cheek, he couldn't shrug the feeling of the girl wasn't just who she looked to be. Walking over he grabbed the chair and spun it around, sitting down in front of his desk he sighed and slouched back as he waited for his answers.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Mar 1, 2013 3:01:19 GMT -5
Not good, not good, thought the hybrid as he flew through evening sky. Go for it, take a break. You dont relax enough, the hybrid mocked in his own mind as he beat his soaked wings more powerfully in a feeble attempt to stay aloft in the rain.
Tyr began looking for at least a half decent place to land, but his view was limited and he seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Perfect. "Maybe I should start watching the weather channel," he growled, giving wet wings yet another flap. In his head, the hybrid berated himself for being so unprepared.
It was futile, the Tyr knew. The dark feathers of his wings were absorbing water and growing heavier by the second, not to mention the hybrid was by now soaked thoroughly to the bone. He could feel weariness setting in, and if his wings cramped... Tyr could come crashing down and that would be the end of him. So the hybrid began to descend towards the first house he saw, the only house he saw.
Still a good fifty feet or so from the ground, Tyr arched his back in pain, filling the air with curses as his wings gave out and he plummeted towards the ground. Through the sharp pain in his back though, he kept the presence of mind to be aware of the danger he was in if he hit the ground from such a height, Tyr tried to flap his wings to slow his fall, but that just sent him reeling out of control for one would not respond to his call.
Tyr refused to panic and did the next best thing. If he could not fly, he could at least glide some, so the hybrid spread his wings out as best he could in a feeble attempt to glide the rest of the way towards the house, more than willing to take the fall to the roof rather than the full one to the ground, Tyr braced himself for the impact, instinctively tightening up his muscles and reinforcing himself with his power, that power being to create a tough barrier of water around himself as well as one that repulsed metal, which should protect him from most harm.
Landing on his left side, the crash still knocked the wind out of Tyr. He fell through at least one roof, though to him it felt as though he had fallen through five stories. The hybrid was unsure if he had passed out momentarily, but if he had it had only been for a few seconds.
Aware of a red hot pain in his left wing and shoulder, Tyr clawed his right hand over to feel them. The shoulder felt... Wrong. Every attempt to move it made him gasp with renewed agony. Dislocated, perhaps. His wing felt wet to the touch. That wasn't all that unusual, as he had just been flying in the rain. But it hurt. More than his shoulder, even. So he felt for the most painful spot, feeling something jagged and broken. Tyr winced. It could be anything from glass to wood to metal, from his crash through the roof. But it could also be much worse, a compound fracture maybe. The hybrid brought his hand to his mouth and tasted it. Some what yes, but there was blood as well. Tyr decided to treat it as a compound fracture until he got somewhere he could examine it for sure.
The hybrid shifted, trying to stand. His ankle throbbed, warning it might have been twisted, but his leg supported his weight so he assumed it could not be too bad. Tyr froze when he heard movement and possibly voices below. The house was occupied.
Last Edit: Mar 3, 2013 19:00:56 GMT -5 by Tyrant Creed
Post by Aoife Doyle on Mar 1, 2013 15:00:48 GMT -5
Aoife smiled up at the male sweetly, contemplating answering his questions rapid fire in her head. Then she decided the best source....to answer them all truthfully. "My name is Aoife, sir. I was outside and all muddy because I am on the run from my orphanage that I despise and slipped and fell down the hill." She continued her sweet smile, putting her arms behind her back and holding her wrists looking up at the male all innocently with her sweet smile. That was until....
CRASH!!!
Aoife's head jerked upwards and she looked at the ceiling. Her hands flew to her hips and grabbed...Nothing! She looked frantically around and dove towards the laundry room. She cast her eyes frantically, searching until...there they where! Fallen upon the floor where Rurik had thrown her dress in to be washed. Two holsters holding metal tessen where wrapped upon the ground and she pulled out the metallic fans. Feeling safer with them in her hands she jumped behind Rurik and hid there, peeking out from behind him up at the ceiling wondering exactly what and WHO had suddenly come smashing through the roof that had been keeping them all warm and dry.
She shivered, fear coursing through her body at the unknown of what was going on around her. She hated not knowing what was happening, she hated these strange people interrupting her learning of knew normal people. She wanted to get to know this normal man, this male who looked as he should for the most part. The female....well she was obviously an angel....she may look like she was suppose to but Aoife was dubious upon that so the female was a secondary priority then the human male who was currently sheltering her and protecting her.
Post by Ciriel Avalon on Mar 1, 2013 15:12:33 GMT -5
Ciriel had moved on to the bedroom when the hole had been torn through the roof, the girl jumping in surprise. She turned toward the closed door, opening it a crack and peering through, seeing a winged figure laying there. She frowned, closing the door before going back to her belongings. The angel would soon step out from the bedroom, on the other side of Rurik and Aoife, her right hand clasped around a still-sheathed katana. Rarely had she ever found the need to unsheathe the only thing she had come to this world with, but it offered her some sort of comfort in the unknown. She would never dare to leave it anywhere that was not in reach, despite her rather gentle nature.
Hoping that it wasn't anything too serious, the angel made her way up the stairs, clasping her weapon tightly in case it was some hostile creature looking for a meal. As she came across the figure on the second floor however, she stopped and stared, noticing the wings. Shuffling toward the fallen figure, she reached out and nudged his side with the sheathed weapon, jumping back as he began to stir. She did not pull her blade from its protection just yet, wanting to see who or what this man was, and why he had put a hole in the roof, rain pouring in from the opening, and down upon the surrounding area.
listening to the girls story he was curious why she ran away and how long had she been running, he didnt hear about any one disappearing around here so she must of been running for quite a while. Looking at her sweet smile he could tell she was faking it, speaking in that speach pattern seemed to be more difficult then normal to her.
When he heard the crash he looked up, wondering what happened when he saw the girl run off to the laundry room and looked around, looking back at the ceiling. He thought it might of been a tree but when he heard the movement he quickly ran to the desk, reaching under he pulled out his shotgun he had for self defense. Pulling back the pump he checked and saw a shell in it, pushing it back up he saw the winged woman grab her sword and head towards the stairs, the girl behind him he said "Get in the tub and hide". Shocked and slightly panicking he quickly ran up and tried to grab her before she walked up the stairs. "Ciriel!" Slowly making his way up the stairs he could see through the doorway, it looked human but had wings like the winged woman. the mass quantity of caffeine and lack of sleep caused him to start hallucinating. Seeing the water behind him turn to flames his heart started pumping faster as more adrenaline pumped into his system.
The adrenaline was already rushing through his veins, he quickly turned around the corner and pulled the trigger, shooting steel shot when the demons chest was in his sights. Reaching out he tried to grab Ciriel and pull her back to safety.
Last Edit: Mar 3, 2013 6:27:44 GMT -5 by Rurik Sokol
Post by Tyrant Creed on Mar 3, 2013 7:04:51 GMT -5
Lying there, Tyr could here urgent footsteps moving up in the house towards him. Somehow he didn't feel they were coming to welcome him to the neighborhood.
He tried to get up. He really did, but his arms just kept giving out as he attempted to lift himself up. The hybrid was completely off balance, with one dark wing curled protectively at his side while the other flapped in some feeble attempt to lift him to his feet. Tyr looked like some injured bird a child hit with a rock and stomped on but wasn't quite dead yet...
But that was besides the point. Eventually, he stopped trying to move so much and focused on using his powers to lift him up by will alone. Tyr had done it before, when wishing to move silently without having to worry about walking on the ground. His mind was slightly fogged, so he started out with a small field based on his abilities to manipulate metals and water, and began to lift himself up when something nudged his side. Or attempted to. It was stopped by the field, but Tyr nearly dropped it from surprise, issuing a yelp that elevated to a shriek when he rolled over onto his injured wing to get away from whatever had poked him.
His vision was still blurry, but Tyr could still make out the form of someone. A woman? Holding some sort of sword. It's blurry outline suggested katana, but he could not be sure. What the hybrid did know was that it was a weapon and he didn't want it near him.
The hybrid tightened his barrier, in case she came at him. That would be unacceptable, as Tyr was rather fond of living. Tyr didn't have the time to be gentle, so he growled and snapped his shoulder back into place, gasping as it reset in the socket. That would have to do for now, but there was nothing he could do about his wing.
Tyr was recovering his strength and coherence quickly when the man came in with the gun and fired it. Oh, now that was a big no no. By then, the hybrid had managed to lift himself six inches from the ground but allowed himself to drop back down. The impact slammed the wind out of him, but he tightened his concentration on the field surrounding him, reinforcing it with some of the water raining down.
The shot hit the hybrid's field with enough force to make Tyr see spots, but it held. Tyr gave out a small laugh to unnerve his attackers, though he really wasn't feeling it. His body felt like hell, but his mind felt up to blasting mountains again.
With what now felt like a slight push, using the water soaking his clothing and covering the floor, Tyr shoved himself to his feet, gathering the shot in a compact ball in front of him. "Is that... anyway... to treat... a guest?" The hybrid managed to gasp out. Azure eyes turning a cold blue as the scene sharpened before him. A man holding a shotgun and a woman... with a lumpy back or just really bad sweater, with a katana. Great, just what a broken Tyr needed.
Last Edit: Mar 3, 2013 19:31:32 GMT -5 by Tyrant Creed
Post by Aoife Doyle on Mar 6, 2013 23:52:04 GMT -5
Aoife ran towards the bathroom as she had been told to, slipping inside and half closing the door. She watched the man stepping up the stairs carrying a shotgun and she read his mind briefly, gathering the fear and worry with in his mind. She shut the door, worrying about what was happening to the nice male who had let her shower and borrow cloths. She felt anger welling inside her and she ran to the sink. Finding no mirror or cabinet to search through she groaned in frustration then knelt and jerked the cabinet open. She began pulling things from the cabinet and hurling them behind her until she heard something smash as she threw it. She blinked and looked behind her and picked up a shard of broken mirror that had been painted black. She touched her finger and smiled at the blood that sprung forth.
She stood up and stepped to the window and lifted it. Sitting on the ledge she swung her legs out and jumped back out in to the down pouring rain. Having no wings despite her angelic heritage she floated instead upwards along the side of the house. She flew upwards over the roof and instantly spotted the huge whole smashed through the roof. Flying over it the 'young' female saw a winged man slowly standing up. Words flowed from his lips, as a metallic sphere hovered in front of him.
"Is that... anyway... to treat... a guest?"
Aoife narrowed her eyes, them simply stopped flying. She plummeted like a stone, dropping towards the male's back. Although her weight would mean nothing to the daemon, the two small arms she attempted to wrap around his neck to press the shard of glass in to his throat and attempt to jerk it from one ear to the other as her lips parted and she let out a horrific, ear piercing soprano scream directly in to the male's left ear attempting to disorientated him at the same time she was attempting to slice his throat from ear to ear.
The great Ungrith'tar stood in the middle of the storm, water cascading down his ebony fur in rivulets. He cared little for the fact he was completely drench, but very much was enjoying the storm itself. He continued walking wondering if he should attempt to find some shelter for he was clearly not going to find any sign of the creatures he wished to hunt. Also, people tended to hide indoors during this kind of weather, further limited his search for clues. Baal swung his head from side to side; enormous horns glistening wetly in the rain as the liquid dripped from them almost making them look as if blood was dripping from the black horns tipped with white.
The Ungrith'tar's ears twitched as a crash of wood came from a short ways away. He walked in that direction, hooves sinking in to the ground as he moved. Could a tree have fallen, destroying a house? People could be inside, trapt and injuries or in danger. He couldn't simply leave them. Coming down a slope he indeed spotted a home but there was not a tree upon it. A hole was smashed through the roof however so perhaps a branch had fallen. Going to the front door, he twisted the handle and found it unlocked. Pushing the portal open he strode through sucking slightly to enter. His heavy hooved clipped upon the floor loudly.
A high pitched, shrill scream sounded from above him and Ba'alzamon jerked his was upwards. He moved hastily towards a set of stairs and mounted them rapidly knowing one could be of the essence to save the trapt and/or injured female who screamed so. He came upon the next floor and hustled down the hallway, floor creaking beneath his weight before he stopped and stared at the sight before him. A man holding a shotgun, a woman holding a sword in a baggy lumpy sweater, a male with wings standing before them, and a young girl attached to the winged male's back holding a piece of something black clearly attempting to slash the male's throat.
Post by Ciriel Avalon on Mar 10, 2013 0:15:46 GMT -5
Before she knew it, the entire hallway had become rather crowded, what was once a one-on-one encounter soon having multiple people involved. No sooner had the winged man attempted to stand did he come under assault by the angel's host and other guest, both of which seemed repelled by his existence as they attempted to strike him down.
"A bit much..." she blinked, watching as Rurik immediately began firing at him with a shotgun, the smaller girl appearing out of the sky to land on his back, and strike with something she held in her hand. Ciriel glanced at the sheathed sword she held in both hands, taking a step back from what was quickly escalating into a violent encounter. It was then that she heard the creaking coming from behind her, causing the angel to turn around and see the towering figure at the end of the hallway that now stood and watched the scene unfolding under the damaged roof.
The girl thought she had seen everything, until now it seemed. Not only were there other winged beings like her, they did not seem as welcome as she had been. Meanwhile there also appeared to be stranger beings in this word, the animal-like man standing by the stairs proof of that. With that, the girl rubbed her head.
Post by Rurik Sokol on Mar 10, 2013 0:23:11 GMT -5
He fired another 3 rounds at the demons chest, he saw the male flinch with the first shot. His mind was racing as to why the demon wasn't filled with holes and he was just holding the rounds in front of him. He was going to take another shot before he saw the girl he told to hide in the bathroom falling onto the male trying to get at his throat with the mirror he hid. The loud scream, he would swear he saw the sound when she screamed at first.
His head was pounding, his heart was racing and he was shaking from the adrenaline. His brain was playing tricks on him making him see shadows moving and water being distorted. The sound of hooves and something heavy walking towards him made him turn around, seeing a Minotaur from the legends he started laughing and stepped back against the wall before sliding down and setting the gun down beside him in the hallway. Trying to stop laughing he shook his head and took a deep breath before speaking. "Holy fuck i'm tripping right now.."
He started thinking quickly as to what he took that would be making him hallucinate this badly. Lack of sleep and adrenaline only cause minor hallucinations not ones of seeing minotaur's, demons and angels. At that moment something in his head snapped into place when he realized that he wasn't hallucinating. Standing up quickly he grabbed the shotgun in his right hand and stared at the beast, he didn't need another enemy in his house, although if he was a foe he could of killed Rurik a long time ago.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Mar 13, 2013 13:51:08 GMT -5
((some of what is below may seem like godmodding, but is not. i wrote as if aoife can not escape the water trapping her because, since she is the one who threw herself into it with her post, she can not. that is a fact, not something that can be disputed. all you have to do is actually read her post. because of this, what i did is not actually godmodding, according to the actual definition of what godmodding is.))
Tyr sighed, capturing the mans additional hits with relative ease and adding them to the floating ball. This was fast growing tiresome. The hybrid was almost indignant, as he had done nothing to deserve such aggression from these people. Here was tyr, trying to cut back on his power usage, but they were not giving him much of a choice in the matter. The hybrid began to worry that he might have to kill them all, or be killed himself.
It was all the hybrid could do to avoid sighing aloud eye he detected a disturbance in the rain flow above him. Something, or someone, was blocking it. Instead, tyr just sighed inwardly and waited for the attack that was sure to come. When the girl dropped down to stab him, there wasn't much for him to do.the hybrid had never dismissed his barrier, so he was somewhat disappointed by the pathetic nature of the attack.
With the poor girls obviously poor sensibilities, tyr worried about the state of her intelligence, or lack thereof. He had never dismissed his watery barrier. The hybrid had actually thickened it to be more obvious, yet she had jumped straight onto it and tried to stab him without a second thought. Poor girl, tyr thought her witless. As to how she had gotten above him in the first place, tyr suspected she had flown.this made him worry she might be a supernatural, for all super naturals were dangerous. Even the mentally retarded ones.so the hybrid took steps to treat her as such, willing tendrils of water to flood over her limbs and immobilize her as soon as she landed on the barrier. There really was nothing she could do, to be honest. The girl had willingly thrown herself into a trap that would have been unnecessary if she had given her actions any thought. Check and mate by her own hands, so to speak.
"look,"three hybrid began, holding his hands up in a sign of non aggression"i mean none of you harm." To prove it, tyr moved one hand slightly and the metal ball flooding nearby dissolved and dispersed until nothing was left, along with the metal parts of the girl in the sweater and the guys weapons. "see? Now, everyone needs to just calm down ." Never taking his attention from the others, the hybrid glanced up at the girl who, by all rights and reasons, he should tear to pieces. But he harmed her not.
With the appearance of the minotaur, tyr groaned inwardly. It would be just his luck if he had accidentally stumbled into some super natural league of nations meeting. The hybrid began to suspect that the lumps under the girls sweater were actually wings and that she was an angel by her looks. Great. Sweater girl looked more confused than anything, but had not yet attacked tyr yet so he decided to try to reason with her first. "kin of mine,"he began, for most angels considered each other to be such"i am Michael Mordecai, please ask your associates to stand down. Besides making the poor decision to fly in a rainstorm,i have done nothing wrong." Technically, tyr spoke the truth. He hadn't done anything to them and his birth certificate did still say the original name his mother hadgiven to him, which was Michael with her last name. Tyr was of angelic blood, and he was indistinguishable from an angel.
Turning some of his attention to the girl trapped above him, tyr asked in a confused vice"why are you attacking me?i have given you no reason to do so, young lady." The hybrid was unwilling to kill a child unless he absolutely had to. Neither did tyr blame the man for attacking. He was obviously hysterical and not thinking straight. "lucky fur us both,i have taken no offense to you actions. But child," the hybrids voice grew stern as if scolding a young child, even though he himself was barely 19 "if you do not stop,i may be forced to do something we will both regret." Tyr honestly did not know how to deal with a child that was trying to kill him. How did his father ever put up with him.
Last Edit: Mar 16, 2013 13:16:45 GMT -5 by Tyrant Creed
Post by Aoife Doyle on Apr 1, 2013 22:52:49 GMT -5
((Actually...you are wrong Solemn Creed as usual...she can escape. You forget many things and think that you are the only one who has power and imagination.... and although you enjoy bending the rules to fit your whim, you may try on a true Role play rule for size. This is called an interrupt. Enjoy. Also...just for future reference you are correct about one thing Solemn. What you did wasn't a god mod. It is actually called an auto.))
As Aoife fell she had to admit she didn't think about the fact that her own body would block the rainfall and alert the male to her presence. She had been so caught up on the fact that the kind man who had taken her in was in with out a question or a thought was afraid. More then afraid, the male was in danger and she had leap to his defense instantly. However the male had sensed her presence and moved to defend himself accordingly. Using almost all the water he had gathered to form that stupid barrier, he created tendrils of water that moved towards her limbs to wrap about them and immobilize her. However, the poor boy had made several mistakes......
The first mistake was that he had misjudged the small female instantly and thus underestimated her. He thought her mentally retarded, unintelligent, and a child. How did she know all of this? Oh, that was quite simple. As she was staring directly at the male....she could read his every thought. That also meant that she knew EXACTLY what he was going to do the EXACT moment he decided to do it. She knew he was going to use the water to bind her to defend himself, using up almost all the water he had been as a barrier. She didn't hesitate and used the moment to act.
As the female had agility twice as fast as the male, combined with her ability to read his every thought exactly as he thought them, it would seem as if she was almost precognitive and moving before he had even thought it (thought in reality she was only moving the moment he had decided to use the water). Using her telekinetic powers, she gathered her power and she made a thin wall of telekinetic powers and shoved the water away from herself and the male daemon below her both. This prevented the male from binding the female, and moved the water from away from him as well thus breaking his barrier by his own hand to bind the female.
Thus the female fell unstopped upon the male who had neither moved from beneath her or made any other move to defend himself in his arrogance. As she was falling quite quickly, the impact alone would more then likely break the male's neck, however Aoife wasn't about to leave it on chance. As she was so close already, she didn't have time to reposition her arm, but only the shard of glass in her hand. She turned it from the horizontal orientation to the vertical, and her goal became to drive the shard of glass in to this arrogant daemon's skull. All was by the male's own arrogance and failure to realize that the female who had fallen from the heaven's like...well a guardian angel of the human, was not as she seemed. Check and mate indeed, but for this male and not the "mentally retarded" female angel dropping from the sky.
The Ungrith'tar walk past the poor human holding the worthless firearm. He stepped in to the room and watched the battle unfolding before his eyes as his huge four horns swayed from side to side, each set of which where three feet and four inches long, gleaming a bone white but the last five inches black looking as if they where stained from unwashed blood. He was tired of this battle already, and decided it was time to finish this. He didn't care which way it ended, however he was unwilling to kill the young female. He didn't really want to kill the male either, for he didn't even know the being. Instead he made a split second decision to simply alter the circumstances of this battle.
Using his ability to control and create fire, the male Ungrith'tar began to increase the temperature of the air with in the room. The room began to get hotter exponentially as the water pooled upon the floor that was being unused by the male began to evaporate. The heat increased, before suddenly fire exploded in to life cascading along the walls, a shimmering river of liquid blue heat that increased the heat of the room to well beyond swelting. The blue flames didn't burn the wooden walls showing their magical nature while the blue coloration showed their incredible heat. The flames covered the open doorway, and moved along the ceiling to fill the hole created in the ceiling, blocking all retreats for anybody in the room and denying entrance to anybody outside of it. Every last vestige of water would evaporate with in seconds, as well as being denied entrance in to the room through the destroyed ceiling as the water instantly evaporated as it approached the searing flames.
Having blocked all entrances and exits, the enormous Ungrith'tar called upon his other power as four enormous chains burst forth from the floor. Created from the very wood below their feet, the chains snaked along the floor towards the winged male two of the chains flung themselves towards the male's arms while the other two attempted to snaked about the male's ankles. With the male bound, the Ungrith'tar could subdue the female, that was ASSUMING the male wasn't dead before then.
