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Post by renscorch on Mar 3, 2009 16:12:05 GMT -5
David looked across the street, Not many people on because of the rains. Yet that didn't seem to stop him. He had a very good rain jacket on, so the rains just washed down him, his feet claws making the steady click noise he he walked across the concrete. David brings up his fingers to the goggles and turns them on. At first it was just blackness and he thought he messed them up. Again, then they came online. Right away they tested themselves on different objects. He looked around to see if anyone was watching then vanished further up the street.
He has his own ideas in what he can get out of these little tools. This will surly help him in the future to avoid any more patrols. He reached up and turn up the volume. He then started to mess with the Frequency tuner.
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Post by Rook on Mar 4, 2009 8:38:54 GMT -5
Rook stopped short, back off, his ears raising and his claws pulsating like a headache as they sharpened with the sound. Sound? Could it even be called that? He diddn't hear it with the ears that pricked, he felt it with his hands, his claws and the veins that connected there, making his ears respond to things they could not pick up.
His black umbrella teetered a little as his hand shook just a fraction of a second. He closed the umbrella despite the downpour, his gray eyes brighter than the storm clouds above, but they flashed in a similar manner.
The Killer raised his head, his attention awarded to whatever and whoever was sending this frequency, this pulse. His walk became brisk, his cheeks flushing, and as he turned the corner he began chasing the sound, his large footsteps making hardly any noise on the pavement below them. Not now. Not when he was hunting.
It was very faint, an electrical hum, could be from anything...but it seemed to stand out, perhaps in it's closeness of range. Well, he'd find out soon. And why shouldn't he?
The fact was, it was irritating him, it may not have been Top Priority, but this fact was true, and unless there was something else to do, he'd pursue it.
What decent man had anything to hide from him?
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Post by renscorch on Mar 4, 2009 18:06:05 GMT -5
David was starting to get something, suddenly static. That was bad... Very bad. Normally the goggles just filter out unused or static channels. If static is a channel then something is near that is producing it own frequency. He tapped a few small buttons on the goggles with his claws. He came to a stop and slowly looked around. The goggles looking for any disturbed heat or light. He wished he activated the AI, but to do that would take a number of hours.
Boxes popped up giving the generic information on what was around him. He spun around an started to run. He didn't need to be caught. Not with these things. This was his pride an joy an have them lost would take him years to find everything for this thing again. Let alone get the money to pay for the stuff.
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Post by Rook on Mar 5, 2009 1:32:24 GMT -5
Rook drew near, his claws were hidden beneath his coat, but inside they were swelling like bruises, growing steadilly, first four, then five then six inches. He could hear them pulsing,and they could hear the pulse.
A faint, almost imagined white light bled from the front of his coat, but the thing was so heavy that the flickering snatch of light seemed to be that of a tiny spill of oil, a broken soda bottle, the ray of sunlight on a dusty window.
Rook could smell now, he was too far to guess exactly what, but he knew something was moving around in these alllies. The Killer changed his steady speed to that of a brisk walk.
The only noise his huge footpaws made on the freezing ground was the tiny click of his claws as he turned a corner, never stopping, his breathe was soft but it was steadily becoming harder and more uneven.
His hands seemed to ache with the knowledge of the frequency, the signal guiding them drunkenly, leaving his mind to fend for itself. And it was not a pleasant mind at that, someone was alluding him just barely, like a fly you knew was in the room as you stood with your swatter clenched in hand.
Where are you, cur? His thoughts were vicious now, excited. It was no harm, he just needed to know, needed to know who and why, if they denied him that.
He grimanced.
He'd find them.
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Post by renscorch on Mar 10, 2009 19:14:59 GMT -5
He slowed. In fact he was starting to get interested in whatever was causing this static. Normally if there was a cause there was a source. An further you get away from the source the weaker the cause becomes. However whatever it was, was at the least keeping up, if not gaining on him. So what he did was he clicked the goggles frequency tuner off. Then he stood there, In the rain an waited. He waited for what ever that was hunting him to come an see if the can truly turn him into prey.
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Post by Rook on Mar 11, 2009 14:15:41 GMT -5
Rook felt he was drawing nearer to whatever he was hunting, though the signal was hurredly cut off, he was already too close, he knew someone was there, just beyond the corner. Slowing to a walk, he made his eyes downcast, making sure his footsteps were clearly audible as he neared now, making sure each claw clicked in unison with the other.
He would try to trick his prey into thinking he was nearing from that angle, but his claws scanned as he did so, and they found life there. What and who? He had no idea, but he had to find out, he was too curious now to let it go, it could have been a kid playing with a radio for all he knew.
But he had to know.
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Post by renscorch on Mar 11, 2009 15:46:04 GMT -5
David looked around. Little boxes popped up on the screen, information scrolling down. The boxes also followed his eyes. Making sure they scan objects that are new. David tapped the goggles. Words scrolled on the screen. ~Threat level turn to Red.~ A red box popped up on the screen right away. !moving object detected! scrolled on the screen. The screen flickered an suddenly heat activated. He looked around. He growled. There was something strange going on. He pulled the jacket hood down closer so it covered the goggles. Then he started to run. He was getting out of here.
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Post by Rook on Mar 17, 2009 15:05:18 GMT -5
The moving object was hot on David's tail, swiftly overcoming obstacles like garbage cans, crates and other shit you necessarily found in an alley, or three, or fifteen. his claws were splayed like fans, and had grown to roughly the length of a rulers, though he kept them at his sides as he ran, and ran, and ran.
And advanced!
Killer skidded to a stop, his enourmous claws making a shrill sound on the damp pavement, slashing as he turned a corner and before his prey could move he descended on it, with the jerky quick movements of a predator, his armed hand reaching out to perilously wrench his arm and try force him, face down into the grit. Those gray eyes burning, that muzzle drawn in an innmistakable snarl.
The Arch-angel only wanted to see, only wanted to know...but now those claws were glowing that dim white glow, and his eyes were out, he was sure that if the kid resisted too much, he'd break his neck.
"Why'd you make me chase you"? he asked, his voice restrained and booming "You think this is a game"?! he increased his grip.
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Post by renscorch on Mar 17, 2009 15:27:28 GMT -5
David was a bit shocked when he was suddenly pinned. He lay there for a few moments, thinking. "I made you do, nothing." Came his reply, however his actions also stated, he understand, nothing is a game. His tail arcs a bit like a scorpion. The sharp tail tip ready to strike. "How bout we clam down, an you get off me before people start getting hurt. An myself, I don't fancy having a broken arm for a number of months. An I don't think you want one of my spikes sticking in your back ether, I heard they can be very painful. " He finished.
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Post by Rook on Mar 17, 2009 16:44:27 GMT -5
Rook felt raged bubble within him, indignation swelling in his chest, sending a biting blow at his arrogance.
How dare he? How dare this little shit threaten him, how dare he resist him and run from him like a rat and then threaten to skewer him with his fucking tail?
He drew his hand back, robotic claws swelling, morphing into blades as he placed them near the dragon's throat, eyes glittering.
"I am an Arc-Angel of St. Lucent, You ran from me and resisted arrest, and you will tell me why you have been messing with these frequencies, or I swear to God, I'll kill you".
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Post by renscorch on Mar 17, 2009 18:19:57 GMT -5
He watched in shock as the person ."I didn't resist arrest or run... You were stalking me... An Frequencies?" He asked at first, then he suddenly put two an two to gather... Well at least to get a small picture. "Oh I get it, you must have some kind of reaction." He said darkly. He face betrayed any thing. His seemingly cold black eyes stared at him. "Does it hurt? Does it tickle? Do you hear it?" He asked him. "An Are those claws sensitive?" He asked. Suddenly his tail moved an flicked at an angle so that the spike shoots off hit the man's hand. At the same time he rolled his head out of the way to make sure he didn't hit himself with his own tail spike just in case it did miss. However even if it misses that means the man would flinch an if he did a simple pounding in the side with his tail would encourage him to get off.
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Post by Vespa on Mar 18, 2009 0:09:09 GMT -5
20 minutes and he'd walk out that door. She'd been waiting 4 days to finally pop this guys melon and go home. Wait...what was that? She pealed her eye from the scope and looked about. It was still there. Blinking she tried to get rid of the strange rainbow colored waves in her left eye. They wouldn't leave. She pealed from her position and looked around. Something was the cause. Ah, weird....she turned her head to the west and the rainbows turned to black spots. To the east and it was barely noticeable. She tried to ignore it and rest into place again. There was but 18 minutes left.
She didn't make it a whole minute before she was whispering curses. Standing she took Alice in hand and marched herself across roofs and fireescapes. Her vision was so warped she almost couldn't see. It was like looking through those beer glasses they made you wear in high school driver's ed and a kaleidoscope at the same time. She had to stop and close her eyes. It was starting to hurt the brain.
When she opened her eyes there wasn't a problem. Did she really fix it that easily? There's no way she left her post with.....5 minutes left for nothing! Growling curses she just about tossed her lid when she heard someone barking angrily down the road. Hurriedly she quietly shifted down a few houses and from the top she spotted the disgruntled ArchAngel. She stepped to the roof's edge and aimed Alice right for the offender. Bringing a hand to her lips she gave a whistle to alert the two, mainly Rook, of her presence. Hardly a swagger to her barrel as she replaced her hand on the rifle. Her presence was enough to inform the fellow guild member someone had his back.
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