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Post by illirica » Sat Aug 18, 2018 4:35 pm

So much for doing things quietly. Another woman came in from behind, demanding a cut in return for doing things in a non-messy way. Sitri didn't know quite how to categorize that - on the one hand, she was trying to keep people from getting killed, on the other... well, whatever. Sitri protected people, not money.

At least now she'd figured out where they were. Had to be a bank, with the way the talk was going down. The kid was terrified. So... they're using her, I think, but not for what I suspected. Maybe she's some kind of meta, or maybe she's just really good at lockpicks and sneaking. Not that she's doing much sneaking, with all the escorts.

Damn, I wish I had my 9mm.


The others were armed, as he'd so helpfully and kindly told her. Sitri flexed her hand, directing a bit of herself down into the bracelet she wore with a soft whisper of "Grigori." She was getting better at nonverbal activation, but the words helped, somehow. Even if she didn't speak the weird languages they were in and was probably pronouncing them wrong. The Star of David on her bracelet caught the light, whispering itself into a shield around her with nothing more than a hint of a silver shine. It'd stop bullets, if they were aimed at her, but Sitri was more worried about them aiming at the kid. She hoped they were thinking of her as a meal ticket and not a disposable hostage.

"I don't care about the cash. I'm not a particularly good hero, as it turns out. Let the girl go and I don't care what you all do next."

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Post by Lord of Nothing » Sun Aug 19, 2018 7:40 am

"Careful fool. Blondie here can have bullets bounce off her skin for all we know."

Watch the news lately? People like that are everywhere.

He liked having a mask for many reasons. It hide his identity from only facial recognition software and reality, he'd forged a moniker for himself from it. Auspex. It also served to hide his facial expressions. He could be scared out of his goddamn mind and no one would see it. Offered that comfort at least.

But this? This was not one of those times.

He was outgunned and outmatched by adversaries on all sides, his own included. Capes were starting to come out of the wetwork. Security was outside shining their light into the building. His allies were incompetent and obviously desperate to be robbing a bank like this in the first place. And some chick came by offering aid in exchange for him not killing a single soul, despite how had no truly “supernatural" powers with which to otherwise defend himself.

He knew he had to keep his cool at a time like this. Too much fear and anger made adrenaline rush and ripped out rational thought. But he had just the right enough to send his mind into overdrive so as to figure out how to get the hell outta this clusterfuck and accomplish his objective. Money at the end of the day wasn't worth it. But this was a reinforced bank vault door and he wanted to see her open it.

So he just took a breath and made a plan on the spot. One thumb went up into the air and only a couple people might know it's meaning.

Provided they don't fuck with me.

“Lay off her. You ain't helpin' fam.” He spoke to the goon behind him without his eyes moving from the blonde standing before him. Once behind the meat shields, he spoke to her. “Alright. Here is what I need you to do. Open the door. And I'll give you time. Open it, and I'll get you outta here.”

Hopefully she'd listen to him. Because events seemed all too set in motion as he back amongst them, waiting for this to all unfold further. His hands, still in his pockets. His eyes didn't move from the woman and at this rate, with there only being one entrance in the bank vault room, he need not turn his eyes anywhere else.

Fucking Amateurs, man.

The woman spoke, making a proposition. The money for the girl.
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Post by Kaija21 » Sun Aug 19, 2018 3:45 pm

Trisha drifted into the window as security lights beamed through the bank. Floating just above the ground, with rippling air outlining her form, she perched herself just between Sitri and everyone else and watched the criminals for a moment. Accelerated heartbeats, dilated pupils and sweat dripping down every one of their necks; despite every racing thought that bubbled up to the surface of their minds, the only person there who confused the psionic thief was the young girl.

She wanted the same exact thing that the girl who had come to save her wanted. Why wouldn't she, given her current predicament? She wanted to be saved, to have these thugs arrested, and to have their entire plan go to shambles... and yet, there was another voice. Another will screaming out from within that just wanted everything to go smoothly. For the crooks to get the money and get out without a hitch. It wasn't that she was on the side of the men who had kidnapped her, but there was a fear that made her root for them as much as she was rooting for the heroes of the night.

A fear of things beyond the present moment.

The plain, white mask turned to face Sitri. A black glove rose and pointed past her and towards the exit.

"See ya around, hero"

A wave of psychic energy was sent surging towards the heroine of the night. It wasn't a concussive wave of force but more... a psionic wind that persisted as it took hold of the air and flew through the building. Sitri's shields weren't in any danger, but her footing and balance were likely another story. Because while the psychic left the band of thieves and their captive alone to open the door and do the job that they came to do, Sitri would have to find a way trek through hurricane force winds or be ejected from the building entirely.
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Post by LunaHawk » Sun Aug 19, 2018 4:58 pm

Wow this took a turn.

Fire Fox had approached within a couple dozen feet of the bank before she slowed down and crept soundlessly through the shadows. Her eyes focused on what was now a cluster of bad around the robbery to the bank. The van illusion had certainly escalated things, but not resulted in what she hoped would be the criminals running off or surrendering. Fire Fox considered this as she clung to the shadows and twirled her flute in one hand. This whole situation bugged her, why were so many people showing up to a simple bank robbery? Adults messed up everything.

Whoa. Sahi would have to consider where the heck that thought came from later. Maybe she was doing a little too much blending in. Next think you know I'll be hooked on snapchat.

Focusing herself again Fire Fox brought her flute to her lips and considered her next illusion. More people weren't the answer and fake police would be revealed as fake pretty quickly. Illusions of things and monsters were much easier than people because people were expected to behave like people...something that was difficult to pull off. Besides, there were already enough people here. She wondered for a moment if a little fire in the bank would be believable, at least force them out into the open...but that might seem too convenient.

She backed up and took a running leap at the bank wall. Fire Fox gripped a window sill a story up and jerked it open with a harsh tug. Once the window was opened she slipped in silently and shut it again. Now a floor above all the action Fire Fox snuck forward in the darkness, her eyes perfectly adapted to see in such a low light environment. She removed her flute from its sheath again and once more brought it to her lips.
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A few little notes no one would likely notice above all the noise downstairs and a focused mind generated a new illusion. This time she channeled her will into the creation of something she hoped could help the hero who had started all this. She created the effect of the woman's cane 'activating' into a different sort of weapon. Since they likely felt the cane wasn't a huge threat, she chose to make it into one. Blue lines like energy powering up through conduits channeled up the length of the cane and as they reached the tip of the cane weapon it flared to life, surrounded suddenly by an aura of blue flame that clung to it like a lover and danced exotically around the tip. The fire had what would feel like real waves of heating emanating off of it, the kind of heat that instantly made one want to recoil.

Such a clever girl.

Fire Fox grinned and sheathed her flute once more. The fire would be invisible to the blind hero and through quite careful manipulation of her illusory ability, she toned down the heat facing the woman significantly, so it was warm but not deadly hot. The illusion itself was crafted well, or at least so she believed. OF course it would be disbelieved the instant the cane actually hit someone and didn't light them on fire or cut through them like one of those cool sci-fi laser sword things. Anyone with substantial enough will and focus might also be able to see the illusion for what it was...but it was also meant as a distraction, not a long term solution.

Fire fox crept down the stairs behind the confrontation, her feet gave off not a sound and she clung to the shadows as much as she could, moving low and slow down the steps. Her fingers flexed and she reached back to her flute, but left it in its sheath for now.

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Post by illirica » Sun Aug 19, 2018 6:00 pm

Well, everything was naturally going to hell in a handbasket. Wouldn't it be nice if one of these days things just worked out and there were no issues? Yeah. That was likely.

Some random guy walked up and said basically the same thing Sitri had just said, because apparently it was more meaningful if he was the one to say it. "Hey, that thing she said was totally a good idea, I'll just double down on that and pretend it was my idea all along." Whatever, dude. Get bent. She rolled her eyes emphatically, which was actually much easier now that she couldn't see anything, since she didn't have to worry about taking her sight off the targets.

At least he wasn't saying anything stupid. In Sitri's experience, that counted as more helpful than the average hero. Of course, given the heroes she had actually interacted with, she had to say that the average was a pretty low bar to clear. The emphasis on making the girl finish the job she obviously didn't want to do was kinda stupid, though, but it was run-of-the-mill stupid and not super-stupid. Not, like, I am Green Warrior, Defender of Earth, and you will Stand Down or Meet Your Doom stupid.

Yeah, she'd met some of those.

It wasn't the time or the place to call him out on it, though - she needed to focus. There was a hint of movement, then a woman's voice: "See you around, hero." Yep, there was super-stupid, right on cue. One-liners and everything. The air around her moved with an unexpected suddenness, knocking her balance off for a moment. Sitri pushed more of her energy out into her shield, the Star of David shimmering silver as it spun its way around her, diverting much of the force, creating a wind tunnel around the bubble. She felt the bubble pushed backwards, with her inside it, but the blast was short-lived, and once it was over the pressure differential between the hallway and the outside pulled some of the air forward again to equalize the pressure.

Yeah, Sitri had learned way more about physics after she'd gotten blinded and had to figure that shit out. Her mom would be so fuckin' proud. Too bad that didn't translate to going to college and getting a degree or anything. Yeah, right. Sitri was not the studious type. Besides, any sort of real education started throwing in numbers and variables and all that stuff. No, thanks. She let the pressure equalize, then took the couple steps back to where she had been. "Bitch, please," she said, in exasperation, "I don't even want to be a hero. Save it for someone who deserves it."

There was a sound from outside, soft enough that most people probably didn't even notice, but Sitri was used to needing extremely sharp hearing. A few notes filtered in, like music - the sort that weird hippies listened to, not good music or anything. Apparently it was some sort of super-something, though, because the cane she held... changed. Sitri wasn't really sure what all had just happened, but it was suddenly warm to the touch.

She let go, and twisted away from it, tossing it back down the hallway. Yep, fuck that shit. Never hold a weapon you weren't in complete control of. That went for guns, and that went for a white plastic cane if it got weird all of a sudden. If someone else was messing with her stuff, she didn't want to be the one holding it.

Well, now she was in the room proper with all the robbers, but that was sort of their problem and not hers. Not like she wanted to be here. And she didn't even have a cane. "Fucking discriminatory behavior," she said, more in the sense of generalized complaint than expecting anything to come of the statement. "Oughta have ADA on your ass." She wasn't really sure which one of them was responsible for it, though, so the lawsuit would have to wait for another day.

"Right. Fine. Everyone shut up but the kid." She reached down into the depths of herself, and pulled her namesake, using it to push her empathic senses open, enough to feel Truth, or something like it. The demon subsumed her, controlled but suddenly very much present, and Sitri was fairly certain she could move quickly enough to kill them all. Four men, four deaths - one of them would shoot the girl, of course. Couldn't let that happen.

They couldn't shoot her if Sitri killed her first. She was close... humans were fragile things. Snap her neck, twist her pretty little head, then grab the gun and shoot them all. Blood everywhere. It would be lovely, in such a small space, it'd get everywhere. A kid that young probably tasted like candy. She'd never tried it before... but there was plenty of time to start.

Sitri smiled a little bit. She'd told them she wasn't much of a hero. Her demon laughed back, within her, and she let its amusement touch her. It was crazy, sure, but she accepted that. She'd learned that the only way to keep the insanity in check was to accept that there was a part of her that enjoyed it. She wasn't going to let it go totally off the rails, though. Not today. She'd made some promises about that. She wasn't going to kill them all.

She was just going to really enjoy imagining it.

Her mind wandered, but part of it circled back to the situation at hand, the question she'd wanted to ask in the first place: "You, girl. What do you actually want?"

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Post by Nyx » Sun Aug 19, 2018 9:01 pm



“Yes! The Trojan worked like a charm, I'm in the system,”
a short pause, “okay, I got the cameras. We got some kind of a situation in there, multiple suspects, possible capes, looks like a stand off. I'm stealing facial images and running their profile, give me a minute.”

A bad situation made worse. That was the usual M.O when it came to parahumans. Stand off was even worse because it meant there was a reason they weren't just going at it. Meant there was probably hostages involved. Or extenuating circumstances.

Centurion was a ghost in the night, flitting from rooftop to rooftop, grappling hook whipping out faster than the eye could follow. His cape fanned out behind his frame, idly catching the wind as he seemed to glide across surfaces, the soft-soled boots he wore making barely a whisper of sound. He was close. He didn't stop until he was a building away, and he gave himself a moment to rest on the ledge while he casually examined the situation below.

A dull throbbing sensation settled into his calves as Centurion crouched down, gloved fingertips grazing the rough concrete of the rooftop. Truth be told he was probably exhausted. Long hours spent fighting crime, and even longer hours training, Toby barely had any time to himself. But he liked it that way. Less time to think about things. Not to mention he felt.. driven to get out and get moving. Never backwards, always forward. So he pushed himself to the edge every night until he collapsed. And despite the back breaking pace he set for himself, the results were clear when he looked in the mirror. He was faster and stronger than he’d ever been in his life, with an almost endless supply of endurance, and at 18 he looked like some sort of Olympic competitor.

For once in his life he was actually focused and driven when it came to his martial training. Toby soaked up techniques like a sponge. Because it wasn't just for fun anymore. It was the only thing that could keep him alive when everything else failed. So he ran his body ragged until it became a weapon.

When night came he was renewed.

Even now he could feel the vitality being absorbed into his skin, muscles and bones, cool and warm all at once. The throbbing in his calves had lessened to nothing under the watchful gaze of the moon. Toby closed his eyes and took a breath.

An image took root in his mind. He was an empty vessel, filling with light. He could feel his skin tingle and the goosebumps spreading, making his hair raise on end. Serenity washed over him, a sense of resignation, cool and still, like the surface of a small pond. And then directionless anger. Unavoidable, because that's who he was. Unavoidable. Acceptance.


Ben came back, giving him the layout.

”I’ve got a few matches, some unknowns. Nothing official.. it's hard to say. There's a girl in the back, guy has a gun to her back. She's a priority. Probably the reason for the stand off. Got a match on a cape on the second floor. Some kind of illusionist, hard to say. Problematic. Lost of unknowns. Thugs with guns. I don't like it Toby. Maybe we should call in back u--”

”No time.”

It was the same old story when capes got involved. A bad situation made worse.

“I'm going in.”

Toby stood from his crouch. One foot off the edge and he was falling into the alley, cape catching the air. His grappling hook snaked out caught a window sill. It acted as a fulcrum to launch him through the doorway.

Centurion released his fear aura, maximum effect, but he didn't stop there. He was a ghost of motion sweeping over the floor towards his target like a bullet, the thug with the hostage. The man’s eyes grew wide, wild.

The fear aura affects everyone differently. Some react violently, a sort of fight or flight instinct kicking in. Some shrink under the weight of their fear, some act irrationally. Everyone was different. It affected the animal portion of the brain that told you a predator was around and then amplified that by varying degrees. The thug acted irrationally and with violence, pulling the gun away from the girl and stumbling back as the wave of fear hit him, causing the girl to fall to the ground. He starting firing the gun, but his body was shaking so badly that he could've given stormtroopers a run for their money. His magazine was empty in a flash, and Centurion bulldozed him with a kick to the diaphragm. He down for the count. But Toby wasn't done yet. With a spin, both arms flashed out from his body, sending a couple of sharpened crescent-shaped blades into the direction of two other thugs, a distraction for the three golf ball sized flashbangs landing at everyone else’s feet. There was a closed door just to Centurion’s left, so he gathered the small girl in his arms and smashed through it just as the golf balls exploded in sound and light.
For now it's too soon to say, "Will we be always, always?"

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Post by Kaija21 » Mon Aug 20, 2018 9:20 am

Floating there, between the demoness and her temporary allies, Trisha caught a whiff of something foul from the adversary standing before her. Tidbits of toxic psyche leaked out from Sitri's mind and haunted the psychic. Visions of savagery and murder committed by something less than human, and all with a sense of joy and lust. Ecstacy in dreams of bloodlust. The woman standing before her was right. She wasn't a hero. Truthfully, a taste of her thoughts made the men standing behind Trisha seem like fine, upstanding citizens.

"Well, aren't you a sick fuck..." the words slipped from her mouth; utterly repulsed by the... she wasn't even sure what the person standing before her even was anymore.

Trisha simply stood her ground... or airspace, as it were. While she was surprised to find that the actual wolf in sheep's clothing was the... thing that she had mistaken for a hero, her desire to prevent bloodshed hadn't waned in the slightest. Were it not for a new arrival, the psychic wouldn't have taken her eyes off of the demonic psychopath. But, before he even came crashing into the building, Trisha sensed the arrival of a new psyche.

A violent one.

He came crashing through the window dressed in black and brought chaos along with him. You see, even though his methods were non-lethal and his power was no different... the effects of the phantom's aura of fear were amplified on the telepath. It was true that his aura affected Trisha no differently than anyone else in the room, but it was also true that she experienced the sensations and emotions of those around her. And so as his aura of fear blanketed the area, Trisha was not only subjected to the fear that originated in her own mind but that of everyone else present on the scene.

Her heart began to race until it hurt, her subconscious began to shape the phantom into something much more terrifying than it actually was, her thoughts began to race and grow unclear and a cold sweat fell down her neck as she stared helplessly at the vigilante as he struck her allies. She could've grabbed hold of him with her telekinesis. She could've pinned him down or slammed him into a wall and rendered him unconscious. But while subjected to the torture of so much pure emotion? It was like a barrier had been erected in front of her and she could not move or act against him.

At most, all she could do was turn away and raise a telekinetic barrier to protect herself from his flashbang and watch as he made his escape.

Her senses and her sense returned to her as the white-clad vigilante gained distance and the effects of his aura began to fade. A part of her wanted to pursue him but... there was still the matter of the abomination standing behind her who was lusting for bloodshed. Oddly enough, she wasn't anywhere near as intimidating as the phantom, yet far more problematic. She was mindful of the demon standing behind her, listening closely for the sound of movement or murderous intent. But, before she made a move, she glanced over at the group of men in hopes of meeting one of their eyes and hearing what they had to say about the current state of affairs.

After all, this was their operation and she was simply lending a hand to fellow thieves.
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Post by Lord of Nothing » Mon Aug 20, 2018 12:13 pm

The man held onto the girl like she was a hostage, and as the situation progressed.

I ain't sign up to make an enemy out of the guys I was rolling with. I thought you guys were good but clearly I'm out of the loop on robbin' banks in person like this. Usually when I rob a bank, everyone wants to fucking do it. Now you're making her a hostage?

More and more, it became clear. He felt something, something not right about the area. An enroaching terror. He could swear he hears music playing in his head.

Somethin' is up.

He narrowed his eyes and merely awaited the girl's answer. From his perspective, he thought her simply just another robber like anyone else. He's seen them in many sizes, big and small. Maybe an amateur. But, him being here at all gradually is bringing him to feel like one, ironically. As a potential asset, it started to become clear she probably just ain't cut out for this shit. Which made the goal clear. Especially when the shit truly hit the fan.

Click.

The sound of a safety going going off. Abruptly, his gun leveled itself with the woman standing before her as her cane lit ablaze. But, the woman oddly enough seemed as surprised as she was, flicking the thing away. His gun moved to something in the shadows came from behind her. A cape in the most classical term of an extremely acrobatic man moving through the area. Gunfire rapidly focused on the closing man but there was something up. His hands were trembling. And he had no idea why. There was no describable quality.

And that pissed him off.

He shot but his bullets failed to hit their mark as they usually did, with most wannabes getting nailed out of the air easily. His FN Five Seven cut through bulletproof armor with fast, arrow like bullets that slipped. But none of that mattered if the guy got close. "Shit." He preps himself for an engagement of close with his had out and gun held far out behind him. But in blink of an eye, a guy is down, the girl is gone and the operation is a functional bust at that very moment. That was when he placed the charge on the wall.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Everything went white and suddenly he no idea how to stay on his feet, disrupted and utterly caught off guard. His hands were shaking. Why. He questioned it. And that only made him more pissed. Maybe it was the adrenaline. But right now, he needs to figure this shit out.

Thinking under stress is a skill. Having bullets soar over his head while he hacked away precious information for big paychecks did well to give him the nerves needed to get the job done. He didn't need to shoot. Hell. He didn't need to win.

"Fuck this."

Click.

BOOM.

There was one exit in the room at the beginning. And now there was two. A shaped blew a hole through steel rebar and concrete alike as the blast cone the wall away in pieces without endangering anyone around it. He looked at the newcomer and shook his head to the side at the new exit he created. At this point, these few blew the operation themselves andturned on someone who was supposed to be an ally. Incompetent and traitors?

Leave 'em to the dogs.

Adrenaline lent itself to him as he ran out into the bank, his phone vibrating as he vaulted over a desk, feeling far more comfortable at the obstacles and cover all around him that made for concealment. A nice desk would do now.

"I'm gettin' us a ride. Cover me. Less you got a better idea."
He whispered and the low light of his phone reflected dimly off his black shades.

"You have two notifications." His fingers flicked through them.

His eyes narrowed as he flicked through his phone. First, ordering his remote control car sent. Then finding out someone else has entered the camera's nets. He looks the nearest one dead on, flicks it off and then with the casual flick of a switch, sends the whole things to crash as he fries every bit of data there. Usually, this would set people off immediately, but subtly was gone a long time ago. The camera found itself unable to pierce the mask and glasses he was wearing. It wasn't hard to figure out who he was. But it would have to be merely by good old fashioned research and eye-balling. Auspex did well to wear things that prevented people from scanning his face and from scanning his pockets.

A lot can happen in a few minutes.

Hope was for suckers. He did not hope nobody was following him. He assumed someone is and would be. That there were still yet those who hadn't shown themselves. He started off towards the hallway, taking point with hangun in hand, and an assortment of hidden weaponry in his hoodie to keep whoever comes guessing.
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Post by Orophin » Mon Aug 20, 2018 3:16 pm

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"Phobophagus, more commonly known simply as fear eaters, are a despicable scourge upon mankind with a name that is very misleading. These demons don't simply eat fear they in fact feast on every part of their victims being. While they do prefer those who are in the throws of terror they will devour any unlucky soul that they happen to come across. To make these creatures all the more monstrous their victims are alive when they eat them, and the last thing they devour is their souls. Meaning the unfortunate victims feel every bit of pain until they are destroyed entirely. Leaving literally nothing behind." Grimoire of the Damned, volume three, page four hundred and ninety-seven.

Kraven Steele, or Hearne as he was known when acting as a guardian of the innocent, remembered the information that he had learned under Priests tutelage as he looked down on a hoard of the beasts as they manifested in the back alley bellow where he was standing. He pulled the weapon that looked like a shortsword out of the sheath that he wore across his lower back. Then he held it in front of him and focused his mind into it as it grew to its full size and once again revealed itself to be the Spear of Longinus.

Once his weapon was ready he leapt off the side of the building and aimed his spears head down at the nearest demon as he quickly descended up on it. His weapon easily sliced through its skull and as he landed the creature disappeared in a cloud of ask and embers. He then held his weapon as he prepared to attack again. He wondered what had to be occurring to have summoned such a large group of the beasts as he looked at the remaining five demons. One of the monsters turned to face him and opened its oversized mouth and said in a deep rumbling voice "Ah, huntsman, so you've come to ruin our fun have you? Good luck against so many of our numbers. But I wonder can you stop us all before we reach our prey?"

As if a gun had been fired to sound the beginning of a race the demons all took off at the same time. They moved in a similar fashion to a spider as the leapt and scurried between the walls of the alleyway as they headed in the direction of whatever fear had summoned them to the physical plane. Hearne chased as closely behind them as he could and managed to close with one of the smaller beasts as it ran along a wall to his right. He sliced through its back and up it's spine with his spear until the blade slid all the way through its skull. In a similar fashion to the beast he had destroyed before the monster vanished. However, as he ran he knew he wouldn't be able to stop them all from reaching their target because the majority of the creatures had already leapt over the road without being spotted by the ignorant masses and they seemed to be speeding up as theyade their way to their intended destination.

Hearne Ranna's fast as he could and although he stayed close enough to see the monsters he didn't manage to catch up to another one of the beasts. So he watched the movement of the nearest beast as it leapt and scurried and once he was sure he had the creatures movements well enough mapped out he aimed his spear and threw it's hard as he could. His timing had been perfect. The monster jumped and twisted it's body as it intended to land on the opposite buildings wall, but before it could do so the spear flew straight through the beasts head disintegrating another of the foul creatures. Hearne continued to run and as he passed his spear he quickly retrieved it an continued the chase.

A moment later he heard an explosion and came around the side of a building as he saw the three demons scatter. One ran through a wall that seemed to have been blown open by some sort of explosion. Another climbed to the roof of the building and quickly raised its forelegs up and brought them down hard on the building collapsing in a section of the roof that it jumped in through. The last ran through a door that stood open. Hearne used his enhanced speed and agility to leap between the walls of the building the beasts had entered and the one next to it so he could reach the roof. He didn't even wait to see what was happening he simply jumped through the hole created by the demon in hopes of being able to take it out first.

Inside the building the first demon was heading towards a girl who seemed to be floating. It began to speak in a strained sounding whispery voice saying "Terror. Such beautiful terror. I will feast." as it said this it quickly approached the girl with hunger clear in its soulless eyes. The second demon had landed in front of a group of men and was bellowing a roar at them in order to try to increase their terror so that they would taste better when it devoured them. But it would never get the chance because at that time Hearne landed on the beasts back and swiftly swung his spear and sliced the beasts head clean off. It quickly dissipated and Hearne landed steady on the ground as he looked at the men who he realized had to he a group of robbers who had been trying to rob what had turned out to be a bank.

He quickly said to the men "I'm too busy to worry about you lot right now. So I'd get out of here while I could if I was you. Preferably before one of these demons decides to turn one of you into its midnight snack." He then turned to face the direction of the door that the last demon had entered from and saw it standing behind a blind girl who had an intense demonic presence as well. The demon looked down upon the smaller girl and spoke, allowing Hearne to realize that it was the one who had spoken to him originally, as it said "Hello, little one, care to join us in our feast on these succulent mortals. There's certainly more than enough to share. Wouldn't you agree?" Hearne gripped his spear tightly in both of his hands as he prepared to defend himself and the other humans in the building. Hoping that everything would turn out alright. But he honestly couldn't say since he had no idea what kind of demon the girl might actually be.
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Re: [Open] Just Your Average Bank Robbery

Post by LunaHawk » Mon Aug 20, 2018 8:06 pm

Oh boy did adults fuck things up good. To be fair though, Fire Fox really should have communicated with the blind woman before illusioning her cane. It was the rest of what happened that took her by complete surprise. There was anger and an explosion and then demons and....fear. Fire Fox hated fear. Sahi recoiled from the aura of terror and for a moment she despaired. Viscious Time Siphon instinct welled up inside of her like a bow wave ready to crash into the shore of her thoughts...and boy would that have complicated things. Then, from deep within, came the stability she needed, coaxed from the depths of her time Siphon soul like a guttering candle, it spread and spread and finally pushed the inner darkness and the fear from her mind.

In those moments Sahi's shielding was done and Sitri's mental exploration flooded past the gates and into a myriad soul. Sitri's mind created on a shore of terror and washed through to the never ending starvation and utter malice of the being known as Sahi, though she had no way of discerning the name. As her mental problem rode through the outer recesses of her soul it came to something else...a legless nine tailed fox coiled protectively around a single guttering candle of kindness, hope and general good feelings. The fox protected it's prize from the swirling mists of fear and hunger and nearly the same way the other, darker moth entity had coiled around Mr.Sonders heart. The kitsune lifted it's head and gazed at Sitri's inner being with Numinous eyes. The gates shut as Fire Fox's defenses returned.

Fire Fox took off after the masked man who sought to flee the scene with gun in hand. She played the faintest of notes and up ahead of him an illusion manifested in the form of a mighty steel security door slamming into place from above with an audible clang. Her most clever illusion yet, this one would be obstructive and physical so long as he believed it was. Of course, all illusions had faults and though clever it was also a bit of a quickie. Hopefully it would slow him down so she could reach him and....flute him? Ah well, she'd figure that out when she got there.

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