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Post by Someguy500 » Wed Mar 06, 2019 11:28 am

Trace ignored the snapping he received on all angles. Now wasn't the time. Instead, he checked the man's body again (had he even done so yet?) for any ID he had. He felt something hard in his front pocket, a card! Pulling it out, he held it up to the light. No good, it wasn't enough to read by. Luca clenched his teeth and stared at the piece of plastic in his hand for a moment, a dull ache beginning to form in his head. The station froze around him, his hands growing colder as his heart pumped. The throaty scream broke through the rest of the noise in the lobby and shook him out of it.

Putting down the ID card, he looked out at the door. The other Jager had left. He just left. The guy said he'd get help, but by the look of the poor guy on the table, the only thing he was likely to get was a turn on the surgery table. Snapping back to the present, Trace shook his head. No use, if the other Jager saw what did this, he'd think he knows best. Trace knew the sort, and there was no point arguing. Looking around at the small mob that had formed in the station, Trace noticed something else.

His hands were still cold. It wasn't just in his head, the temperature around him had dropped. The windows had fogged up. And there was still the matter of that growl. It wasn't just unnatural, the blackouts themselves counted as that. No, this was something else entirely. Drawing his pistol, he walked up to one of the windows and peered into the fog behind, eyes peeled for anyone, or anything.

"What the hell...?"
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Post by UmbraSight » Sat Mar 23, 2019 3:23 pm

That wasn’t a human sound.

A shiver crawled its way up her spine as a chill settled in the space between her shoulder blades. A puff of vapor escaped her lips as her skin tightened and prickled, Lind’s gaze flicked to the windows as condensation spread across the glass from a sudden snap in temperature. She pressed her lips tight barely registering the detective as the man drudged away. Was it the sound of the heat dampeners winding down? They always faltered with the lights, but that only ever produced a light chilly breeze and a metallic moan.

That wasn’t a human sound.

She swallowed hard, more air than anything else as her gaze returned to the arms of the officer. Clean cuts. A different sort of chill wormed it’s way into her back at the sound of the station door opening and closing. The detective leaving? After that?

Breathe. In out. Think.

The cold would be its own sort of problem soon, there was something out in the dark, and this man was still dying. There wasn’t much she could do about the second issue, but the other two she could still at least try to do something. It would keep her mind from spinning fantasy in the dark. She pulled in a breath, the cold air sharp on the soft flesh of her throat.

“Plasma knife, does anyone have one?” She asked again, her eyes flicking to Virtue in the gloom. “And, Officer, do you have a trashcan we can start a small fire in?” Her head turned in Luca’s direction as she spoke.
//… under her weight the floorboards gave, and she fell into the dark...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Post by Annasiel » Wed May 08, 2019 10:20 am

Light. Heat. Warmth. The burning tip of fire on the end of a metal pipe, glowing white-hot into the hazy night. Around it, a lesser warmth, but warmth the same, blossoming out from the core of flesh on flesh on flesh. It smelled delicious, for a morsel. There were far greater, sweeter things in the world, but trapped in this cold place, morsels had to do.

Grey eyes watched as Jacob made his way away from the station, stumbling in the dim dark over things one would ignore on a brighter, clearer day. Funny, how the things we overlook become obstacles when robbed of simple freedoms. Beneath the eyes, a jack-knife maw slipped open, row upon row of needled teeth hissing as they slid against each other. The creature cried. A human scream, but wrong. Too artificial. Too hollow. Muscles rippled beneath its camouflaged coat, and with a burst of coiled power, it launched itself at the man.

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"Window," Chava said simply. "Window bad. Bad thing."

She stared at the frosted pane out of the corner of her eye, unable to bring herself to look at it fully. When Trace moved near, she tensed, but didn't say anything more. Just stared. Watching.

Waiting.

Something heavy and wet slammed against the pane, bowing it inward. Spiderweb cracks snapped outward from the point of impact. Jagercorps glass was strong. Made to withstand plasma blasts, crowbars, even indirect hits from hovercraft. The heavy, wet thing slammed into the pane again, and the frame audibly snapped.

A moment of silence. The sound of claws clicking on the street outside.

Crash.

The pane broke inward, the heavy, wet thing rolling onto the floor. A bloodied, bruised Jacob Strevian, legs and arms riddled with oozing puncture wounds. Another scream tore through the chill, this one right outside the door.
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Post by illirica » Wed May 08, 2019 9:40 pm

Window. Bad thing. It wasn't exactly a very informative statement. People were bad at that, at being properly informative at critical junctures. With more detail, there were more options available as far as viable solutions. Rian didn't know where this woman had even gotten the information, but its curiosity got the better of itself, and it moved towards the window - not standing in front of it like an idiot, of course, but off to one side, staring out into the blackness beyond, as if there might be something out there that would describe what was going on.

Something more useful than bad thing. They already knew there was a bad thing, because there was the man leaking all over the floor, although he'd more or less stopped now, probably not in the most beneficial manner.

The sudden impact of something against the window made Rian jump back, optical implants judging the spiderweb cracks, neural processors quickly computing exactly how much force would have been required to make that much damage, given the tensile strength of the pane itself. Rian backed away again, more slowly. It didn't have a weapon, really, except itself - and it didn't like close-combat fighting. Close quarters combat meant getting the other person's fluids all over. Disgusting.

Another impact rocked the windowpane, the crack of the frame heralding something more to come. There was quiet outside, and then there was a sound that didn't seem like any human had made it. A third impact, and the window was broken for sure, by whatever it was that had been tossed inside. Identifiable - the man who'd left to go play in the darkness. His body was riddled with holes, and leaking all over the floor.

Rian hated being right all the time.

There was a scream from outside, but with the window gone, there was nothing keeping whatever was out there from being in here. Rian moved to stand in front of the window, taking up a defensive position. To hell with the fluids. If I go down, it's going to be fighting. "Don't open the door. That'll just let whatever it is have a choice of which way to come in and kill us."

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Post by UmbraSight » Sat May 25, 2019 4:17 am

Window. Bad, bad thing.

Lind’s attention shifted away from the dying man to Chava. What was that woman talking about now? Did she see something through the window or—

A sharp crack caused Lind to flinch, her left a raising as if to ward off a blow. The window Chava had been staring at bowed inward with a crackle of strained glass. Like the web of a deranged spider cracks spread outward from the middle as the frame shuttered in place. Lind’s lips parted as she simply stared. That was Jager glass, it wasn’t like the cheap stuff they slotted into prefab apartments just to keep the dark at bay.

Lind had seen a protester armed with a crowbar and spite take his aggressions out on a window before, with no damage beyond a tired arm and some scuffed glass. What could have done that? A hovercraft lost in the dark?

No, that wasn’t the sound of a vehicle-

Snap.

That sounded important.

The world stilled, save for the faint sound of something clicking against the concrete outside. The window toppled forward, and in the gloom Lind could make out the shape of a body rolling onto the floor. The detective who had just left.

Was he still alive? Could a person survive hitting the window like that? Lind took a step towards the body, but froze as an inhuman scream tore through the air. A shiver crawled its way up Lind’s spine.

How do fight something that can throw a grown man with such force? Or could carve through flesh and bone so cleanly?

“Is there a safe room? Anything with a heavy door?” Lind asked, carefully taking a step towards Jacob. She needed to check him, see if he was even alive. “The cells maybe?” She knelt down next to the bloodied man, fingers searching for a pulse.
//… under her weight the floorboards gave, and she fell into the dark...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Post by Snowskeeper » Tue Jun 18, 2019 9:35 am

n the obscured darkness, something let out a low, guttural shriek.
'Sharp, sudden drop in temperature,' Virtue's sensors shrieked. Well, that couldn't mean anything good. Equipment failure? Even in a Blackout, this brand of cockup seemed unlikely. And--Virtue's head tracked to the girl at the window, then to what she was looking at--it wasn't localized. Fog. Hadn't been fog like that a moment ago; he was sure of it.

And then came the shriek. Again, no return on pattern recognition. Nothing Virtue'd ever heard before. Maybe nothing anyone had ever heard before. Hard to double-check that, just now.

And then... The cop walked out the front door, right into the smog, muttering something to nobody in particular about getting help. Braindead. So clearly suicidal that Virtue wondered whether that might have been the point. Few of these people looked like they'd last long in a brawl with a toddler, let alone whatever this freak was. Maybe the idiot had just decided to get it over with early.

The wannabe-medic asked for a plasma knife, again. Virtue tracked towards her, trawling his database for some choice insults about lost causes in a crisis.
"Window," Chava said simply. "Window bad. Bad thing."
The metal man turned back towards the window, insults momentarily abandoned in the name of self-preservation. He couldn't see anything in the fog; could hear something like distant footsteps, then the rapid click-click-click of feet that were not human; and then--

Collision. Fabric-on-something. A body--the cop's--flew into the window. The riot-proof, Jagercorp-owned window. It--they strained; the body and the window both--and then the window snapped, and the cop--dead, now, had to be--fell in, along with the fog. Cracking glass, cracking bones, the splattering of blood and the thud of a sack of meat hitting the floor. How was that for a soundscape to fall asleep to?

Virtue felt needles in the vestigial flesh of his abdomen--the first and only indication that he had been afraid. Fuck. His left arm came up, palm of the hand extended traffic-cop style towards the door--tracking the creature by the sounds it made as it walked. No sense firing early; the door'd take a shell, and by the time he had another one, the thing'd be in and on someone--maybe him. He could wait, now.

"Holy frick!" He stole a child's voice from some old cartoon. Comically exaggerated. "It's a m-m-m-m-monster!" Mockery. They'd be afraid. Some of them, anyway. If they saw he wasn't, maybe they'd hate him enough to forget. Maybe they'd keep themselves useful to him.

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Post by Someguy500 » Thu Jul 04, 2019 10:03 am

Something struck the window, hard, forcing Luca to step back. Once, twice, it shattered. A Jagercorp reinforced window, that had been proven to survive riots, smashed in two hits. Luca was able to jerk his body out of the way of whatever had been used to crack the window open, and stole a glance at it in the low light. Lying in the wreck was the other Jager, it was hard to think otherwise. His blood was pooling beneath him from a grisly display of punctures across his limbs.

Some of the others in the room were squaring up for combat. The Selmie goliath in particular looked like he had firepower, even if he did jeer at something that could break Jager glass by throwing people at it. Some distant, calculating part of Trace noted that the impromptu "hospital" now housed an additional patient, and with stretched attentions and little cooperation it was likely that both would be dead by the end of the blackout. The rest of him reminded it that it would be the least of their problems if it happened that whatever did this to the guy was still looking to maim something. For what it was worth, the screech was pretty convincing that that was the case. He addressed Keeper for a bit. "The holding cells keep people in, I don't think it'll be safe in there keeping something like that out."

The scream came from the door, but Trace aimed his plasma bolter at where the window used to be. He hoped that the thing didn't have as much staying power as it did raw strength.
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Post by Quirbles » Sat Jul 06, 2019 8:47 pm

His head was pounding, the lighter's flame was flickering, and something moved.

God, it-- it wasn't just movement, was it? The way the air grew taut around its frame, bending as if it were some horrific protrusion underneath the very fabric of space-- the way it stalked through the darkness as if it was darkness, wafting out into the fog-laden street like a sentient miasma... it wasn't just movement. It was perversion, corruption, as if the silhouette had torn its way through from a place other than here, and the mind couldn't even fully fill in the blanks on what its form truly was.

There was only a moment of silent observance. It was all he was afforded. The light flickered again, a harbinger of the fate that awaited him, and Jacob reached down to his holster as knives pierced flesh.

No. No, they weren't knives. Knives had... they had weight, they had the sensation of a puncture wound as the tip breached skin. This was wholly different, almost painless if it hadn't been for the wisp-like apex of each talon that dug past cloth and epidermis to settle within coiled muscle; there was a dull pinprick, almost like a needle being inserted into each limb-- almost like being shot, in the first fatal moments after impact-- and then the agony finally began, a burning itch spreading like wildfire across his body like he'd been submerged in a vat of fire-ants. His hand was torn away from the leather holster of his plasma pistol, the creature's maw snapping out center-mass and tearing into his torso like shears upon a wilted shrub.

The thrashing came next, like an alligator's death-roll had taken inspiration from whatever this thing was; the obscene noise of ripping leather mingled alongside the shearing of precious flesh, crimson mist spraying out in a light aerosol that disappeared into the darkness of the street. He tried to grunt, tried to yelp, but he couldn't even do that-- a familiar pinch formed right upon his throat, directly beneath the Adam's apple, and the indescribable pain which followed all but stole the last of his precious breath from battered lungs. His back struck concrete, head nearly cracking open upon the ridge of the narrow sidewalk like a dropped fruit, but the sensation of his beating was lost in the tide of fire which coursed over his biology.

Up, down, he was thrashed like a child trying to hastily unwind a tangled marionette, the needle-like claws remaining staunchly embedded in the meat of his body; his ears dully registered the clarion crack of shattering glass, and his skin felt the impact of a window against his spine, but his mind did not care. Shock had settled in, at this point, and he was spared from any more torture at the expense of whatever beast had sunk its teeth into him.

The glass cracked once more, the creature's insistence reminiscent of a toddler's tantrum, or a dog's ignorance of its own strength.

I never told my brother the truth.

It was a dim thought, so very faraway upon the horizon, but it was a thought nonetheless. The window shattered, his body struck tiled floor, and darkness took him.

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Post by Annasiel » Thu Jul 11, 2019 10:17 am

Another shriek rose up, but then cut short. For a long few seconds, silence held captive the station's air. The glass still shifted in the broken windowframe, every now and then falling tinkling to the ground, but beyond that, only muffled words and heavy breaths challenged to watchful quiet's reign.

In it soon came another sound. A sound yet unheard. Other people might compare it to different things -- for someone used to wires and circuitry, perhaps, it might sound like the faint pop of shorting breakers, while the more lab inclined might compare it to the crackle of a Geiger counter. Those without knowledge of either were stuck with only approximations, tiny taps on metal, boots shifting on glass, that came close but didn't quite capture the hollow echo the strange noise contained.

For all, though, the sound, though odd, had a guttural feel. A hungry feel.

The beast outside was growling.

"Kokhav okhel," Chava whispered, stepping away from the front of the building as quickly as she could. She turned. They were speaking of things. Talking. Cells behind, as if that might provide safety. And for the door? Why fear opening the door? Already, the creature was pacing away from it, the crackle passing from door to shattered window once more. A high window, yes, but height was no matter. No matter at all.

The mist outside shifted, a few stray tendrils billowing into the room, and in that moment, the air felt even colder. Chava's eyes darted from side to side. She saw nothing, but didn't expect to. What she didn't see wasn't the issue, but instead, but she didn't hear. The crackle was gone, silence one sound closer to absolute sovereignty.

She gave a nervous laugh, then spoke a single word.

"Inside."
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