http://live-for.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] live-for.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-09-26 04:07 pm

Under Attack [Complete]

Character(s): Akira, The Lone Power, and some nosy Dusks
Content: With Nobodies on the prowl, Akira takes shelter in the Irelia Apartments II. Coincidently, this is where the Lone Power is staying.
Setting: The area around and in Irelia Apartments II
Time: mid-morning
Warnings: Some language, violence.

The city was far too unfamiliar, and he had little idea of where he was heading. It was so far removed from the beaten, broken shells of buildings in AREA:RAY that it was an alien world entirely. Someone wickedly wealthy must be behind Igura to put on this type of show.

No corner of the city was empty. There were people everywhere, the vast majority of them blonde, blue-eyed, and very tagless. It was a relief to be away from competition, but at the same time, no competitors meant no tags. How was he supposed to get supplies at this rate? How was he going to get those full houses? Maybe he’d found this place before it was ready to be opened to the Igura populace. Maybe that’s why everything was unready. There weren’t even plants here. Even the grass shone like diamonds and emeralds. Probably just a stand-in until the real deal arrived.

Akira was alone with his thoughts, though, focused mainly on getting away from that little gathering at the Muspelheim gate. He’d run into everyone – well, most everyone – that he didn’t want to see. And that creepy smile Shiki wore… hopefully in a city of this size, they’d never meet again.

Some of the streets or back alleys were reminiscent of the world he knew, and he stuck to those mainly. It was too weird out on the main drags, where everyone dressed weird and smiled and there were buildings decorated so much they were like candy houses. No. He wouldn’t walk there. Turning a corner into another back alley, Akira heard a sound so strange he couldn’t place it. He looked up to see a group of people blocking the other end of the alley. People…? The more he stared at them, the more they didn’t look like people. They contorted at odd angles. And he’d never seen people with heads like those. It was bizarre. They didn’t make people sounds either.

What the fuck was Igura trying to pull now? The things had no tags, yet they were advancing on him. If they didn’t have the tags, and if they weren’t people, Akira wasn’t going to waste his time on them. He rolled his eyes and turned his back on them. No sooner had he done that, he was on the ground, on his back. One of the things had pulled him down so fast it made his head spin. It was bending over him now, to do who knew what. Akira went with his instincts and kicked at the thing. It dodged and bought him enough time to scramble to his feet. If they wanted some, he could give it to them! His knife was in his hand and he struck out with it.

He could have been mistaken, but it seemed like the thing was laughing at him. The knife drew no blood on the one, or the other. They still came. He had to get out of there, as fast as he could. He hadn’t been prepared for this! He backed off, slicing out with the knife to keep them at bay. He glanced around the area, trying to see if there was any cover or shelter where he could regroup.

He saw a building to his left that would do. It looked like some kind of apartment building, if one could call it that. The door looked easy enough to break down. He could jimmy the lock if need be. Either way, he ran as fast as he could from the white-people-things and took off for that building. There were other people around, and they screamed when they saw the creatures.

Akira rammed his shoulder against the building’s door in his haste. He tried the knob, which thankfully was open, and he ducked inside the building, hurriedly shutting the door behind him. There was a lock on the door and he bolted that sucker, hands shaking with adrenaline. From there, he kept low and made his way along the wall to peer out the nearest window. Apparently the screams had distracted the weird bendy people and they were now being attacked instead of pursuing him.

He relaxed then, sitting down on the floor right there in relief. He was sheltered now, thankfully. What the fuck were those things, anyway? Looking around the room, it appeared to be a small lobby. There was a desk to one side and a few chairs and a table on the other. Maybe it was an apartment building, then. There was no one around, though, so it was very quiet. It was a good place to rest and get his bearings again.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-27 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The Lone Power walked casually down the stairs. He planned on carrying out exactly what he had said in his journal. Of course, there was little planning to his madness, but he didn’t really care—this place was turning out to be a place where planning could very likely end up making him have to wait. And The Lone Power hated waiting.

He grinned, opening his journal as he walked and setting a couple privacy features he had discovered so he could take notes, with hopefully, no one reading them. He wanted to see exactly what these “construct-like” things were. They certainly looked interesting. He had decided that from his view.

He entered into the lobby and was distracted by one grayish-blue haired young man sitting on the floor near the window, “Fancy meeting you again, Akira.” He remembered the name from the previous night.

He strode over to the window and glanced out at the construct things, watching them chase the annoying Paixaoese citizens down alleyways more and he could feel the entropy rising outside the building. He was very pleased that whomever had bossed around the creatures had asked them to be ruthless. He glanced at the door, which was bolted shut, “You locked the door.” He said casually with a slight tinge of disappointment. He glanced at the creatures through the window again, “Although, if these creatures are anything like what I’ve had at my disposal, I don’t think a meager wooden door would stop them.”

He observed the creatures, taking notes on their movements. And watched as one headed toward the window. Having a straight on view, he opened another device he had learned about and used a finger to sketch the symbol on the creature’s head and saved the image. It was bizarre. But it meant something, he was very sure of that. Perhaps it would tell him who to look for. He then began taking notes of their appearance.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-28 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh...so he wasn't going to be able to leave. Well...he would make do until the creatures decided to bombard the door.

The Lone Power hated this place. Everything was...sized much smaller than usual. It was aggravating to duck and not be able to do things he normally liked doing, like standing over people properly. He sighed walking over to the opposite side of the room, with his head ducked, and dragging over a chair so he could sit down without having to be bent so much over the journal.

"They don't bleed?" He paused, glancing through the window again. Should he reveal his ideas or not? He saw the young man glance at his journal. What the heck, why ever not? "Then, my suspicion is correct. They're constructs--energy that is given form, but only has the appearance of life. I'm taking notes on these things because I'm an inventor of constructs, as well as owning the business. I specialize in those that are used to...hunt life. And apparently, this is a new model I've never seen. They aren't like the ones I have had in my...own place."

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-09-29 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
This Akira wasn't very fun, Lone had decided. Kill them? Lone wanted to laugh. Oh, he didn't kill his own servants until they had fulfilled business or learned what he was doing to them. He sneered at the thought, "Why should I kill them? They're doing work I would have sent them to do anyway."

Afterward, he told the logical explanation. It was true, but doubtful the boy would believe it. Most people just thought he was crazy. But crazy was a part of entropy too, so it didn't bother him very much. "I can't make them here. It's too....bright. The people are too nice and they don't even seem afraid of death, with the exception of reacting to these things. Secondly, apparently, they've put up wards that block energies. I need dark energy to do anything, and it's severely lacking. I would have to kill someone with enough cruelty to do so. And I don't have such a person at my disposal, unfortunately. And I doubt anyone with such a gift would be willing to sacrifice themselves."

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2006-10-01 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The dusks soon grew bored of pouncing on the hapless citizens of Paixao. They were boring, easy prey. They tried to run, but often didn’t get far. Now, now just before, some dusks had run across a very energetic young man. He had even tried to fight back. They wanted some of that. They wanted to battle and to seek targets worthy of their mission.

One dusk remembered the building the man had run into and gestured towards it. There were five dusks altogether in this pack, and three of them went for the building. Two hurled themselves against the building’s wooden door. It gave, but the lock was strong. The wood was pliant enough and they worked at it. The third dusk had a different idea altogether and flew at the window, breaking through it easily and sending shattered glass everywhere. Any normal creature would have been sliced to bits, but the dusk flipped back to its feet, unmarked in any way, shape, or form.

There were people in this room, and it was time to play.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-10-07 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
The creature that he had drawn the symbol on its head onto his journal ran straight into the window, shattering glass everywhere. Fuck. The Lone Power stared at the creature. He really needed a sword, as he had mentioned on his journal earlier. . He glanced over the body of energy, before reaching out and attempting to whack it with one hand, as he had done the woman the previous night. He doubted the attempt would do much, since these were at least a little stronger than the citizens, apparently—especially if this acquaintance Akira was so frightened of them. Secondly, he also doubted it because he wasn’t putting as much force into it as he would have, since he wasn’t sure if he would break it and he’d never had to actually punish his constructs before.

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2006-10-16 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
The dusk found itself battered backwards by an angry hand. Ah! Someone who wanted to try his luck! The dusk stumbled backwards with the force, but it did not leave its feet. The dusk swayed to catch its balance, took a moment to regroup, and swung its pointed arm at the man who’d hit him.

As for its brethren, they had finally managed to breach the door. The door became sharp, pointed splintery broken bits, which they leapt over in their tumbling grace. When they cleared the obstacle, they looked around. Their companion was handling the single man, and they smelled more people upstairs. They detected the fresh scent of someone who had recently run through the room, and hurtled after him. At the very least, there would be citizens to terrorize. They were hoping for much better prey, though.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-10-20 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The hit made its impact, but the energy used to create the creature....was like touching a star basilisk would be to a human. It stung. Then the creature retaliated. The Lone Power stepped back grimacing as the pointed arm made its mark. That hurt. He let a rather long string of very creative curses out of his mouth in the Speech. Luckily, Paixao was unaffected by the Speech so nothing happened. If it had worked, Paixao would have been the site of the apocalypse and the dusk would have been a pile of crap. The Lone Power could be a complete pain regarding creation and the world in general.

After that long tirade, he grumbled at the creature in pure English. "Your soul is going to writhe for that!" He could have used the opportunity during which he had ranted to run through the door that was now ashambles and taken on his plan of actually getting to buy a sword, however, this unruly construct had just entirely pissed him off. He wasn't letting it get away with attacking him. He attempted to hit the critter a little harder this time. It was rather amusing that he didn't choose to attempt using anything other than his own hands when he had a journal and various articles of furniture at his disposal.

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The Dusk the Lone Power was attacking wasn’t particularly bright. It was again smashed with a bare fist. This time it stung and tingled with a breath of power. This foolish man wasn’t what he seemed. He was something more. The Dusk paused after regrouping from the attack. It had its orders, though, and the man wasn’t doing anything really destructive against it. The Dusk leaped at the man, hoping to take him out once and for all with a tackle. If it missed, the Dusk would be smashed against the wall, dazed and unable to get up for awhile.

Meanwhile, the Dusks upstairs enjoyed their mission. Doors were removed from their hinges. Frightened people screamed. There was the sheer joy of the attack. But all these people were the same. They didn’t find the one who had fled up the stairs, the one not from the city. They’d find him shortly, though. One Dusk took the second floor while the other took the third. They were efficient.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-11-11 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The Lone Power sighed, seeing the creature make a dive at him. Down and roll. He hated to lose as much as Akira did. He did hope the young man escaped the attacks. He might be boring, but he seemed smart enough not to get caught. There was something about him. Not quite dark...but it was something that had caught his eye. Determination that could be used, perhaps.

He rolled into the chair. He sighed, standing up, using pure force and anger to wreck the chair, tossing it a few times against the wall. He was being reckless. But regardless, it would hopefully result in nice pointy shards and enough fuel to make a fire to kill stuff that way, if need be. They didn't call him entropy incarnate for nothing. He knew all sorts of methods of death, even though he liked being the serpent first.

Taking up a sharp piece of wood he began to attempt making short work of the construct that had attacked him. Anyone else would say a businessman playing with a sharpened stick as a weapon would be improbable fiction, but the Lone Power was not only a businessman. He had been other things in other times. Serpent, Warrior, Monster, Cat. There were too many roles, but he remembered a few of them. Battle was a form of entropy, after all--one of the reasons why he liked these constructs. But the master never likes it when his servants attack him and his fury drove him on with the splintered stick.

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2006-11-19 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The sole Dusk was transfixed, watching the angry businessman turn a decent chair into a bunch of sharp pointy sticks! This had best be worth the wait.

Oh, and it was! The Dusk did a little dance, shifting left and right to evade the man’s pointy stick. It succeeded… for about the first two jabs. The man’s anger was near tangible, almost like a choking smoke in the air, and it grew to be overwhelming. Soon the Dusk got careless and it ended up poked. Then pierced, and bashed, and minced and jabbed and skewered! It soon faded into darkness, disintegrating and flowing away, dispersing in the air. The Dusk was no more.

The Dusks on the upper floors found no trace of anyone otherworldly whatsoever. They were frankly bored with terrorizing plain old citizens of the city. It was the same old song and dance each time. Screaming, flailing, and very little struggle in the end. One Dusk however did find a woman going to a storage closet and made short work of her. She had been the only person outside of her apartment. Breaking down every door would have been a pain to find a single outsider. The Dusks, having met up again, briefly agreed that lingering in the building would be a general waste of time, and soon they flung themselves out of the window at the end of the hallway, leaping to the ground with effortless grace and flowing down the street to seek out more victims. Maybe the one they were after had already evacuated the building. In that case, he couldn’t have gone very far.

[identity profile] dark-dealer.livejournal.com 2006-11-24 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Upon the dusk's disintegration into thin air, the Lone Power mused over his mess and the chipped paint on the wall. "How interesting. I only chipped the paint?" He glanced down at the pile of wood. He sighed, picking up the wood and moving it closer to the wall. He heard the glass breaking upstairs and a long silence.

Footsteps some point later making their way down the stairs. "Akira?"

He turned toward the back of the room, "Coast is clear if you want to leave."

He reached into a pocket and placed a sum of money on the desk. More than likely enough oddly-shaped coins from varying civilizations to pay for the chipped paint and the broken window upstairs. "Damn faulty constructs." He mumbled, disgusted that someone was attempting to use his own ideas. Altering certain ends and knots in the process. Personally, he knew that changing certain knots and wordings in the spelling of these things could seriously mess up other details.