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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.
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.
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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.
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“Cordell,” he said with a brief nod, sheathing the knife once more. This was the creepy guy who had watched the Igura group’s little reunion. Watched, and did nothing. Akira remembered thinking the man probably got off on watching men fight one another. But he was very much not a participant. First there was the lack of tags, and then there was the way he dressed. He didn’t have the tense, always-on-guard demeanor of a participant either. He probably came from a more comfortable area. How had he wandered into such a place?
Cordell’s comment about locking the door was so casual it was annoying. “The door may not hold them, but it will delay them enough for me to react. I don’t think you want one of those things in here.” He shook his head. “They don’t bleed.”
Why was he telling the stranger this? He shouldn’t be casually conversing, especially after all that had happened outside. “I wouldn’t head outside today,” he finished. He kept an eye on Cordell. What was the man doing? He had his computer out, and he actually seemed to know what to do with it. Was he taking notes? Notes didn’t help victims. And no one was going to take a test on white bendy not-people creatures.
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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."
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They were constructs? Things that were neither living or dead. He was getting the first inkling that he wasn’t in AREA:RAY anymore, despite the people he’d already seen. Normally he would have laughed off such an idea as constructs, but after seeing them first-hand, he wasn’t doing any laughing. As far as he knew, such things didn’t exist. At all. But here they did. It was probably the drugs taking fuller effect. Next time he’d be more careful where he wandered.
Keisuke was getting a beatdown when he was found. Akira swore to that right there and then.
And Cordell thought he could create things like these? Wonderful. He was sitting in a room with a crazy person. Akira began to scoot away from the window carefully, moving further into the room so that if one of those things came crashing through the windows, he wouldn’t get the brunt of the attack. Constructs used to hunt life? Now the guy was starting to sound more like an Igura participant.
“Well, if you specialize in making things like these, can’t you send some to kill the ones that are already out there?” Akira was only humoring the bizarre man. Of course he wouldn’t be able to send constructs out there for one convenient reason or another. Probably because he needed more notes.
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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."
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Somehow it wasn’t surprising that Cordell would have done the same thing the white things were doing, if he were able. If he really was some kind of wizard or warlock or whatever the fuck they were called in fairy tales, maybe that's why he was around the gathering before. He could sense the darkness that would have radiated powerfully from Shiki and that Punisher. Logically, though, he wouldn’t believe that for a moment.
“I see,” Akira responded flatly. Not only was the man crazy but he was a killer too. Maybe he had worsened his situation by heading indoors. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying the show out there anyway.” It wasn’t his idea of a party, but he was glad those things were hacking apart those others rather than him.
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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.
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Akira wasn’t about to stay and watch this little show. The door would give in just moments. He looked around quickly, assessing the situation. There was a stairwell in the very back of the room, likely where Cordell had emerged from earlier. Cordell would be fine on his own. It wasn’t as if he owed him anything as it was, nor was he worth his time as a non-participant. All he had time to see was Cordell winding up to smack the creature before he turned and went deeper into the room.
It was time to go up, and up he went, taking the stairs two at once. If the creatures chose to pursue, he’d at least have a few seconds’ advantage to either hide or plan a better attack. If glass shards did little to the creature, he doubted his knife would do much better. As he reached the landing, he heard the crunch of the door giving at length.
Wonderful.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The screams didn’t move him. That was not frightening. He’d made others scream by his own hand. He himself would never scream like that, even if one of those white things were to find him. He would have his knife in an instant and try to carve his way out. He remembered his encounter in the alley with several of these white creatures and how his knife didn’t even bother them. But he would not go down meekly, like these people were.
He heard pounding steps and thuds as those who tried to escape were stopped, and then dragged. It made him tense up, ready to battle. He was not used to hiding. He was used to forcing his own way out, whatever the circumstances. This hiding thing was shameful, but if he lived, no one had to know about it. Maybe that Cordell guy would figure it out if he survived the attack.
For now, all there was to do was to silently wait out the attack. His legs were already getting cramped against the wall, though, and the dusty rack of clothing that blocked him from sight was only inches away from his face. It was very likely he’d sneeze and give away his position.
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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.
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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.
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There had been a heart-stopping moment when the door to the storage closet had opened. Akira had glimpsed the desperate face of a blonde woman before she was dragged off, screaming the whole way. And then she was silent. The door was left open, though. Akira couldn’t move to close it. It would give away his position if he did, so he let it stay as it was.
Akira breathed quietly and slowly, controlling his breath as best he knew how. He wondered why the white creatures didn’t come check this room. Maybe they thought the woman had come from there. Maybe the creatures tracked by scent and they couldn’t detect him due to all the dusk, dampness, and heavy mothball stink of the tiny closet.
Whatever the reason, he was grateful for being overlooked.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a window break after a long, tense period of silence. He couldn’t help it anymore. He sneezed, clenching his teeth and making it as soundless as he could. He froze, waiting for the creatures to come investigate.
After an eternity of holding his breath, it seemed nothing was going to happen. He waited until he could take it no more, and let out the breath in relief. He then slipped out of the closet carefully, checking left and right before proceeding. Immediately he felt ridiculous. The hallway was largely undisturbed, aside from the broken window down on one end. He saw no sign of the woman who had opened the closet. Did he imagine that? How strange.
He wasn’t going to stick around and wait for the creatures to return. He needed to get out of the building. It was more like a dead end than a safe haven now. He ran for the stairs, careful to make his steps as light as possible. Maybe Cordell was okay too, but he wasn’t going to count on that. He lingered in the stairwell, listening to make sure it was safe for him to cross the room to the door.
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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.
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Akira’s eyes flicked to the broken chair. Ah, maybe it wasn’t luck after all. He would have to be wary of this Cordell if they met again under differing circumstances. He’d either scared off any white creatures or dealt with them accordingly. Akira himself couldn’t have managed even that. This man should be treated with caution, then.
The assessment over, Akira nodded once at Cordell. “I’m leaving. I don’t know what those things are, but I’m not taking the chances of running into one again.” He paused, heading for the broken door. “Take care,” he said awkwardly, not sure what else could be said to someone who’d taken on the white creatures head-on successfully. He remembered his own futile attempt in the alleyway earlier. That was embarrassing and would never be spoken of again.
With that last phrase, Akira picked his way over the door’s remains and headed cautiously out into the streets again, wary as ever.