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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 21, 2011 14:36:53 GMT -5
Rain shoved his way through the now scrabbling crowd. He slid up next to the hunkered down Kazuhiko. [orange]"We gotta move. Your new partner wont like us shooting up their club much longer."[/orange] The integrity of the glass started to give way and shatter. Rain snatched Mishima by the collar and pulled him out of the way of incoming bullets. [orange]"Head to the kitchen, they're starting up the stairs. I'll try to slow them down a bit."[/orange]
Rain ran over to the stairs and hid behind the corner just at the top. Four guys pushed their way up the stairs. The specter activated his batons turning them into a black katana. As the largest man came in range he greeted his chest with the tip of the blade. With a shove it slid through the russians sternum and out his shoulder blade, his heart cleanly pierced, dead standing. His partners then opened fire, Rain simply used the russian's larger body as a meat shield before tossing the body down on his comrades below sending them falling backwards down the stairs.
Rain then ran into kitchen, everything inside made of stainless steel. He quickly looked for an exit to get himself and Mishima out of the building, the front would likely be closely guarded by more russians. [orange]<Looking for an exit. What are Russians doing here? They arent Yakuza.>[/orange] He ran as far back as he could get in the building and lucky for him he found a trash chute. [orange]"Mishima! This way!"[/orange] Rain would stand and wait for Kazuhiko to go first. Looking down the chute you could see they would land in a dumpster in the alley below.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 24, 2011 10:33:12 GMT -5
When gunfire erupted from the second floor Elita seethed, looking to see Kazuhima getting gung-ho and opening fire on the Russians. The naive young man might have gotten the impression he were 'winning' the fight purely by the accuracy of his shots; his arrogance would get him killed, "Damnit, Kaz!" the Ghost pulled her hood over her head.
Her whole vest flashed before its optical camouflage activated. Perhaps a little more uncouth and obvious to the naked eye, in her movement the optics would shimmer with ultraviolet colours, yet it was far better than being caught in the headlights.
Leaping from the towering speakers over to the railing of the second floor, the widow roadie ran toward Kaz feeling bullets cascade over her head. Elita nudged him to the side as a hailstorm destroyed where he previously stood, "You've had your fun!" she barked while pulling the hood down, revealing her face, "Now get out of here!" picking him up by his shirt and shoving him in Rain's direction.
What a mess. There were no real telling why the Russians were here or who they were affiliated with, it seemed Fumisato were indifferent about the whole affair seeing as he still sat in his booth, only with the curtains closed now. All chaos went on at the ground floor, it wouldn't be long until the PMCs converged on the club.
"Whatever," Elita scowled, putting the hood up. It wasn't her problem, she'd completed what she came for, If there was new intel about the fiasco that Tricell had she would find out once they returned to the apartment. She couldn't risk hopping onto the grid and exposing herself.
It became obvious they wouldn't be getting back to their original ride. Elita shoved through kitchen staff who equally shouted 'Ghost' when they looked around; it was a long shot before the loading bay exit, she had to get out of the way before any of the gunmen made it to the second floor and opened fire. Still invisible and zipping past Rain and Kaz, their exit were obvious, but she would be of better use to them on the roof.
Crashing through a door into an extremely tight spaced managerial office, it looked like a dead end but the Ghost knew there were something here she could utilize. A window, opening it left a gap large enough for Elita to climb out; slamming her foot into the fly-wire that covered it and slipping out into a narrow alley.
Downpour.
The structure of the building had brick columns jutting out that she could use to shimmy up the side, looking down to see more unmarked vans show up. Further down the intersection the flashing lights of what looked like PMC Ethersphere flashed, this was about to turn into a war zone. There were now way the Russians were here for Fumisato or anything about his club. They opened fire on the crowd with extreme prejudice like they were making sure they hit something. Perhaps they knew Kazuhiko was in there, but they didn't know where he were, or which person he was for that matter.
It was the only lead Elita had; she felt a shiver run up her spine that a scolding were waiting for her back at the safehouse. They should have known about this.
<Rain, I'm on the roof, I can guide you two from here.>
Elita climbed over the edge, the rain messing with her vests camouflage forcing her to switch it off.
<Once you reach outside the building head North down the alley, you'll have to cross the street to get to the one after that and it might be crawling with PMCs by then.>
Elita informed, now looking for a place to climb.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 29, 2011 10:09:56 GMT -5
Gunfire and troops got a bit too close for comfort. Rain got slightly annoyed by the Mishima boy's lack of self preservation. He acted a bit suicidal, and now seemed to freeze up. The specter couldnt wait any longer and he wasnt about to fail on this mission. He snatched Kaz by the waist and took him back to their way out. He sent him down the chute first then followed closly behind. Just as he made it into the tube bullets peppered the wall near where he had been standing seconds ago. As he slid downward he pulled out one of he blades and shoved it through the weak walls splitting it and sending sparks flying. This served two purposes for the monitor, one was to slow down his exit so he wouldnt land right on top of Kaz, and two was to send anyone attempting to follow falling through the chute onto the hard concrete below instead of the rounded off exit he would slide down.
When he came out the end grabbed the young man he escorted by the back of his collar and dragged him out of the trash bag pile. Looking around the alley he began heading toward the street north of their exit. The thick downpour made visibility pour but it was fine with Rain his optics picked up everything he needed to see. Thats when Elita came through on their radio. <Rain, I'm on the roof, I can guide you two from here. Once you reach outside the building head North down the alley, you'll have to cross the street to get to the one after that and it might be crawling with PMCs by then.> Opting to stay quiet instead of respond he was reassured that he was heading the right way.
He let go of Kaz just before stepping around the corner onto the side walk. A russian PMC approached from his right at the same moment, he was within Rain's hand-to-hand kill zone though. Poor guy. A quick punch to the bridge of the nose disoriented him enough for the Monitor to take hold of the guys uniform and weapon. He then twisted and flipped the man over his shoulder and back into the alley. Rain quickly did him in with a blade through the heart. He picked up the PMCs weapon, an AK-74u, wasn't his style but the Specter would make due.
Returning to snatch up Kaz once again they continued across the street into yet another alley. Elita was right though the PMCs had already sent a patrol down the very same path heading straight toward them. Mishima was ditched behind a metal dumpster for cover as Rain went to work. He sprayed the three men with the inaccurate 74u. Two of them dropped leaving the one to react. Rain dunked behind the same dumpster Mishma was behind as bullets peppered and chipped away at the surrounding walls.
Staying still prompted the PMC to approach his quick footsteps splashed through the rain as he neared their location. Soon as he was close enough the specter swung from around the corner of the trash bin and swept the man off his feet, as he fell his head hit the wall hard. Rain finished him without inflicting anymore pain by severing the man's spinal cord at the base of the skull.
<The alley is clear. What's my heading now?> Naturally he would need to continue down the alley first so again he took hold of Kaz leading him down the thin passage.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 29, 2011 12:10:52 GMT -5
Stepping out her veil of invisibility while pulling her hood down, Elita leaned over the edge of the building looking down at the conflict Rain brought in his storm against a PMC patrol; effortlessly dispatching the trained mercenaries, even without AIDEN. The Ghost sprinted to the other end of the rooftop ready to hand out more directions.
What she saw made her shiver. The PMC was closer than expected, obviously keeping their patrols close to the nightclub.
<Once you enter the next street cross it on a 45 degree baring to your left, head for an arcade on the opposite side. Don't stop to engage any of the mercenaries.>
It was a good thing the FiveseveN catered for 20 rounds. Reloading would prove fatal for Rain and the Mishima kid other wise.
The white widow crouched, almost hanging over the edge, her optical camouflage clothing keeping her well invisible against the night sky. When it was clear the two dozen or so patrols were aware a hostile presence were moving up the alley towards them was when Elita opened fire.
Each instance a Merc started raising their rifle was when they died. As Rain and Kazuhiko passed through the street silent departure caught each soldier by the head, dropping them as if touched by death watching over the Monitor and Mishima kid, making them untouchable. When they were clear was when the Ghost ran out of ammo.
In that same instance a burning inferno tore at the skin across Elita's cheek, neck and shoulder. Cement exploded behind her peppering her back. It wasn't until a second later she heard the boom of a .50BMG, its bullet moving faster than the speed of sound taking the widow completely by surprise. The bullet had missed just enough to only tear at her skin.
Holding a hand to her neck, Elita ducked behind a ventilation unit which promptly exploded as a .50 blasted through the metal. The optics of her vest at where she'd been grazed ceased to work. Thankfully the two oriental men made it under cover soon enough, but the Ghost would have a bit more trouble guiding them now.
<Rain, I've got a sharpshooter problem. Try to find a vehicle. We'll regroup ... somewhere.>
Pain caused the text in her message to scatter, picking herself up and evading any more sniper fire.
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 30, 2011 15:11:51 GMT -5
Kazuhiko found himself freezing up just in time for Rain to practically force him into the trash chute, as a makeshift exit for them both. The gravity of the recent events was beginning to catch up with him and he just froze. His life would not be the same now. The yakuza surely would not give up, which meant he couldn't just escape this situation and carry on like normal. Maybe he really would have to obey Tricell for now, in exchange for safety?
Submitting to someone's will like that... It sickened him, it did, but perhaps personal safety was more important. Rain had to semi-drag him along the alley and to a dumpster as the tricell agent took out some PMC troops. Then the deafening sound of a higher-calibre bullet snapped Kaz out of his semi-stunned state, as fragments of concrete landed next to him. Looking up, he realised a bullet had just hit the roof. It dawned on him that Elita was up there, and that she had perhaps been covering them.
Kazuhiko's near-superhuman perception came into play as he heard hasty footsteps behind them. Seems some men had gotten past Elita's view, somehow, coming from the other end of the alley. ''Look for a vehicle, I've got this.'' Kaz spoke loudly over the sound of gunshots. The troops seemed to want to get close before they fired, after all, as far as they were concerned Kaz and Rain had not noticed them.
Training coming into play, Kaz whipped out both pistols, turned around, aimed and fired within about two seconds. A couple of men dropped like a sack of bricks as the others opened fire with AK-47us, causing Kaz to dive behind a wall at the end of the alley, hoping that Rain had also managed to get away. With that, he engaged in a fast firefight with the troops. They had the advantage in numbers, but were all packing inaccurate submachine guns, allowing Kaz's accurate aim and pistols to win the day.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 1, 2011 9:45:39 GMT -5
There was no doubting it; the sniper must have had thermal optics in his scope; no other explanation for why he could spot a ghost so well. Elita found herself dodging bullets she could not even hear coming, forced to predict the spot a shooter might direct his bullet and reacting likewise. Her self consciousness damaged her performance; the thought and feeling of a rifle round cutting her in half was daunting at best.
The widow tried hiding amongst hot spots, vents or ducts which pushed a tonne of heat out from the buildings they were connected to, but all that did was encourage the sniper to destroy her cover. He likely had a spotter as well meaning outsmarting the individual would be difficult. If only she had ACALIA she would be able to force her body temperature down.
It annoyed how the one time she wanted something from what she usually despised, she didn't have it. Another round stripped away a piece of metal from the refrigeration unit, she felt a bit of debris chip at her cheek. It wouldn't be long until she had to move again.
Wings of a helicopter could be heard snapping at the air; Elita averted her gaze to the PMC whirlybird hovering over the district carrying with it an unintentional present the ghost was pleased to see. Releasing the slide catch on her FiveseveN after finally taking the opportunity to reload it, Elita took aim at the aircraft and fired a shot. It only acted to catch their attention; once she was their centre of interest the heavy beam spotlight bathed the surroundings around her, hiding her in a veil of heat, turning her invisible once more.
The co-pilot tracked her with the spotlight well, shouting in Japanese at her over a loud speaker. Elita ignored it, sprinting across the rooftop. She aimed for a ladder that would take her up higher, quite a way higher too, powering up each rung passing floor after floor. A .50 round scratched the ladder below the ghost, clearly trying to throw her off; the longer she took the more likely the shooter would catch up with her.
After reaching the top Elita stood at the same altitude as the chopper, the whirlybird flying right in her face just past the edge. The ghost already knew what would happen once she reached the top, she just didn't want to think about it. Her options had run moot, she started sprinting toward the chopper. More shouts of protest in Japanese blared at her after Elita leaped off the side of the building, arms outstretched.
As she flew through the air an explosion erupted. The tail of the chopper had been hit by a .50 round snapping the mini rotor right off its hook. Dread cascaded over the ghost as the bird started slowly spinning in the air, stretching out as far as possible. Her hands connected with one of the skids, clinging to life as the chopper gradually began to spin faster. Redirected gravity attempted to throw her off.
Still high above the street, the chopper began to move toward the building opposite what the ghost stood on last. It had already gone lower than the roof top so no opportunity to drop off and leg it occurred. Elita began counting, a pendulum clicking in synchronization with each full revolution the chopper made, timing herself with her target.
After the fifth count, she let go. Inertia quickly stepping in as her field of view blurred, the feeling of falling engulfed her, noise rattled in her ears.
Elita went feet first through an office window given only milliseconds to curl up before impact, rolling along the floor. A startled grunt was all she could audibly manage after finally coming to a res, taking out half a dozen odd cubicles in the process.
The chopper finally crashed into the side of the building destroying key structure points, Elita felt the floor she stood on slant violently causing her to roll. She crawled up to where a crease had emerged further into the room, the entire floor split in two, pushing away from the quickly crumbling area of building which threatened to fall away at any moment. When the sounds of chaos dialed down the ghost figured the worst was over.
She managed to kneel at least, leaning back against the heels of her feet and breathing in. Peace at last.
Elita went to stand, holding off when agony spiked in her side. Keeping her right arm held up the widow spotted a large shard of glass sticking out from her ribs. Fully aware of the injury now, making any sudden movements only caused pain to shoot to her extremities.
Carefully grabbing the shard, pinching it with her fingers, Elita attempted to pull it out. Her mind clouded with pain as she gritted her teeth, eye wrenched shut; the conflict felt like it lasted for minutes desperately attempting to remove the object. The pale girl came closer and closer to submission feeling her desperation get nowhere, "Gyaaaaah!"
Letting go and falling forwards onto her palm. That was enough; Elita couldn't take anymore. Her hand hovered over the wound trembling, refusing to look at it.
The ghost slowly got to her feet and proceeded to search for an exit. She was no longer in the scope of a sharpshooter. As far as the widow was concerned, it was worth it.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jul 1, 2011 13:27:00 GMT -5
Spinning in place Rain noticed a short line of cars. It was exactly what he and Kaz needed. He ran up checking each door. He finally got lucky with a white and black 1986 Toyota Trueno. The two japanese men loaded into the car and rain quickly hotwired its nearly antique electrical systems. The machine rumbled to life with a strangely deep roar. Finally taking the time to look over the insides this machine was obviously suited for racing. Bucket seats, aftermarket guages, clutch block, and several other noticable mods had been made. He turned on the lights to see in the dark rainy city and they popped up from under the hood. Rain slammed the shifter into first and peeled off. He cruised down the alley approaching the road at the end. As he hit the blacktop he slammed the clutch, used the heel of his right foot to apply the brake while keeping his toes on the gas, then pulled the e-brake hard to send the car sideways. Letting off the clutch now and feathering the gas allowed him to keep the car drifting.
It was then that he heard the explosion of the helicopter crashing into a building. He only needed one guess as to where Elita would be. He kept the car sliding round the next corner then let off the gas to allow the rear tires to catch the concrete. Soon as they did he floored it and made his way toward the back of the building that had been crushed by the helicopter. They where a good two blocks away from where the PMCs would be and he would have a chance to attempt a rendevous with Elita. He parked the car, and checked the streets as he got out. On this side everything was clear. "We need to pick up Elita, come on," he ordered Kaz. Surely he would pay realize she allowed them to get away with their lives and pay her the respect of getting her out of the mess.
He kicked his way into a door on his side and began making his way through the offices. At this hour the building was completely empty. Rain reset the waypoints on his optic displays and it showed Elita was nearby. He bounded up stairs in a stairwell two or three at a time. He hit a fire door and found Elita stumbling down a hall. "Elita we got a ride out this way!" He turned his attention back to Kaz. "Can you help her get out of here? I'll keep the paths clear."
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Post by Arkaym on Jul 4, 2011 13:15:28 GMT -5
Kazuhiko followed Rain obediently. Despite his obedience, his distaste for Rain's attitude grew. The way he barked that order to Kaz, like he was not already planning to help Elita. She risked her life to help him, his semi-code of honour pretty much bound him to help her too.
Once Rain parked the car, Kaz was out and in the building before the Tricell Agent was, the helicopter explosion acting as a suitable eye-opener to kick his senses to their highest calibre. He slowed down quickly though, upon realising that he hadn't the slightest where Elita might be. Rain, however, seemed to have a pretty good idea. Kazuhiko followed him through offices and up stairs until he burst into a hallway, with Elita there staggering around with a sizable shard of glass jutting out of her ribs. Ouch.
Despite another order, though to be fair it was more of a request this time, from Rain, Kaz froze for a moment. This couldn't be right. Elita was powerful, fast, the bullets never seemed to so much as graze her... Hell, she was like a ghost. Bullets don't hit ghosts... Neither do shards of glass.
He approached her quickly, though he was still in a slight daze. He aided her in putting one arm, on her injured side, around his shoulders and he put his own arm around her side, doing his best to lift and support her in what looked like a hell of a nasty injury. With his free hand, he held his pistol, in case of any hostiles Rain might miss. He turned his head to her slightly and smiled, despite his stunned state of mind, part of him impressed that he was able to help her, Elita, that had saved him just hours ago.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 4, 2011 15:16:44 GMT -5
Her legs had almost buckled before Kaz helped Elita keep on her feet; gravity didn't feel so bad after that. Pain shot through her body as the red glistening piece of glass could be felt grinding against her insides. The pale girl didn't want to move; it didn't hurt when she moved. Again and over the ghost would make this obvious as a part of her would resist Kazuhiko's movement, groaning from mental nausea. Things went hectic once they came to stairs. Elita took two steps before keeling, putting her arms around her oriental escort to keep from toppling down the well. She reacquainted herself with the concrete before continuing, hand latching onto the handrail for support. Looking over the side made it seem to go on forever, like some sort of torture, all the widow wished for was that it would end. Time they already didn't have kept slipping away from the three; it wouldn't take long for the PMCs and Russians to shift the conflict into their area. If there were any fighting Elita was too deafened by agony to be aware of it. The neon blur of red light shone in her icy blue hues as her olfactory met the humidity of Tokyo streets; they had finally made it outside. The Trueno's front passenger seat was knocked forwards before the ghost was helped into the back; almost spilling herself onto the leather, avoiding hitting her wound best as possible. So much strength had been lost in the endeavor that Elita felt close to passing out, the darkness of the backseat nearly swooning her to sleep. A silent refusal was made. The widow pushed it all aside as she pinched the shard starting the tug-of-war over again, gritting her teeth and snorting in exertion.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jul 6, 2011 10:59:48 GMT -5
Rain led the way back down the stair well Elita hanging in behind with Kaz. They where still ahead of the PMCs the helicopter crash must have slowed them down a bit. It wouldnt be much longer though, they would be making the long way around the block soon enough. They burst out of the building's door. Rain used the terribly inaccurate AK-47u to scan the street. To the left; clear. To the right; a few PMCs could be seen popping around the corner way down the block. Knowing he possibly was out of view to them at this distance in the dark bought him the time he needed. He opened the passenger door for Kaz and Elita, sliding the seat forward before running to the driver side. He hoped in and waited for everyone to load before taking off.
He brought the classic to life made a U turn. He was attempting to keep their identity hidden by not peeling off as soon as he had the chance. Instead he waited till he was just around the corner and and when the coast was clear he took off. He fixed his rear view mirror on the back seat taking a look at the wound his partner had recieved. It was ugly, it'd need attention soon. Rain shimmied out of his dress coat and handed it to Kaz. [orange]"Have you dressed a wound before? If so you can use this as a tourniquet. That glass needs to come out before it causes further damage."[/orange] He looked into the mirror. [orange]"That was one hell of a show you put on back there. I think we slowed them enough to get away. I can have us back at the safe house soon."[/orange]
The Trueno flew through the thin japanese roads, and slid around corners taking a winding path back to the safe house. Hopefully shaking any unseen followers.
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Post by Arkaym on Jul 7, 2011 16:51:43 GMT -5
Kaz ran a hand through his hair, pushing it up slightly out of pure nervousness. ''I... I've dressed a few wounds before... Just injuries during practice, nothing major.'' Swallowing a lump down in his throat, he put the dress coat on his lap as he fixated himself on removing that shard of glass.
Rather than give Elita time to prepare, he thought he'd handle it better if he just went for it. Out of nowhere, he placed one hand around the shard, resting on her stomach with some force. With his other hand he grabbed the end of the shard so rough that it cut his flesh slightly. Pulling as soon as he had a firm grasp, the shard came out after a few seconds of a struggle. Kaz fell back into his seat, his head bumping into the car door painfully as the shard came away quicker than he expected.
Tossing it aside he grabbed the coat and pressed it to the wound firmly, using it properly as a tourniquet. He concentrated on her wound entirely, ignoring the splitting pain in his head and the blood steadily dripping from the cuts in his hand. His eyes were glued to the wound as he swallowed down another lump in his throat. ''Do either of you have any pain relief?'' His words were a little hoarse and rushed, the stress of the situation getting to him.''
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 8, 2011 12:18:45 GMT -5
A half muffled blood curdling wail blasted out of the back seat as the shard ejected from the white widow's side, red fluid immediately seeped out of her wound and soaked into her clothing, a spray hitting the roof as she finally went to breathe only to cough harshly. Elita rolled over and pressed her face into the leather seat trying to muffle her verbal agony; she twitched whenever a nerve hit a sore spot.
Hesistation came from the desire to avoid any more of the sting; such an unnatural anomaly with her body only confused and turned her delirious. The ghost finally pressed her palm against the wound to stave off the bleeding, at the same time feeling full force all the detail of the wound. With a raspy breath she too felt where her lung was pierced, coughing out another plume of blood vapor.
Pain relief was placed on the cards. Both the Monitors already knew the answer. Elita reached out to place a warm with crimson covered hand on Rain's shoulder, "Acalia-" the ghost only managed to say to the spectre before another harsh cough scraped at her throat.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jul 11, 2011 7:43:39 GMT -5
Rain new his objective before Mishima brought up pain killers, and Elita's screams only reinforced what he needed to do. With the gas petal all the way down now the panda Trueno became a blur through the city streets. The specter kept his eyes moving at all times from the road to the mirrors to the sides. Almost as if paranoid he watched for PMCs to come out of no where. This continued until they made it all the way back to their hideout. The helicopter crash had done its job and allowed them to get away.
The car made its way back into the heart of their base and came at last to a halt in front of the elevator doors. Rain popped the door and slid his seat forward to help Elita out of the back seat. With the extent of the wound as it was Rain didn't wish for the ghost to exhert herself anymore, if she did she'd likely lose consiousness anyway. He picked her up cradling her in his arms and approached the large metal doors. The scanners on the elevator picked up on each of the monitor's biometrics and opened the doors for them. Once the trio entered the lift they would be launched toward the penthouse.
The doors slide open and Rain headed immediately toward the stairs to the rooms. He pistoned his legs up the stairs carrying his and Elita's weight. Once standing infront of the door to her room it too opened quietly for them. He took her inside and gently laid her on the bed. Recalling the design of the ACALIA suit now he remembered that the vambraces wher the specific part that would provide the medication she needed. He spun in the middle of her floor looking for the suit before finally finding it. Snatching the vambraces he returned to her side and attached it to her forearm.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 15, 2011 10:21:03 GMT -5
Sounds of several injections occurring could be heard once the vambrace had clicked onto Elita's arm pumping reams of stabilizers and nootropics into her system. Almost instantaneously she took one deep breath in as if cured of the plague, still wheezing from the damaged lung, but breathing none the less.
The ghost didn't open her eyes. ACALIA had put her out to heal up. There were no danger from it; just as much as it could render her asleep, it could wake her equally as quick. For now the pale girl rested on her bed, haphazardly breathing; the optics from her vest flashed now and again shimmering from the damage it took. Besides the static she looked to be resting peacefully.
Hana had been missed completely as the three other beings entered the apartment. Not surprising considering she were sitting in a distant corner of the lounge, not out of sight, only far enough from any awareness to be out of mind.
Shrugging her brow while bathing in her laptops artificial light and sipping at a strong cup of coffee, "Party hard," she whimsically commented before her fingers started tacking away at the keyboard.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jul 18, 2011 19:31:38 GMT -5
A bit of weight lifted from Rain's shoulders as Elita drifted into a drug induced slumber. He deactivated the active combat settings on her vest so that it would stop shimmering around her and shut down to a restorative and inactive state. He then carefully and properly dressed her wound, so that no more blood would be lost. Even with the help of the ACALIA's vambrace she would still need a doctor. One which he would call in soon enough. Once she looked properly set to rest he covered her with a sheet and returned to the hallway.
He'd nearly forgotten about Mishima till he saw him there in the hall. He realized he hadn't properly spoken to him since they fought in another hall several hours ago. Rain stood facing him in his black, white, and red blood stained suit. He gave a slight bow and spoke before rising. [orange]"Thank you for everything Kazuhiko. I know this has been all very sudden, and largely against what you wished to do. And for that I am sorry."[/orange] He then rose looking him in the eyes. [orange]"But you are a very strong man. You have proven yourself time and again..."[/orange] He paused before saying the next line.
[orange]"Your father would be more than proud of the man you have become. I hope that you can forgive us for putting you through so much tonight. But things are beginning to move, and obviously Tricell sees that you will play some role in future events. I will call for an escort to pick you up as soon as possible. With the turn of recent events Tricell will speed up your retrieval from this area. I wish you the best."[/orange] He saw Mishima off to his room leaving future events up for him to decide, and ponder upon.
Next Rain returned to his room to of the safe house. He undressed and took a quick shower washing blood, sweat, and dirt from his body. He pulled his black hair back with a matching pony tail holder and finished cleaning himself by shaving. When he left the bathroom he put the AIDEN back on. It suctioned to his body, fitting perfectly. He'd worn it so long it was like putting his skin back on. He stretched just a bit to make sure everything was aligned properly. Once satisfied he left his quarters and walked back down the hall.
He pulled up an orange holographic display and resynced his systems with the network inside the safe house. First order of business he checked up on Elita's vital signs, she was stablized and doing well. The ACALIA was an amazing unit, although he could only imagine it had its downsides for the wearer as well. He put in an order to get a doctor to inspect her lung and wound as soon as possible. Next up was to advance the retrieval of Kazuhiko which was simple enough. As a finishing touch he setup the retrieval shipment and doctor visit to come on the same trip to cut back on unnecissary air time, his supervisor would approve.
After checking messages and status updates from various people and heads of Tricell Rain decided to check up on the building to make sure no one had followed them. Something quickly caught his eye. Vital signs for the building showed four personnel. He quickly pulled up profiles for each, fearing someone had snuck in behind them. He was quite relieved when he saw that it was another Tricell agent and not any unexpected guests. He realized that they must have missed ms. Hana Belle on their rushed way in. So the specter rose to his feet and made his way back to the common room.
He came down the stairs taking in the dim room this time. It wasnt hard to miss the lady in black with everything below her nose hidden behind her laptop. The first thing Rain took notice of was the design of the suit. It was uncannily modeled after his own. Except with more lighted patches than his own, and these glowed blue rather than the orange of his own. He approached her calmly to introduce himself, raising a hand in a very gentleman-esque way. [orange]"I apologize for not taking notice of you on our entrance. I was finishing up a situation. I do not believe we have met. My name is Kenichiro Kojima, everyone in Tricell calls me Rain."[/orange]
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