Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Jun 21, 2012 22:17:57 GMT -5
A howl of sheer agony escaped the beasts toothy maw as it flailed against the trauma caused by the vicious stab from the blade. In response to the action permitted by the fearless female adversary, the thick mucous-like nictitating membrane closed down firmly upon the shattered, gelatin-like eye. The shutter became a natural semi-bandage for the critical amount of bleeding that was occurring on the inside of the creatures eye socket. Every action seemed to open the wound due to the nature of the impalement, there was little to nothing that the creature could do to remold such a vital visual aid to perfect working order when the source of the damage continued to remain. Attempts tried were evident, but the sheer presence of the piece of metal continued to cause damage with each replicating cycle. The genetic remap happened flawlessly, only to once again have the same object in the same place as before. This apparently became much like a endless loop at this point. The obvious pain of the situation was unbearable, but the monster had come to terms with what had happened and made no attempts to continue to dwell on what could not be helped. The blade still rested jarred in the eye socket with the sideways blade wedged tightly between the second eye lids of the diagonal nictitating membrane. The women held the blade steadfast and the creature decided to rely on what could possibly be the oldest trick in the animal kingdom- flailing like a madman.
Anger was the raw abundant emotion felt, anger for the pain that was committed so effortlessly from behind. Behind- that was also what played through it’s mind as there was no opposition in front of it. The Hunter had not processed the fact that the female opposition could have still been to it’s immediate backside. A low growl was issued as the claws fruitlessly failed to reach their mark. Nothing was there. Rotating proved absolutely no immediate gratification to finding the source of the attack either. Clicking and snarling followed as the beast became feral in approach and crouched its hybrid figure into a near perfect defensive line. This did not last long. The beast had figured it out as it’s scales moved meaningfully up and down with the crawling of it‘s under skin. Fight mode was soon to be engaged full on- with a vengeance.
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The Metro Shuttle that housed The Good Doctor seemed to have vanish into the abyss of darkness ahead, lights and engine noises fading as the screeching sounds of breaks engaging and disengaging being the only ghost left to haunt the area for a short amount of time. Marlboro never turned his head back to witness the full departure of The Good Doctor, he had unfinished business to attend to and the rest of the plot to twist and mold. Things hardly ever made perfect sense anymore these days, but who in their right mind actually wanted everything to make perfect sense- where would the fun be in it?
What most would consider suicide was what Hammond Marlboro was too stubborn to let go. He had no reason to confront Aya other than the tid-bit of information that wailed in his head like a screaming banshee. What would it solve to confront her? What was the purpose in probing for answers? Why would he risk everything on a single conversation with a woman that wanted him dead. He was sure that she would be stubborn about it, and positive that she would attempt to kill him on the spot. He was not God, he did not call all the shots or have all the answers to every question. One in particular seemed to bother him more than some. He was certain that her wisdom on the situation would be much more helpful that the data found by dead researchers. Luck had not been on his side in the possibilities of finding the truth. Luck had not been given at all in the means to find the missing link to it all. He simply had made his own luck and rode out his decisions to the very end no matter what consequences were to be faced.
Past the ramps that surrounded the metro loading area was a extremely long service ladder that would lead to the maintenance corridor of the lower laboratory in which Aya and the Hunter were pitted in mortal combat. The service entrance was approximately due south of the arena were the Hunter Omega and Aya were pitted in mortal combat. The metal door that led to the basement laboratory was rigged with a chime system that issued a series of beeps to indicate that it was useable for passage. It had hardly ever been used since the construction of the recently destroyed express elevator. Even when it had been used it was only by the workers that installed the elevator unit itself and saw the construction of the electronics that power the Metro Shuttle. All in all, the service ladder would prove to be the most noteworthy means of Aya making her way down to Marlboro’s current position.
There was no question that the woman was a survivor. Marlboro did not underestimate her in that department by any means. Right here and now, all he could manage to do was wait and see what seeking a council with her would been like. The man had no intentions of trying to harm her in any way- personally. Marlboro was ready for her if he needed to be, but destroying something so close to “Mother”… “ The Hand of Progenitor” itself would be wasteful if not completely irrelevant to everything that Project Ascension would stand for.
If the world was coming to a end then the final fire to burn would not be from the hand of Marlboro, but from the civilians of the world itself. All it took was handing them a book of matches and possibly a few words of encouragement from long hidden foes all over the globe. Marlboro would not let this happen, what happened all these years fell out of his grip and rolled from the palm of his hand. They had weapons never dreamt of and conspiracies that dwelled in the rotten core of every global economic market, not to mention the ability to breed unnatural humans like they were making a hybrid flower. These people were not completely mad with power, they were curious of human longevity above all else. They wished to preserve those they loved from dangerous illnesses, and instead created a beast that’s only nature was to kill and destroy. Marlboro had his own concerns with the TRUE nature of “Progenitor” and according to his theories, Aya would have ’some’ of the answers that he was looking for.
The man was no coward and would not run from one of the most dangerous Superhuman anomalies in known existence.
( OOC: The latter part is a matter of choice. There is no set pattern or whatnot. Should another route be taken then Marlboro will merely use another method of escape and catch up with Aya on a later date. Conversation held will be part of Project Ascension plot. Dwelling on Aya's nature with Progenitor gave me a radical idea chu might like.)
Anger was the raw abundant emotion felt, anger for the pain that was committed so effortlessly from behind. Behind- that was also what played through it’s mind as there was no opposition in front of it. The Hunter had not processed the fact that the female opposition could have still been to it’s immediate backside. A low growl was issued as the claws fruitlessly failed to reach their mark. Nothing was there. Rotating proved absolutely no immediate gratification to finding the source of the attack either. Clicking and snarling followed as the beast became feral in approach and crouched its hybrid figure into a near perfect defensive line. This did not last long. The beast had figured it out as it’s scales moved meaningfully up and down with the crawling of it‘s under skin. Fight mode was soon to be engaged full on- with a vengeance.
<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>
The Metro Shuttle that housed The Good Doctor seemed to have vanish into the abyss of darkness ahead, lights and engine noises fading as the screeching sounds of breaks engaging and disengaging being the only ghost left to haunt the area for a short amount of time. Marlboro never turned his head back to witness the full departure of The Good Doctor, he had unfinished business to attend to and the rest of the plot to twist and mold. Things hardly ever made perfect sense anymore these days, but who in their right mind actually wanted everything to make perfect sense- where would the fun be in it?
What most would consider suicide was what Hammond Marlboro was too stubborn to let go. He had no reason to confront Aya other than the tid-bit of information that wailed in his head like a screaming banshee. What would it solve to confront her? What was the purpose in probing for answers? Why would he risk everything on a single conversation with a woman that wanted him dead. He was sure that she would be stubborn about it, and positive that she would attempt to kill him on the spot. He was not God, he did not call all the shots or have all the answers to every question. One in particular seemed to bother him more than some. He was certain that her wisdom on the situation would be much more helpful that the data found by dead researchers. Luck had not been on his side in the possibilities of finding the truth. Luck had not been given at all in the means to find the missing link to it all. He simply had made his own luck and rode out his decisions to the very end no matter what consequences were to be faced.
Past the ramps that surrounded the metro loading area was a extremely long service ladder that would lead to the maintenance corridor of the lower laboratory in which Aya and the Hunter were pitted in mortal combat. The service entrance was approximately due south of the arena were the Hunter Omega and Aya were pitted in mortal combat. The metal door that led to the basement laboratory was rigged with a chime system that issued a series of beeps to indicate that it was useable for passage. It had hardly ever been used since the construction of the recently destroyed express elevator. Even when it had been used it was only by the workers that installed the elevator unit itself and saw the construction of the electronics that power the Metro Shuttle. All in all, the service ladder would prove to be the most noteworthy means of Aya making her way down to Marlboro’s current position.
There was no question that the woman was a survivor. Marlboro did not underestimate her in that department by any means. Right here and now, all he could manage to do was wait and see what seeking a council with her would been like. The man had no intentions of trying to harm her in any way- personally. Marlboro was ready for her if he needed to be, but destroying something so close to “Mother”… “ The Hand of Progenitor” itself would be wasteful if not completely irrelevant to everything that Project Ascension would stand for.
If the world was coming to a end then the final fire to burn would not be from the hand of Marlboro, but from the civilians of the world itself. All it took was handing them a book of matches and possibly a few words of encouragement from long hidden foes all over the globe. Marlboro would not let this happen, what happened all these years fell out of his grip and rolled from the palm of his hand. They had weapons never dreamt of and conspiracies that dwelled in the rotten core of every global economic market, not to mention the ability to breed unnatural humans like they were making a hybrid flower. These people were not completely mad with power, they were curious of human longevity above all else. They wished to preserve those they loved from dangerous illnesses, and instead created a beast that’s only nature was to kill and destroy. Marlboro had his own concerns with the TRUE nature of “Progenitor” and according to his theories, Aya would have ’some’ of the answers that he was looking for.
The man was no coward and would not run from one of the most dangerous Superhuman anomalies in known existence.
( OOC: The latter part is a matter of choice. There is no set pattern or whatnot. Should another route be taken then Marlboro will merely use another method of escape and catch up with Aya on a later date. Conversation held will be part of Project Ascension plot. Dwelling on Aya's nature with Progenitor gave me a radical idea chu might like.)