Logs:Red Dead Conflagration
| Red Dead Conflagration | |
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Let's hope we can get home again. | |
| Dramatis Personae | 23 October, 2011 A strike upon the Order of St. Giles |
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| The sun had been down for an hour when Nia got a text from Max. The text was typical Max text 'Pickup at FP, and moving a guy from here to some Spanish town, you probably know it'. Max was already waiting outside of the Pig, dressed for travel by the looking of it. Tan cargo pants over her black hiking boots with a simple white tank tops that failed to cover the black sports bra underneath. The mountain breeze carried the smoke from the cherry of her cigarette as she continued to put her gear back into the faded olive green dufflebag. "I should be home being fucked in every hole by my boyfriend," the silver haired punk muttered to herself as she reached for her denim jacket, pausing with it in her grip as she mentally sort the possible routes through the Nevernever. While not classically gorgeous to look at, the Land Rover that pulled into the parking lot and shut down with hardly a peep in protest was, at the very least, highly practical. Sure, it wasn't glitzy or glamorous, but it certainly got the job done. Nia climbed out of the driver's side and took her long legged strides toward Max, looking like she didn't quite fit with the car, but it wasn't on purpose. The Brasiliera stood tall and proud with her trademark excellent posture, and even wearing a pair of black yoga pants, black low-profile sneakers, and a teal green, tightly hewn, tank to, she looked like she could have been modeling the outfit. Her tanned, muscular arms were left bare and her shoulders seemed to catch the light from the parking lot a bit as she moved. All of her thick, coffee colored, hair had been pulled back into a braid that followed the line of Nia's spine, and left her facial features in sharp relief, from the high cheek bones to the almondine eyes that glinted somewhat pale in the side lighting. Her silent feet stopped a little bit from Max, and she offered the woman a partial smile. "Hey Max, did you need me to go with you?" Curiosity had twined its way through Nia's words, and she glanced around to see if there was anyone waiting, or where the person was that Max was taking on a little walk. In the distance, two vehicles made their way up the Farrington Highway, the leading one a scooter that made its way slowly into the parking lot and stopping. The man on the back had just cross into being an adult, a dark haired lad dressed in jean shorts, and white sneakers, with a small dark purple bag on his back. He took off his helmet, and pauses as if not sure where to put it, the absolute indecision before he turned to put it on the back on the scooter and tie it on. He scanned the parking lot. The corner of Max's lips lifted. "That's pretty standard I thought, and I don't know where the fuck this is." Max reached into her pocket to pull out the folded letter to pass to Nia, her tawny eyes going to the scooter parking. "Benjamin Constant, Brazil, and some coordinates. Apparently, me and our boy are getting some ink done." A dry chuckle slipped out, "The artist is going to have a time of it trying to find real estate for it." She sucked on her cigarette and plucked it out of her mouth. "The Wardens got ahold of this one, and sent him our way by way of whoever the fuck they talk to." She wanted for Nia to take the letter for her to read it, and her free hand moved into the opening of the dufflebag. "How's Fred doing? Still hating paradise?" Nia arched a lovely eyebrow up rather high, looking at the letter and letting out a breath from between pursed lips that almost, but not quite, caused her to whistle. "Alright then, looks like a normal sort of drop off. And don't worry about the real estate for the ink, it's not ink that you see most of the time anyway. And it goes far deeper than any tattoo you've had before." Nia glanced up at Max and gave her what looked to be the ghost of a supportive smile. "But don't worry, it won't ruin any of the ink you already have on your body. And no one will notice unless it's time to notice, and then you really do hope they know what they're seeing." Nia let out a slight, mirthless, chuckle and finally took a full breath. "Alrighty, so this Matthew guy needs to go to Brazil, and you, so it looks like I'm the one that knows where you're going. I can't be much help over there, but I can get you there, and then I'll just enjoy some local cuisine while I'm hanging out, I guess." Nia smirked a little and shrugged. "Fred's alright, or was the last time he checked in. He's still figuring some things out, and its required some... work on his part. Mostly not on the island. But when he gets his shit together, he'll either come back, or I'll head over to where he is." The Portuguese accent thickened up every so often as Nia spoke, mostly when she was talking about something that either she didn't think too hard about, or felt something for. Which made it difficult to tell which was which, at times. "This the kid?" Nia motioned to scooter boy. Matthew didn't take long to decide who had silver hair, and slowly walked over to the two of them. There was a conscience effort to show he had nothing in them. "Uhh... Hi? Shep didn't say anything about a password or anything, but I know I was supposed to mean a chick with silver hair here, so..." He shrugged a bit, and risked coming closer to the two women. "I'm Matt, you're Max... And?" His eyebrows came up, "And you are? Or am I not supposed to ask?" Max watched Matthew as he walked up, frowning a touch. "That is so sweet of Shep to tell you a name. I'm still a bit pissed at Jo for the whole pig thing, but technically I--" There was a solid crack of impacted meat and bone, then a fine mist in the air, a blood mist with a hint of burn as Max was thrown back to the ground, her eyes wide with fear. Her lips moved, but nothing came out save a wet cough followed by a bubbling sound. The crouch of her jeans grew wet from piss as her body went into full panic, and a moment later her pupils elongated, the tawny and whites gone to be replaced by that black night. The crack of the shot rang out from the hills, and there was an impact of metal, and a hiss of fluid as a 50 caliber round punched through the hood of the land rover, and through the engine block, fluids immediately started leaking on the ground under the front of the vehicle. Nia had started to give Matthew a somewhat welcoming smile, though the wariness of dealing with another infectee maintained it's standing and the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hello Matthew. I hope that Jo and Shep were helpful, they do seem to be here for the people of the island, no matter what kind of..." And of course, whatever she was thinking was cut short by the sudden impact of Max getting hit with what one could only assume was a bullet.. or canon ball. The breath left her lungs as Max was falling down, and Nia turned, thoughts streaming fast enough that she wasn't really able to give words to much of anything. Her hands hit hard into Matthew's chest as she pushed him toward the water. "MOVE!" The word was hard and growled as much as it was spoken, when Nia tried to get Matthew to move his ass. Gripping Max under the upper arms, Nia grunted violently and started dragging the struck woman backward, toward the water. "GO, GO, GO." Nia's new mantra was without any doubt as she tried valiantly to get the three of them to the relative safety of the other side of the rock face, and the water, and the hole underneath them that housed the Fallen Pig. Matthew was still in shock like Nia shoved him down the hill, he tried to recover into a controlled roll when there was another crack from the cannon on the cliff. His instincts pushed him to use the blood in his system, his body blurring as the round ripped his shirt in a line as it passed him by. "Fuck!" He covered his ringing ear as his feet got under him and he ran towards towards the bottom of the hill, scanning the area in a panic. Max tried to groan as Nina picked her up, but the wind was still thoroughly knocked out of her. When she did drag in a breath, it was only enough from her to sob in pain, her fingers gripped Nia's shirt, torquing the material, and the warm underneath it was almost hypnotizing. She coughed out her breath, flecks of blood spraying. As her fangs slipped out, she closed her eyes, turning around from Nia. Below them was crashing waving, quieting from the stiff mountain breeze. Out on the water, chem-lites on the waves, spun with flourish, and a feminine voice shouted back to the trio 'ALOHA!' There were two people out on the water, bobbing on their surfboards and decidedly unphased by the crack of gunfight. There was the last shot as Nia dragged Max over the hill, she barely noticed from the influx of adrenaline the snap of the round as it burned its way pass her thigh. "Hold on." Nia growled the order at Max, as if it would help her in any way, and kept dragging the woman as fast as her feet could move. The hiss of annoyance from her came in the wake of another gunshot as she felt a burning sensation along the side of her thigh. The daggers exiting her eyeballs in precisely the direction of the shooter spoke volumes of Nia's plans to literally murder a motherfucker. But still, she moved. "Into the bar, Matthew." Nia's accent had thickened tremendously, but luckily it wasn't one of those muddy languages that ruined English completely, and she was still understandable. Nia ignored any other people and just kept dragging until she and Max were in the bar, at which point she screamed loudly "HELP! I need help here!" The Fallen PigUnique as far as bars go in Oahu, The Fallen Pig has been tucked down under a long-since quieted lava cavern and partially submerged in the water. It makes for an interesting atmosphere, the sounds of water lapping against the basalt cave are a steady backdrop for the conversations at the bar. Entry to the bar is achieved either by leaping into the ocean off of the rocks over head and swimming in or by a partially submerged pathway to the side, that leads from the rockier area of the beach. People can swim around the caverns and enjoy the steady temperature of the 4 foot deep water, or can move up to the bar in its slightly elevated area and sit on submerged bar stools. The color scheme is almost entirely natural. The lights of the bar are the only concession to modern sensibilities. Even the lampshades are made of woven strands of tree bark and rice paper dyed orange with papaya. Of course, there's a TV in the bar (the power source kept well above the water line) for those who want to catch up on the latest news or sporting event. We aren't savages! The formation of the bar, really the entire area, has very strong magical diffusion properties. The shape of the walls mixed with the constant touch of water make it almost impossible to practice magic there at all. Combine that with the protection spells guarding the place and all magic users know that only fools attempt to cast within The Fallen Pig. Outside, The deep blue night sky is clear and cloudless, and the stars glitter. A vigorous, slightly chilly, wind blows down from the mountains to stir the warm air. In through the side entrance of the Fallen Pig, came a woman. Backwards. Dragging something. Said woman was quite obviously fit and built like she should be photographed for a fitness magazine, even though she was dressed in nothing but a pair of black yoga pants and a close fitting, teal green, tank top. Even her rich, coffee colored hair was pulled back into a long brain down her spine. As she moved, though, the line of ripped fabric along her right thigh could be noticed, along with the blood marring her flesh beneath. As Nia came further into the room, it was suddenly apparent that she was dragging Max, who was bleeding profusely from her chest, which was clearly evident soaking her white tank top and down to her tan cargo pants, which were also wet with a liberal amount of urine. Following the two women was a young man, lovely to look at, with dark skin. He was wearing a dark shirt, jean shorts, and a purple backpack, and had the look of someone about 2 seconds from freaking out. From Nia's mouth came the scream of "HELP! I need help here!" As the three of them made their way into the bar, at a rapid clip. Inside the bar, there was Ulah manning the bar, always one for hugs from anyone that would take them. He was the cheerful sort with his sun leathered tan skin, and one milky white eye. The cracks that had echoed through the cave-like bar had his attention as he set down the glass he was polishing to reach under the counter to double check the object there, the man scanned the other patrons' reactions when his eyes went to the screaming Nia. The man cleared the counter of napkins. "Ulah gives you letters, and he gets blood in return. Get her out of the water so she doesn't excite the sharks anymore!" The man shook his head to start gather supplies. Matthew was trying his best to keep his cool as he followed Max and Nia in the wake of blood, his eyes were jet black, and he covered his mouth with his hand. Once inside, he turned to move away from Nia and Max, putting his hand against the stone wall as he tried to catch his breathe. The man with dark hair and tan skin, definitely Latin American, simply smiled and took another sip of his tequila. He was dressed in white board shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt, watching the blood spread through the water with a hungered look.
Her eyes go wide at the abrupt entrance of Nia and Max, it taking a moment to recognize the face of her friend. Her face goes through a range of emotions, seeming to settle on half panic and half rage, her lips curled in the first letter of an expletive that is soon to leave her mouth. Bat-pouch number three contains a phone and of all the options available to her it seems the best choice. Unfolding the small black and rugged looking phone, she started to dial 911 while making her way over to Max. "Who did this?" She asks of Nia, her voice a little strangled as she tries to contain her rage, the scents of a summer meadow following her as she heads from the bar. Originally seated by the bar, Bjorn had stood up when the gunfire was heard, a look, first of disbelief. Hair loose about his face, he was wearing jeans today, grey hikers, and a shirt plain black and not having something witty to say for once... Mark it on a calendar I suppose. He blinked again before looking at the door as Nia, Max, and other enter the bar, his eyes blinking in Disbelief. "Max?..." He quickly moves over toward them to help get Max over to the bar. "What happened?" Nia's head turned and she looked at Ulah, fixing him with her stare for a long moment. Her eyes were still their usual shade of gray, but steely like she was resolved to resist... well, something. Her lips pressed in a tight, flat, line as she dragged Max over toward the bar top, hefting the smaller woman up with a huff of breath as she tried to get her out of the water. "Algum filho da puta atirou nela." Nia's Portuguese flew from her mouth with the sound that it might well be a curse she was uttering. "Hold on Max." Nia managed to grind it out between her teeth in English, though heavily accented. When people came up toward them, or asked specifically about Max by name, Nia scanned over them and nodded. "I'm Nia, someone shot her, and shot my truck... and... I guess they shot me." She managed to wrangle Max up onto the bar and then looked down at her leg, blinking. "Matthew, voce e atingido?" She frowned at the confused look it likely garnered her. "Are you hit?" Her eyes then started the process of scanning the bar and its occupants, though the movement and people coming closer made it a little less of a quick thing than it might usually be for the brasiliera. Max's eyes were oily black orbs, devoid of anything that could be considered a soul. The woman was gasping for breath, each one swallow and causing her to cough up blood. She only managed a sob as she was placed onto the bar top, her attention dragging from one person to another as she licked her lips hungrily, shifting her thighs apart. It was Ulah that grabbed a pair of left behind credit cards, he took Max's hand to get her attention. "You are giving me so many hugs for this." The bartender pulled Max's shirt up and rolled her sports bra up, exposing her mammaries. A massive hole, the width of a thumb poured blood, foaming and bubbling with each breath she took, he pressed the credit card to the wound, and took a clean bar rag to hold over it. Ulah took Max's hand to hold over it to as well. He nodded to Casia, "You may want to use the landline, this place ain't the best for cellphones." He nodded to Bjorn, "Hold this while I check her back. And her ribs are broken, not breathing will kill her faster." Matthew waved Nia's question off. "My ear is still ringing, and my skin burns... Just having a moment not to lose my shit if you don't mind." The man leaned a bit closing to the wall, trying to control his breathing. The Latin man simply watching it all unfold, sipping his tequila, the hungry look in his eyes, and his gaze settled in Nia, and he again licked his lips. "Can she not erm... you know, heal this?" Casia looks from Max to Nia, rather hoping to get the point across without being too obvious. Stepping a little closer to Max she bites at her lip as she tries to suppress something, rubbing her thighs together until she is brought back to focus by Ulah. "Right, yes!" Closing her phone, she lips, stumbles and then semi-sprints to the end of the bar with the phone set near by. Grabbing the handset, she starts to dial numbers. "Big guy? Do you know her other half? Could you call him?" This is directed towards Bjorn. "Also, lots of lip licking going on, you notice that?" "Her other half?" Bjorn looks confused at that, perhaps he's not up with what Max has been up to enough to answer that. At the lips comment he says, "A lot of blood can have that ef..." A sniff and a tilt of his head and Bjorn says, "What is that? Someone backing up a fuel truck? Who the hell did you piss off?" He suddenly gets a look of foreboding as the thought of them getting burned alive in the bar not being high on his list for ways to go. Nia shook her head once, looking grim. "No, she cannot. It would be helpful..." Nia growled under her breath before she finally blinked and looked up at Bjorn curiously, inhaling. "I'm afraid my nose isn't able to get past the blood right now... you smell gasolina?" Her grim face became downright concerned now. And then Nia froze. Whatever was going on with Max and Ulah fixing her up to help her breathe, it wasn't what was in Nia's fore-thoughts. Neither were the concept of Max's significant other. Or Casia. Or Bjorn warning them of the impending smell of gasoline possibly coming to cause some VERY real problems. No. Instead, Nia's gaze was fixated on the man sitting alone at the table in the middle of the Fallen Pig. Nia's breathing shallowed, and her shoulders rolled slightly to give her the look of someone literally about to tackle the shit out of someone. "Seu filho da puta." Words that burned like fire and were filled so full of hate they almost burst coming out of Nia's lips were uttered with pure distaste at the man sitting at the table, licking his lips and smirking at their misery. Max held the wound, the smell of her own blood as well as the scent of it on her breath was just layering Hungering madness on her pain. The fact her scents were sharpening at the edge of her life wasn't helping and she strengthened her grip on the rag covered credit card over her wound as Ulah rolled her. A split second of scream escaped her before a coughing fit had she coughing up blood and foam. Her head turned to the stairs, and she pushed at Nia to point towards the stairs that led up to the lockers and the outside world beyond. Ulah leaned in to hold Max to her side, getting the credit card in place over the exit wound on Max's back, and placing another rag over it as he carefully rolled her onto her back. He looked to Casia, "The nearest ambulance is 15 to 25 minutes." The Latin man smiled warmly as Bjorn took notice of the truck upstairs, and Dom glanced to the stairs. When Nia spoke to him, his attention returned to her, "Minha mae era santa. E depois que seu marido e voce queimaram minha casa, a reviravolta e justa." He took another sip of his tequila. "And since our bartender has decided where he stands on this matter, I am absolved of all matters of neutrality. So comes the ultimatum, you and..." He gestured to Matthew, "Him, or even little Max? Was it? Can drink their fill, and accept their destiny as members of the Red Court, and the snipers won't kill your beautiful black vestiges... Or you can stay, and we all sacrifice ourselves to Pele." He paused and gestured to Ulah, "There is what this place is for after all, right? You honor her. I am trying to keep with the spirit." There hold a hollow clunk from upsides, "And they not to rush the stairs. I understand incendiary rounds and tanker trunks do not mix." The man's chest shook with a humorless laugh. "Or you could risk a trip to the other side with Max, where some very infernal creatures await very hungry." "15 to 25 minutes?" Casia's jaw drops open as she gazes over at Ulah, her hand still on the phone mid dial. "Does she?..." The question hangs in the air, her gaze flicking between Max, Nia and Ulah. "Shit shit shit. Um..." Her attention flicks to the gentleman in the chair, her upper lip raising in a snarl as she slowly figures things out. "You did this just to turn them? You complete cunt!" She is almost shouting by the end, the last word coming out with an almost physical force. Slamming the phone down, she jumps over the corner of the bar and heads back to Max and Nia. "I'm going to try and help. Honest." She looks into Max's eyes and gives her friend a worried smile. "Hang in there!" Closing her eyes for a moment, an aura surrounding her with a greenish light, summer scents filling the air as she reaches through her connection to Summer. The more that Summery energy poured into the environment, the more it reflected, bounced and twisted on surface, the more the aura changed. What was calming, grew more agitated, serenity grew more frazzled, and the aura began downright aggravating, heightened emotions to need frenzied. Bjorn stares up toward the sounds of that truck, until the man speaks, and then Nia and then Casia confront him. He blinks as he looks back and forth and frowns, already not happy with the crazy that's just landed into their laps. But then Casia starts doing...something. There's a growl that comes from Bjorn's chest and what was irritation and dread starts blossoming into anger. To Casia he says, "Whatever you're doing...not helping." Looking at the man who seems to have caused all this he adds, "You don't seem like the type who's willing to sacrifice himself..." His muscles tense as his fight/flight starts winding up it seems, geared much more towards fight. Nia, as aggravated as she already had been, seemed to bristle like someone had brushed her hide entirely against the grain. There wasn't any sort of monologue happening here, no. In fact, the sound she made as she leapt forward like some sort of jungle cat spying its next meal was about as far from human as it could be and still come from a humanoid mouth. It might not have been as satisfying as it could have, but Nia's fist did connect with Dom's jaw, only to be deflected down until she bumped off of his shoulder. The daggers that she was staring at the man didn't wane, and she simply seemed to have completely given herself over to her current course of action. The bleeding Max coughed up for blood, swallowing the flavor down and letting out of a bubbling groan. The woman's hand dropped down behind the bar as people started talking to pick up a knife. Most people didn't notice really, unless your name is Bjorn. Then that wonderful calming emotion hit her, and she shrieked, the knife dropped on the counter and the woman ignored the pain to do a crunch trying to fondle her bare breasts with her bloody hand. She barely managed to stop herself, kicking her leg and driving her heel into the bar top as she croaked out, "Fuck... Just let me die already." She groaned. Ulah was not have this bullshit, "Kamehameha pupule." The bartender pinned her down to the bar top, holding Max down, while trying to hold the bandages to mixed effect. "I'm going to start kicking people out of the bar." Dom barely moved and took the hit on the chin, the vampire stood up, water splashing as he gripped Nia, and wrapped her in his arms. The man hissed in her ear. "I knew you missed, but I didn't realize how much." He took a deep breath of her. "I failed in Oxford, Nia, and my penance was maddest. You know I'd never lie to you, not after being through so much together... Your friend is wrong about one thing. I said 'We', this is my pyre as well if that is your choice." Casia looks at her hands as the aura fades, looking to Bjorn and managing a nod. "I uh... that usually does something else." Truly saddened, she is a bit wrapped up in her own emotions and takes a little while to snap out of it. "How is this even allowed? I thought it was... erm..." She points to the fighting and then looks to Ulah. "The rules thingie!" Turning to Ulah, she waves at the bar. "Can you turn off whatever it is that stops my magic from working? Is that possible? I don't want to go shooting or whatever but I also don't want to burn to death or deal with the snipers outside." She debates shaking him but then he is trying to help Max. "Is there anything I can do to help? Max? Do you need anything?" Bjorn is mostly pissed, though he blinks some and glances back at Max as he sniffs the air. "Seriously?" Whatever he smelled caused a strangled cough at Casia's comment. She did drop the knife though at least, which since she was busy in this bleed out/try not to bleed out flux that was probably for the best. He looks to Ulah and mentions, "I'd say threats to burn down your bar should cause exception to the not beating anyone's ass thing..." Looking at the dude now holding Nia and his muscles tense again, shoulders rolling and cracking lightly, on the cusp of doing something rather rash. Nia's skin visibly wanted to crawl from her body as Dom wrapped her up in his arms and spoke to her like they had some shared, beloved past that deserved remembering. The angered grunt that she gave was vicious and contained no words, or even attempts at words. Her arms squirmed a bit where she was held tightly, and her nails darkened to a black color, like they'd dipped in oil and never been cleaned. When she dipped her head in toward Dom's neck, attempting mostly in vain to try to cut through the flesh to the vein underneath and rip out the man's jugular with elongated fangs. Max struggled to break out from under Ulah, and just ended up sobbing in pain for the effort. Her eyes widened as she struggled to breath. Glancing at Bjorn, she hissed and with the fangs that seemed the best way to communicate. Dotting the back of her skull against the bar top, she coughed up more foamy blood, managing to give Casia a worried look. The woman really started kicking when Ulah started pressing into her wounds. Ulah climbed up onto the bar and on top of Max's hips to keep pressure on the wounds. "No, I can't just remake the room so you can do magic. There are fire extinguishers, and a couple sets of scuba tanks in the bar room. You know... So I can hug the sharks." The man shook his head. "Hold her, or get some of those things." Matthew came off the wall to take a swing at Dom, forcing the man and the grappled Nia to the side. "Burn or not, I'm not going down without a fight..." The man kept his eyes away from the bar. Dom stumbled against the table, "There's the glorious fight, Nia. I so missed it." He forced her head aside with his own, and pressed in to sink his fangs into her shoulder, suckling on the wound, and spreading his addictive saliva on the woman before she broke away from his bloodied mouth. "Voce sentiu falta disso? Eu fiz." Casia looks to Max, bleeding out and being all sexy (don't look, it's a nymph thing) and then tries to gauge her chances of holding her down and being all sensible. "Right then, the stuff? Scuba tank, fire extinguishers for hugging?" The last comes out in an incredulous tone but she goes off all the same, the sound of banging and things falling over being punctuated by the occasional 'ah ha!' as Casia finds what she is looking for. While Casia looks for stuff to hopefully get them out of here, Mr. Fangface biting Nia...that just won't do. Not willing to sit by and watch Nia die, Bjorn turns white as fur grows on him, and lets out a roar as he gets...bigger...so much for his clothes. While the place isn't tall enough for him to stand at his new eleven feet, he's too busy diving forward to knock Mister Fangfaces head off, hopefully before he kills Nia. While being jostled by a bear attacking the other side of Dom, Nia didn't quite register the fact that there was a bear there. She did register the fact that she had a Dom biting at her own neck only moments before, and it made her snarl like an enraged animal. Jerking her head back and forth, Nia brought her teeth back against Dom's neck and slashed at it, trying to get to the underground river of blood that would either feed her or kill him, or both. At this point, she didn't have many other goals outside of killing the man. The fact that Max's breathing wasn't getting anymore shallow with each breath was sometime of a comfort for her as she scanned the bar. Her jaws opened, and she arched under Ulah was the blood burned in her system leaving Hunger in its wake. She panted over her fangs, venom building into tears that fell back into her mouth, and she coughed when it hit the back of her throat. She was sort of gaining control for what that was worth, closing her eyes and trying to relax. Ulah continued to stay on top of Max, reaching over the grab another stack of towels to pack onto the wound, "You need to not move for a bit, because you will stop breath before long elsewhere. Ulah, e loa'a ia ia na hopa." Matt took another swing at Dom, who in turn splashed out of the way. The black eyed infectee panted with exhaustion, and backed aside the fucking bear in the bar, and shook his head. "I'm hungry enough to be seeing shit." Dom growled as the bear beat one him, ripping a long hole in his flesh mask. That same flesh mark ripped in lines across his chins as the creature screeched, the sound reverberating in the cave. It head came out on Nia's shoulder, sinking those inch long fangs into her. It drank greedily without breath, pulling the blood from her, its belly swelling against her. As more and more venom entered her system, Nia's body weakened and her senses dulling. It released its mouth, and drew a long tongue across her cheek, leaving a thick trail of saliva and blood on her glowing red tattoos. "Como e?" There was a yell from up top, just after the screech echoed it's way up the stairs, and there was a holler of some sort, and there was the sound of metal squeaking. Casia reappears at the bar carrying a couple of scuba tanks, a fire extinguisher, an umbrella and a folding chair. It's possible she got distracted in her search. Either way, there is a clattering on the ground as she drops what she is carrying, her gaze focused on the bar and what is happening inside. "Ulah? Are you aware that you have a bear in the bar? A polar bear? In Hawaii?" A moment later she sees Dom sinking his teeth into Nia. "Hell no!" Half a second later, there is a pistol in her hand, one of the pouches at her back proving to be a suitable concealed place for her conceal carry. The first shot rings out, Dom seeming to move in a blur as he dodges, his supernatural speed coming into play. Gritting her teeth, Casia fire four more rounds so quickly that they almost ring out as one, each one just shy of grazing Dom but still missing him, thankfully Nia and then thudding into the water behind them. Another roar comes from the Bear... It's almost a whine... anyone who could speak bear would know it's him pleading with Pele, after all he's done Pele some favors now right? Does Pele speak bear? Well regardless he's going to do his best to keep this woman from getting eaten in front of him....even if she does have fangs too. He rears up as much as the room will allow and, jaws wide, clamps down on Dom's head trying to bite his head clean off, at least crunch it and get him to stop feeding on Nia as he forces his bulk down to add to the force of his bite. Nia lifted one of her legs up with what appeared to be an inhuman amount of effort to wedge her knee between herself and Dom. Then she kicked back, and tore herself loose from the Red Court General's hold. "Rip out his stomach, so he can't hold blood." Nia almost screamed the instructions as she wheeled back toward the bar top, not stopping until she hit it with her back, skin looking paler than she'd looked in quite some time. The grey of her eyes had long since bled into shiny black orbs that took up her eye sockets. The strangeness was that there were now tattoos visible all over her body. Complicated swirls that were black, and thick, but looking like they were bleeding to a near red as she attempted to catch her breath and hold her hand pressed tightly to the side of her neck to try to stave the flow of blood coming from the ripped flesh. Max was getting loss to her inner demon, as she squirmed underneath Ulah, grunting and coughing, and trying to be a sexy vampire, but really she was just a bloody mess. Dom had completely lost it to his inner beast, his flesh mask falling to tatters as Nia broke away from him, the blood running from its skull not helping. The bat creature screeched and send a bone cracking haymaker into the center of Nia's chest and again. Matt threw another wild punch that missed the bat again. Petrol started pouring down the stairs of bar, running like a heavy wash down the rubber covered steps. Ulah shifted his weight on Max, "You'll get your hugs soon enough, or you're pass out. But I like bear hugs too." Leaning forward, Ulah grabbed the double barrel sawed-off from under the counter, clicked the hammer back, leveled it and fired it at Dom. There was a lost crack, but no spray of blood. The bat's head rocked back, and it just stopped in place like a switch was hit. An expanded red ball hit the water a few feet away, bobbing on the water. Dom just slumped into the water, unmoving. The beast having been thrown back by a heroic kick from Nia, Casia spots her chance. Focusing her gaze, he brings the gun up while firing, going from crotch to forehead in five shots, vaporizing something that Dom might have found important before the burning rounds from the Glock climb his chest before ventilating his forehead. Stunned, Casia blinks for a moment as she looks from the pistol in her hand to the slumping form of Dom. It is a time for celebration but there are other, slightly pressing issues to deal with. "Ulah? Do you by any chance have a dingy in here anywhere? I'm trying to think of a way to escape that doesn't involve running up the burning stairway while trying to dodge the snipers." Slowly, she changes mags on her Glock, the motion practiced and precise. "This would be a really neat time for you to have an escape hatch." Turning she looks to the Bear and offers him a high five before looking to his bloody paws and reconsidering. "Yay for friendly polar bears!" Moving then, she looks to Nia. "Do you think you'll be okay to swim if we have to?" Pink-gold light gilds the land as the sun creeps over the eastern horizon into a cloudless blue sky. At Dom's demise (see what I did there?) Bjorn roars again, then sniffs and looks back at the fuel starting to run down the steps. He jerks toward the water out with his head, then heads over to Nia as she's... well been through more than a lot to put it mildly. He moves to brush his nose and snout against her to see if she'll be alright or needs help, what can possibly be construed as concern on the big bear's face. Nia's body was shaking visibly, and the marks of her tattoos were clear, but the red tinge on them faded back to solid, inky black. Her eyes slowly started to seep back to their normal, gray color instead of being orbs of shiny obsidian. "Madre dios... I think I might be dying." Nia's voice was scratchy, and her skin around the black tattoos was so pale she looked whiter than most visitors on first day of holiday to Oahu. When Bjorn the bear came up to her, Nia took the opportunity to slump forward onto him and groan as things shifted in her chest, but it was better than falling under the water when her legs gave way. "We need to get somewhere safe." Her breathing was shallow as she spoke into the polar bear's thick fur. "And she needs to be unconscious." Nia lifted her head, which made her wince sharply. "Max isn't going to be ok if you let her up, Ulah. She needs to sleep off the frenzy." And Max was absolutely batshit at this point. Her particular brand of crazy, was an impotent humping and jerking underneath Ulah, her gasped breath coming out as faint grunts of carnal desire, begging for closeness over those venom tainted fangs. Ulah didn't seem to mind in the least even as his bar was filling with gasoline. "Casia has the right of it, I think. I really should open this place up to more magic, but is it really worth it? It's part of the aesthetics." The Hawaiian grinned. "I suppose we should get out... I can open a door if you want, but it goes pretty deep into the Nevernever. I could keep her there for a while, patch her up, and she could pay for it." He ended the scuba tank and gear, "You could swim out, a bit of cave diving." He looked to the bear and growled to it with a grin. "Someone hug that corner over there... The bear would be a tight fit, but that's the cost for the hugs." Matthew moved back to the bar, reaching over to grab the fire extinguisher. He took one look at Max, and groaned. "I need everyone to ignore like hard dick because I'm still trying to sort it out. And... I'm not sure if this is the right place for me... I mean, what the FUCK!" He pulled the pin on the CO2 extinguisher, and froze. "Wait... Do you think we could gas her?" He lifted the red metal tank. "Like put some towels over her head, and gas her with CO2?" Casia looks from Ulah to the squirming Max, a lump coming to her throat which she has to swallow down. "I uh... I don't know what to do." Putting her gun back in its back pouch, she turns to Ulah. "If you took Max deep into the Never Never, that would buy her some time I think. We can just step over as that git has people on the other side. Polar bears are stellar swimmers from what I recall so I think Nia could hang onto the bear and get a ride, I think the bear would be okay with that, he seems nice. Failing that... I haven't got a clue." Turning, she looks to Nia and then to Matthew. "I don't know if gassing her is a plan, she's having enough trouble breathing as is." She looks then to Nia and the bear. "Any thoughts? Time is ticking and it turns out I'm good for shooting, burning and blowjobs, this isn't really my forte." Bjorn chuffs bemusedly at Ulah's comment about, well whatever he growled. Something shared between the bear and he. He shakes his head at Casia's mention of ideas, apparently out of them in regards to safe ways to subdue Max. His paw curled around Nia, trying to keep her against him and keep her from falling into the water. He looks about for the gear and moves over with her toward them in case she needs them in case she'll need the air. He looks back and forth to everyone, waiting to see if they make a decision, though his nose wrinkles again at the smell of the fuel, knowing they don't have long now, he looks like he'll flee with Nia into the water shortly unless they choose a different option. Nia's head had landed solidly on Bjorn's side when she'd stopped talking, but she lifted it again to look at Ulah and Max, squinting her eyes. "She just needs to get cold. Like a snake, she'll start to hibernate. It'll work, she just needs to be cold. And we should probably all go over. There were people out on the water waiting to kill us if we left out that exit of the bar. And I don't really think I'm going to be awake all that much longer." Nia tried to take a deeper breath as if it would help her stand, and her legs just didn't give a fuck, so she stayed bear-ward. "Can you chill her out in the walk in or something, Ulah? I don't care if we all go in there, then we can get out of here? At least then if they start it on fire while we're trying to cool her down, we won't die right away." The wound on Nia's neck still oozed blood, painting Bjorn's fur and slowly dripping down into the water in the cavern that was the bar. She shook her head a touch, then groaned as she tried to help out with moving using legs that weren't helping really at all. "Need to move, now, or I'm not going to be awake. But we should all cross over. Just to be safe, and together." Max was still lost to her vampness with Ulah, on top of her, groaning and grinding away and trying to free herself, she did manage to arch her head to push out her bare breasts, but the movement keep aggravating her broken ribs. Blinking, she started to scream for a second, but ended up coughing up more flecks of blood and foaming a bit. Ulah pointed over his shoulder, "Aim for the punani, take heat from the hottest spots." He leaned more of his weight forward on Max, taking some more towels. Matt moved some of the towels to protect Max from immediate cold burns and he laid into the trigger, spraying a cloud of CO2 on Max's legs and inner thighs. The woman kicked and fought, hissing and spitting bloody venom, but the longer Matt laid into the trigger, the cloud bellowed over the bar top, Max, and Ulah. Max's movements began to slow more and more, her nipples tighten was glass shards, then her skin pulled into goosebumps, and finally she started shivering, her breath slowly. Matt raised the tank up and spray the cloud down on Max's chest. She coughed, before her teeth started chattering, but her grind slowed and stoppped until she was in a daze. Matt tapped on Ulah to move him, and Matt moved an arm to spray her armpit as well, and checked Max's pulse. "What more do you want?" The bar was reeking of gasoline at this point. Doing as instructed, although rather confused as to the 'how', Casia goes to hug the wall, doing her best awkward British person impression as she flattens her self against it. She is rather surprised when a moment later there is a tearing sensation and a portal opens. "Well shit, you really did mean 'hug' the wall." Nodding she looks over to Ulah with the first really grin she's worn this day. "I got the portal open Ulah and um... I'm really sorry about shooting in your bar, I'll try to fix it if and when we get back." Having said her piece, she heads over to Ulah, Max and Matt to help with the carrying. Nia's weight suddenly increased as she lost consciousness entirely, and the only thing between her oblivious self and drowning was the huge body of Bjorn the Bear. Bjorn moves over to the wall with the now unconscious Nia, and as Casia hugs it and gets the portal working, Bjorn pushes to the portal carrying her, though he doesn't walk through until the others are ready to follow. Well that and he'd rather let Ulah lead as the man clearly knows what he's doing more than the bear. Ulah climbed off of the mostly unconscious Max, he got a knife cut the shoulder straps of her sports bra then pulled in down her torso, shifting breasts aside to use it as a compression bandage over the rags and credit cards. Ulah laughed about Casia's apology, "Oh, you crazy bitch, you can pay for that too." Then he lifted her as carefully as he could manage to take her to the portal, and walked her into the Nevernever. Matt paused a moment, unsure of the insanity, but the smell of gasoline got the better of him and he too entered with a frown on his features. | |
