IC: Underworld, SR Style, In Character thread for Underworld Options

[caramel frappucc...]

As the surge of mana recedes, Izzy sees yet another astral figure collapse, its aura dimming noticeably into the dark shades of unconsciousness.

Ah-ha! The wench knows to follow her master's lead without being told!

"Master" would do well to remember that he occasionally needs to sleep, and I don't. If he doesn't want to wake up one morning to find a piece of himself missing, I suggest that he never call me that again.

"Unless I've forgotten how to count, that makes two to bite the dust," Izzy calls out into the smoky gloom, his bland tone reverberating throughout the vast chamber. "Surrender now, and no one else has to die."

[Fenris]

The only reply to Izzy's challenge is the hissing of the smoke and the light footfalls that herald the approach of the mysterious figures.

[Fenris]

The encroaching smoke dissapates once more, leaving the area directly around the door thankfully free off the smoke. At the boundries of the smoke, a sudden swirl is the only notice as several figures dart out and towards the group.

One flashes over Twilight's head, almost close enough to touch, obviously intent on the poised gunfighter behind him, the swords becoming visible as they're ripped from their sheaths.

Another leaps up, touching one column long enough to push off and dive up at Freddy, swords drawn.

Now that they've moved into the clean section, the figures are dressed in ripples and shimmers of light, forms barely visible, the light shifting around them.

[Fenris]

As the figures clear the smoke, Nevermore moves, pistols arcing up into seperate firing poses, the raccous shout of automatic weapons fire filling the area that has been, for the most part, fairly silent up till now.

The figure flying towards Freddy, dimly seen and even harder to track with the naked eye, hisses in pain as red blossoms out from wounds along it sides, but it continues the strike, driving the swords towards the apparently defenseless mage.

The second figure, already in mid air and moving over Twilight's head, twists and hits the ground hard as Twilight snags a foot and brings it crashing to the ground. Undaunted, it's already on it's feet and moving again, even as the second pistol fills the space between it and it's target with death. The rounds catch it along the shoulder and ribs, spinning the figure around. It lunges forward, almost desperately, swords searching for a chink in the gunslingers armor.

[Fenris]

The figure moving through the air towards the Freddie does an obvious double-take as the swords are ripped from it's grasp, but undaunted it coils and drives towards the floating figure regardless, hands a blur as it strikes.

[Fenris]

Freddie's floating figure moves, sweeping the incoing strikes aside and knocking the shimmering form back into the column to drop to the ground. It lands crouched, however, and looks ready to spring again.

The second figure, intent on impaling Nevermore, stumbles backward as she twists the guns in her hand, parrying the blades to one side with one pistol and striking the figure in a series of almost drum-like beats in the chest and face with the other.

[Fenris]

The figure beneath Freddie crouches and prepares to spring again. For those of you viewing the astral, a solid streak of light darts through the astral from Freddie, slamming into the figure and knocking him sliding back across the floor several meters.

[Fenris]

Nevermore twists from the spread-armed shooting stance, sweeping the guns down and knocking the swords aside, slamming the butts of the heavy pistols into the face of the figure, driving him back several steps. As soon as space appears, she snaps both pistols back out, firing a series of four short bursts so fast it almost sounds like fully automatic fire. The figure flickers and blinks into being as the rounds twist it's body around, the rapid movement from bullet impacts shorting out the camoflague clothing as the figure slumps to the ground.

[Fenris]

A whirlwind of twisting light and twisting shadows surrounds Minako, translucent petals and flashing slivers of silver filling the air around her, seeming to dance and weave with the movements of her body.