TEMPORAL TURBULENCE: THE CITY SEIGED

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: approx. 6/23-6/25
Location: All over the Hold & city surrounding
Characters: Several (tag yourselves in)
Sumamry: The civilians of the Exsilium city revolt
Warnings: Oodles of violence (notify Elle or Liz of anything else worthy of labeling)



The unrest had been mounting for days and days...With no answers or treatments to satisfy the ailing, the population was reaching a breaking point. Too much uncertainty, too much fear and suspicion...They wanted answers. They wanted results. What they were given was absolutely nothing in their eyes.

Many grew bold. They gathered weapons, formed plans and groups...They readied.

One more night of empty assurances, and things began to move in a bad way. Vandals sneaked into the Hold and tore up property in the living quarters before being discovered and chased out, escaping capture. Their valiant retelling was enough to spur the rest into motion.

Come early daylight, hundreds, maybe thousands, of civilians made war upon the Initiative.

Comments

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[hatesvampires]

He'd spent most of this little 'invasion' in hiding, shying away from any potential chances he had of running into real fights. Why should he bother defending the hold after all, when they had so many brave and noble warriors fighting for the cause already? The thought made him crack a smirk, never failed to. He'd found a lot of these people were all too eager to jump into the fold and fight the good fight.

However, things were heating up. Getting dangerous. Whereas before solidarity was their secret weapon, now these guys were packing serious firepower, and it was getting pretty troublesome. He'd thought to keep evading them, but eventually even for him it was becoming too much considering the slowed down sense of perception he had going on.

And so, for the briefest of moments, he stops running.

Where he stands, the floor is littered with bodies, but the damage done is beyond the scale of simple self-defense. The corpses surrounding him are scarred, bloodied, mutilated in all sorts of nasty ways, some of which are even missing limbs. The perpetrator stands in the center of this carnage, looking just a little wilder than usual, grinning from ear to ear in an almost inhuman manner.

"Whoa! Looks like I went a little too far, huh?" He rubs the back of his neck, then chuckles. "But I guess I haven't had the time to really enjoy myself since I got here. I really owed it to myself to just have some fun, ya' know? Let loose a little."

He's really just speaking out loud here to himself at this stage. Looking to the floor, he picks up his hat and lays it flat on his head, smoothing down his hair to it's usual appearance.

[eyecontact]

Things were already quite a mess, but somebody had to up and bring high-powered lasers into the mix and...yeah, that was more than a mess-squared. Jericho didn't have much time to wonder over it; he had to neutralize as many trigger-happy novices as he could before somebody got really hurt.

It seemed, though, as he stumbled across the gruesome scene, he was too little, too late for some. Skidding to a halt, he stared, wide-eyed and aghast, at what was no doubt way more brutality than truly necessary. The trail of his gaze led inevitably to the one living thing still standing in the area. His forehead began to wrinkle with the pinch of his eyebrows. Why...?

[hatesvampires]

His head perks up with the presence of another and for a second or two, he's completely still, before his fingers uncurl from the top of his hat and his hand slides off of it, his arm following and idly dropping to his side as he turns towards the newcomer. He wears his usual expression again, eyes closed and cheerful smile, but amidst the gruesome scene around them and with almost none of it drawing any form of reaction out of the one behind it all, it might look just a little off.

"Well...you're looking a little spooked, huh? What's the problem there, guy? You look like you just seen a ghost or something!"

A snicker, as he lowers his head to stare at the bodies, before returning his attention to Jericho.

"Oh! Right. These guys. I'd almost forgotten they were here. See, we had a little...disagreement...and even though they tried their hardest, well, I've always been good at proving a point."

[eyecontact]

As little time as Jericho had to wonder about the aforementioned lasers, he had even less to try and piece together the situation between what he saw and what he was hearing. He caught glimpse of light reflected, shapes in motion. His expression turned a fast shade of focused, launching himself out of his frozen state, seemingly lunging at Hazama.

The whites of his eyes turned black as he moved past, a palm pushing and guiding Hazama's shoulder out of his way, as he leaped, vanishing.

The gunman's aim and steps suddenly staggered, recoiling and letting out a cry of confusion.

"Wh—No! What—?!" The gun fell out of his hands as he stepped backward, slipping to the ground against the wall. His body jerked upward, then slumped unconscious as Jericho reappeared, moving away from his work and back toward Hazama with an expression all muddled up with the seriousness of his task, doubt and fear of the scene at-hand. It was no place for a drawn-out discussion, after all.

[hatesvampires]

He almost expects Jericho to lunge at him, but as the figure pushes him aside he realizes what's going on and stands still, head over his shoulder as he watches the scene. Jericho's display catches Hazama's attention, but he doesn't voice his curiosity. Not right now.

"Whoa, you sure know how to get the job done, huh? Not bad, guy."

Hands shoved lazily into his pockets, he casually approaches, and if allowed he'll just stop by Jericho's side and throw him a smile.

"Mind if I stick with you for a while? I, uh, can't really see myself lasting much longer. The effects of that whole messed up timestream nonsense is really starting to get to me."

It hadn't gotten much worse, admittedly, but...it's an excuse. Excuses are good.

[eyecontact]

He was all for keeping on the move, but...Jericho's eyes dropped and lingered on the strewn bodies, his stomach turning once again at the sight. Awful. How anyone could ever be so calm in such a circumstance...

He didn't even need to bother checking, though he did crouch to place two fingers on the still and silent throat of one. The others were too far mangled or gone. He rose, regarding Hazama once more, still frowning. Effects?

Ah. That's right. His voice...He'd been that strained voice. It seemed to surprise him, eyebrows lifting for a moment. If he was struggling so, then how, all this mess...?

No time. He heard distant chaos and shook out of the thought, giving Hazama the gesture to follow along. Toward places further within the Hold...perhaps further away from the chance this man would do more harm.

[hatesvampires]

Throughout the entire situation, Hazama has been nothing but calm. His body language speaks even louder than his words a moment ago, playful in tone and lacking any sense of tension for what was pretty much a war going on all around them. He follows along with a casual stride, occasionally picking up the pace just to keep up, hands resting within his pockets and that smile never faltering once upon his face.

Most of the encounters they have with rioters along the way is left wholly up to Jericho, with Hazama simply feigning his so called weakness and hanging back to watch; sure he works towards avoiding getting shot at, but that's about as much energy as he's willing to exert. It works for the most part, as the majority while heavily armed are few in number and don't really know what they're doing.

It isn't until they're relatively close to home a sizable group of people stand in their way, armed as the others had been but of course the increased numbers is the real threat here. He's just a little…cautious, for lack of a better word, but he certainly doesn't show it. While their potential aggressors haven't noticed them yet, there doesn't seem to be an obvious way around, so to avoid them would mean backtracking and going around, something Hazama isn't all that interested in.

So he turns his head in Jericho's direction, still smiling.

"So hey, what's the chances of you being able to take all these guys down yourself…?"