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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 13, 2017 2:04:54 GMT
As he enetered his bagd glowed bright enough that he feared it melting into his skin but the heat was all pointed outwards. He was safe he was fine as long as he kept his badge between him and Mariano. Mariano was in power pain than he’d believed possible. He screamed but his thoughts echoed off the walls over and over he heard them whispering HELPME! ItwastheWITCHES! TellULItheyarecoming. It made not enough sense as each thought ran into each other. He was torn between trying to figure it out to try and get a name or trying to put him out of his misery. It was clear he was in far too much pain to have complete control over himself. And stuck as he was between shifting and not it was only a good deal more pain he would be in store for.
Makig up his mind Bhas swallowed eased close enough where the only way he’d miss would be if Tarantino was directing the scene. He fired into his brain pan until his glock clicked dry. Reloading he fired into Mariano’s chest until he could see the concrete beneath him. His Badge didn’t stop glowing that’s how Bhas knew he was in for a world of hurt. It meant that Mariano was not the only vampire in the foundry. He was the only one targeted it seemed. But seemings were wrong as he staggering toward shim glacially slow was a werewolf half hairless as if the wolf pelt couldn’t grow in. Were three lycanthrope vampire hybrids who were in too much pain to do more than shamble. He spotted one or three more shapes behind them but their slow shambling had made their approach all but silent.
Not wasting time he fired into the mass of them and scrambled away out the door and slammed it shut behind them hopefully the blood and pain would wake them up or at least have them turn cannibal long enough to figure something out.
Snatching his sqwauk box he called out once more.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 13, 2017 4:49:39 GMT
She gunned it honking and sirens as she came sliding into the lot glad to see him out side and not dead. She got out ready to speak but drowned out by the sound of the large vehicle she'd out paced.
Watching them all jump out and set up she looked to bhas" you ok ? Your aura is troubled"
Something happened something was,wrong.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 13, 2017 5:23:55 GMT
He saw Davis running towards him her concern and gun both naked. He smirked moving away from the door simply because he knew he couldn’t hold it even if he tried. There were at least five vampires inside in states of being that shouldn’t exist. He mastered himself and looked to Davis as the Tact team came into the lot hopping out of the APV setting up a cordon and preparing to move. They had outdated information.
He looked to Davis again, “We need to get them prepped and we don’t have much time." He ignored the comment about his aura now was not the time though he was thankful she bothered to pay attention. He really was in flux but he couldn’t let his emotions interfere. “Gentlemen you are here because of the work that Davis and Arnold have done on this case. Sadly, anyone who isn’t ten-ninety-six. There are at least five vampires full bore using and ambulatory inside. It is an extreme prejudice situation. KOS only… Any questions?”
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 13, 2017 6:52:33 GMT
Head tilting she heard him then stammered " f..five? All like martino?"
Monica looked at the doir then she felt it it slapped at her and she felt sick. They were not natural at all " they feel wrong very very wrong, I have felt this before zombies that are shifters god this is so wrong. They are in so much pain and so angry"
They had to die they needed to be released. She went to their practioner and told him what was wrong. His eyes widened, he went for his supplies and started to cast and walk a salt circle around the building with two tac members for protection.
She was ready her guns silver ammo but napalm would be better they needed to be put down and put down hard then be put to rest.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 13, 2017 7:35:06 GMT
He remarked to Davis as she gathered herself. " Yeah that’s why only you and other ten-ninety-sixes near that building. If I could call in a missile strike I would. But this will have to do." He would never open up about his resistant blood which was why he treaded so lightly when dealing with ten-ninety-sixes. He could understand why as a whole they were so secretive. Davis was different she took pride in her status and al but broadcast it. He wasn’t sure whether it was about him being her direct supervisor or simply that she was that jacked about her status.
He smiled as they walked the circle sooner the better it was good. He was keeping time with the sun and knew they were far too short to do anything of note. When they moved it would be right at the line.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 13, 2017 22:05:24 GMT
She understood what he was getting at. Not knowing how he saw her specifically but she caught the amusement as it swirled in. Monica was raised in a family of support for her gifts. Her brothers and sisters could all tell a lie from truth and some could even feel when someone was more than vanilla human but not to the depth and accurateness she had.
She'd also heard horror stories of others up bringing very xmen tales of parents panicing and kicking them out or even institutional trips. She hurt for them and was glad that thing were slowly getting better. Monica hoped to be a face for that for normalization and equality for gifted humans.
People seemed to lump them in with shifters and witches and vampires. while they had fingers in those worlds humans that didnt shift or were not vampires wernt built to survive the life that accompanied those with out the aid of silver or magic.
Circle slammed shut and she felt it close but didnt rekax her gaurd. It would buy them scant time if the creatures really wanted out and threw them selves at the bartier hard enough. It might be enough to fire in at them though drop the numbers. Still she felt fire was the only way bullets didnt normally stop zombies.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 14, 2017 2:25:16 GMT
The circle was up but he knew anything of sufficient age ir strength would be through it faster than they could accountbfor normally. Especially as the foundry let out into the river running right under the circle. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
They needed more support sadly.
Nothing to do but they're best. Cordonning the men off in pairs and placing them at an arc he planned to hose down anything that exited. Which meant everything.
"Davis take the far side and direct fire..."
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 14, 2017 8:33:26 GMT
She looked at him and nodded walking quickly away to the side of the arc and stilled her self. She looked at the men and two women other than her and prayed quickly that they all went home tonight. She watched as through windows gruesome snarling faces appeared emboldened by the sun starting its decent.
The surprised gasping around her told her they had never scene anything like this before and it was then she knew. They couldn't be allowed out. If these things broke the line it was all over.
She brought her guns up aiming for the closest windows. Pacing and snarlung grew and over it all monica rang out"ready aim... nothing leaves the foundry only silver ammo unless you run out ...fire at will"
The cacophony of weapons and further window shattering as they rained silver in at the beasts was thunderous. She watched as two heads of five exploded in spray and the bodies dropped but the yhree left got smarter or more desperate and fanned out between making them harder to hit." Halt fire! Wait for clear targets ty o save ammo..two targets down"
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 14, 2017 12:37:20 GMT
As Davis moved away with purpose he had the unit’s two surgical shooters take the APV, their three rifle-men, one active practitioner and move to the road setting up a fall back position as well as a firing nest to mow down anything that wasn’t legally alive. It meant the practitioner would be farther from the circle of power and protection. It also meant the practitioners focus could be more directed and hopefully uninterrupted by the shooting about to take place. They needed fire but in lieu of that concentrated fire to head an heart should work long enough to get an actual fire team in place. The nearest standing team was an hour away. That left magic and he was loathed to call in any unregistered ten-nintey-six. He was desperate not foolish.
As called the firing lanes he echoed her between shouting into the squawk box. The shooters were having a far more difficult time confirming as the dead inside were using the building itself as cover. Animal brain yes but natural aversion to pain and dodging the suns light lent a craftiness to them. Unluckily the sun wouldn’t be a factor and they couldn’t send a team inside without the worst most definitely happening. So they held as the call was sent for a fireteam. He couldn’t help feeling as if he were at the Alamo.
Flicking his gaze to Davis he knew from her composure she’d been in similar situations it seemed her reputation was a lot less exaggeration than most.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 15, 2017 0:23:20 GMT
Monica watchedcshe could see them lit like they were halied that was part of her gift even if she couldn't see them the aura extended out. They were test I ng and getting bolder as the sun lowered.
She took a breath magic was rising trying to think of anything they could use to get an advantage. What she wouldn't do for a can of hair spray or a bottle of alcohol right now. Then it hit her they had cars and water bottles. Gas in the bottle with a cloth. Lit on fire.
Shouting to bhas" i got an idea "
She told her squad to hold the line. Emptying three water bottles. Tearing her scarf still hanging on the car to shreds. She syphoned gas carefully as she could in a hurry and made molotovs. One at a time she lit and threw the flaming incendiaries in through the windows.
Flames could now be seen lighting up the indoors. They would have to come out or burn.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 15, 2017 7:31:22 GMT
It was a great idea Bhas really wanted to commend her sadly numbers and odds were his thing forty minutes in a building that size was a pipe dream to have it burn enough to force them out into the open. He hated to do so but he had to reach out to the locals as back up.
Swallowing his pride he got back on radio. They needed covering fire they didn't have and ten ninety six or not they needed help. He got on the horn and found that at that moment they had a coven of witches speaking of calamities and visions of death in the precinct.
It seemed too pat but between a rock and a hard place to save lives he would fall for the obvious trap. He didn't believe in coincidences and knew something was afoot.
But what choice did he have if just one escaped they'd have an epidemic even larger than what they had now. Looking to Davis he sighed..."Send any with a necromantic affinity."
It was a sad acceptance but one he had to make. Davis he called as he pulled their fire teams cordon back further from the building.
"Weve got DOA 10 96's on the way. They'll be here just in time and it doesn't feel right keep your wits about you."
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 15, 2017 11:46:08 GMT
Raised brow she modded. These creatures were witch made and now they suddenly conveniently had witches wanting to help. Yeah sounded like a set up for sure and if the magic matched shed see it.
To bad shed never be able to prove it in court otherwise shed shoot each of them tonight before they left for starting this. So she'd let them play hero then have them watched by an outside source.
Normally she'd be loath to get samuel into things but she knew for a fact that if she asked they would disappear. It was sad because they could be doing practioners some good instead they played petty games for attention.
They waited laying down bursts of suppressing fire to keep them in till the 10 96's arrived. The sun was so low it was litterally a race against time. When she heard more cars she let go of the breath held but didn't relax. This wasn't over yet.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 16, 2017 11:14:11 GMT
Bhas watched as the energy of the team changed with the arriving cars filled with local Sheriffs and police arrived. The Coven that was brought out to help was rag tag and bedraggled looking they did themselves no justice especially when surrounded by cops of all stripe federal state and local. They looked like what they were amateurs their dress as diverse as he was sure their specialties. The common them seemed to be whatever was clean or at least not as dirty as whatever they had strewn about their apartments and houses. He squeezed on his ear lobe trying to massage away the headache he knew this would be.
It didn’t work. Sighing he nodded to Davis to fall in as the Tactical unit did so the moment the others arrived it was a given that as the on scene and highest ranking officer he would be in command but as usual it was the usual jockeying for power these matters always were. The good thing as it pertained to the preternatural the usual politics for fame were shorter . Everyone wanted the share of the acclaim if they were successful but no one wanted to get shit on them if it went sideaways. So he shortcut the jockeying by clearing his throat smiling and introducing himself to the obvious coven leader she was a tall woman of about fifty with hair the color of gunmetal eyes so dark it was hard to tell here her iris began. Yep she’d been marked by her abilities.
“I’m Bhaskar Yatri Director U.S. Marshal Preternatural Branch second District you must be,” extending his hand, “ The leader of this unit. The scene in case you haven’ been briefed is three to five awakened but brain dead vampires, all but revenants who it seems have somehow found a way to be infected with lycanthropy. We need your help to put them down or help bring them back to themselves enough that we can detain them. They haven’t as far as we know harmed anyone but as you know that can change in the blink of an eye.”
It was clean it was efficient and it was filled with enough errors that if they were involved they would correct him and show their hands. It was why he had Davis near at hand she’d be able to see the lies as they shifted to their idea of truth. He hoped.
As the head witch looked between her coven he caught the almost angry looks they weren’t directly involved but they knew something they didn’t want to share. Now wasn’t the time but he wouldn’t let it slide for long. She said something which he couldn’t catch and introduced herself, “Abigail Whistler, Dead Garden Coven we’re all animators some of us have psychic talents pertaining to the dead as well while we can’t lay them to rest we can still them, its like putting them in stasis but it won’t hold longer than a week. My concern is …”
“Allow me to interrupt you,” he interceded. It wouldn’t win him any brownie points with the witches but he caught a few of the local brass restraining themselves from making it worse by laughing or worse. “ If it will make this better manageable and save lives just do it and we will deal with the fallout. If you have reservations leave and whatever happens will be on your head.”
She bit back a response and waved her group forward. Yeah he knew she was pissed but they got to work the seven of them escorted closer by nearly a contingent each. He, Davis and the Marshals Tactical Team stuck themselves on Whistlers hip escorting her while keeping watch.
Something was afoot with this scene as well as the others throughout the district and he was none too happy with it. They’d speak at length him Davis and Whistler if the were able to settle this. He didn’t question or intercede further as the most pressing thing was beating the sun.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 16, 2017 11:52:22 GMT
Monica had for her part remained stoic and let bhas talk. While he did she watched each member in turn. Some of them peeked back confused. Her gift recognized but not understood. Good keep them on their toes and make them aware they were under watch.
Their auras were sickly pale green yellow as were most who trucked with death. Vampires had a darker shade of this with other colors mixed in. She spotted some streaks of angry red and worried shades. The magic she saw on the creatures was close but none of the present witches was a direct match.
That meant it was a rouge coven member maybe two or a rival coven. As anger whipped through ms. Whistlers aura she sighed softly. Understanding why he talked to her like that somewhat but normally you didn't piss off the only people who can help.
Witches normally wernt people to anger especially if they had any sort of power. These were low to middle power but together they could be trouble. Sticking close she kept her guns reloaded and naked incase. She could feel them stronger now the fire had driven them scattered to windows and away from it but they wernt busting out yet.
She caught gasps as the new arrivals caught sight of what they were up against. That told her that till now these had been a cautionary tale or theory not to be created. Yep someone had broken serious rules." Time is getting no better what ever you are going to do..you might want to do it now. They want out..I can tell"
They would taste her truth as the snarls grew and horrible screeching as they clawed window frames and walls preparing.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 17, 2017 11:24:31 GMT
Bhas stayed behind and to the right of Whistler staying just at the edge of her periphery not close enough to break her focus but close enough to watch and remember. As they couldn’t talk in private he used what he’d learned at University as well as his natural affinity to catalogue what it was she was doing. He had a feeling they’d be needing her or someone like her sooner than later. As such he wanted to be ready.
The witches as a whole seemed practiced with this ritual but not familiar. They walked the edges of the Marshal witches circle of power without crossing. He noticed that they also chanted each step marking off portions he wasn’t sure to what ends. Salt was spilled in their wakes with the caution being given that no one cross. It wasn’t salt alone that much he could tell there was a sulfur scent to it as well. There’d be time for questions later but for now he simply memorized.
As each line met and slightly overlapped the next witches he saw that they had created a circle of power between themselves each overlapping the next forming one singular whole all without breaking the former. Then to his surprise each walked a shorter one between the original and their own. It created a connection that much he was aware of the rest was beyond him. They broke the original though break seemed the wrong word they opened it connecting it with their own combined circle. He felt a push of air as they did so. His skin itched and he knew that as latent as he was that Davis had to feel the power they were raising. Their witch certainly was she was sweating and needed to sit as her skin grew pale.
Each witch created another circle around themselves inside the conjoined circles and seemed set to move to the next portion. Chanting and praying in what sounded like a cross between Italian and Greek he watched as the circle seemed to breathe. He wouldn’t allow the surprise to register on his face but he was to say the least. As they chanted he watched as the fire inside the building seemed to be sucked dry along with the naked animal features of the lead vampire that broke free.
The team dropped into shooters crouches he cleared his holster and was set as well but the vampire stopped slammed by the melting of his animal features along with the will to move forward. With each step he took he grew more emaciated. As did the next and the next. Each seemed to be drawn forth called as it were from inside the building. His guesstimate as to their numbers was wrong so very wrong ten walking corpses that grew even more with each step from the building. The witches kept chanting kept pouring more power into whatever they were doing and yet it didn’t seem to be enough. The first vampire who’d exited crawled forward like something out of a zombie movie its skin sloughing off and tearing like fine paper to spill the contents of the desiccated innards within.
As it nearly met the inner circles edge it reached its skeletal hands which were more claws forward. Making contact with the circle the witch who’d come dressed like a pixie hippie in black began to clearly weaken. She stuttered in her chanting. Doing so the vampire pushed until it nearly touched her. He was glad that for all of their slow to act the sheriff nearest her shot it finally. Head shot and the rest of his clip. It refocused everyone present to be ready as the other vampires pushed clawed and fought through each other to get closer. It was the damnedest thing he had never witnessed the like. He never knew that witches could combine their abilities and wreak such. It was illuminating and terrifying.
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