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Hell's Kitchen - Rooftops...
Death is mumbling to herself quietly.
Pestilence regards her, "Death, tell me what I can do to help you."
Selene looks up and stops her prayer as she sees Pestilence, "Seems for once we are all on the same side, I only hope one of us lives through the night."
Pestilence regards Selene, "I am not speaking to you." She returns her gaze to Death.
Selene smirks with a devilsh twinkle in her eye, "Well I care not who you speak to, I am just stating the facts."
Death turns to face Pestilence, writing covering her face, Latin, Sanskrit, Cuneform. She continues mumbling to herself.
Pestilence returns her attention to Death - focusing on the writing about her face. Pestilence is obviously disinterested, "The facts are this. I was never not in your side to begin with, Selene. I am on no-one's side." She returns her attention to Death - focusing on the writing about her face.
Selene stands and pulls out s small metal cylinder.
Pestilence calmly studies Kitsune's visage in effort to determine her present state. "I can expidite this situation, Kitsune. The remaining inhabitants need not concern you if you mean to end this now."
Death turns and faces back towards the ruined cathedral. Her mumbling is fast, rythmic, soothing. It sounds old, ancient, dusty.
Selene starts to put on black make up in the form of stripes on her face.
Pestilence turns from Death - perhaps impatiently? She moves toward the edge of the building and looks down upon the city streets.
Death is suddenly quiet.
Pestilence reaches her hand out over the city streets. As Death's chanting goes quiet she turns her head to regard her cohort.
Selene takes off her helm and lets her hair move in the wind.
Death turns and faces you both, "I am glad you are here. My guards are absent. Soon the demons will know I have turned upon them."
Selene nods, "Sister, I swear they will not get through me, like the old days."
Death closes her eyes and holds out her hands.
Pestilence forgoes whatever action she had intended to take on the residents below and raises a brow, "What have you done that has caused you such guilt and sympanthy for these people."
Death says "What I have done, I am about to undo, sister. This island dies tonight."
Selene blinks and gasps, "My home?"
"Undo. You doubt your initial actions?" Pestilence laughs, "You are a rider with a conscious - as I have declared all along."
Death says "I am the peace maker, sister, the one who heals all pain. I am merciful. I have always had a conscious."
Pestilence crosses her arms in a huff, "You let your chaosian host dictate your actions. She has emotions and a conscience. You do not."
Selene speaks softly to Death, "Why are you going to destroy my home, is there any other way?"
Death looks at Selene sadly and shakes her head.
Down below in the business district, Ithius looks up a moment then moves in a direction.
Ithius climbs to the rooftops from the streets. He flips over the edge of the building and stretches, "nice and confortable", he says.
Selene says "Who will mourn for those noble souls, who have fight to the end?"
Death says "Hopefully, they will not die tonight."
Selene says "Yet you are going to undo my home, how will that not kill them?"
Pestilence scawfs, "Pshh. It matters not. Finish them now and be done with the matter."
Death says "If the messiah arrives, they wil be taken to safety."
Selene glares at Pestilence, "I am so tempted to rip your soul out of your well being and feast on it with such views, all life is equal."
Ithius asks, "What's with the liturgy?", he asks Death.
Pestilence shrugs at Selene, obviously disinterested in her threat. She casts a sidelong glance at Ithius.
Ithius just nods at Pestilence and begins digging in his cloak he pulls out a metalic rod from it.
Selene closes her eyes and moves over to Death's side, "I will remember this Dalt Spawn, trust me, you will suffer and learn by my hands, but not tonight, I trust my sister in her words."
"And so you've acquire a pet in Selene, Death," She nods at Selene, "Fine. I still do not understand your interest in these remaining inhabitants. In fact, I am amazed by it."
Ithius turns the end of the rod and it flexs, it now looks like a handle he grips the handle it looks like a Jo stick now.
Pestilence does not seem to take much notice of Ithius' actions.
Death turns towards Pestilence, "You are a cruel mistress, Pestilence."
Damen steps onto the roof after climbing the rusty fire escape from the alley. Damen smirks faintly as he lifts himself off of the fireladder. "Look at all the pigeons....all in a row."
Death turns and considers this new factor. "Only one more."
Ithius nods toward Damen he holds what looks like a metal jo stick in one hand.
Selene glances over at the newcomer for a second then closes her eyes.
Damen chuckles, "You, my dear..." and it's obvious he speaks to Death. "Look like a badly drawn comic book." He winks, "But I forgive you....I'm the forgiving type." Damen peers at Ithius. "_You_ I'm suprised to find here."
Pestilence stands a small distance from Death. She regards Damen cooly.
Ithius looks at Damen, "I like the sound of breaking glass and shatter concrete. . it's soothing to my ears."
Damen regards Pestilence back. "Ah, my love....still a festering pool of disease, I see. How....well....repulsive." He shrugs, "Suppose I have to get those penicillin shots."
"You have no business here, Damen."
Selene opens her eyes once more and gazes at Damen as she repiles in a callous tone, "Oh look what we have here, an annoying young amberite not even worthy to be among us."
Damen shrusg nonchalantly. "But do I really have business anywhere, pigeon?" He laughs outright and looks to Selene. "What? You slept with an elder and think you suddenly shit diamonds?" He cocks his head to one side, "Please...child."
Ithius hmms, "well Who are we waiting for anyhow?", he asks.
Death says "A fractuous lot we have, yet necesary as the original guardians have become scattered. We await one more, and then we can begin."
Damen looks around then. "Hey...I can see my house from here." Damen looks back to Pestilence. "So...you open a box of Captain Crunch and find yourself a secret decoder ring and figure you should start a club or something, poppet?"
Pestilence promptly ignores Damen and moves toward Kitsune. She reaches out a hand and places it on her shoulder. After a moment the two make a mental connecton and Pestilence offers, *You kown I will support whatever action is taken here tonight. Understanding or not.*
Death nods.
Pestilence nods once at Death as well.
Damen raises an eyebrow and lifts one hand to his temple. He says to no one in particular. "I am the *wrong* guy to be mucking about with in the head." Damen glances at Ithius. "You start...and it's going to be a Roxbury skit."
Ithius smirks a bit, "That's funny we didn't have that in rehersal."
Damen says "There's still time."
Pestilence steps away from Kitsune and moves toward Damen and Ithius, "What are you doing here, Damen. This doesn't concern you. And I know you have better company awaiting you elsewhere."
Damen says "Yeah, but the hookers are getting expensive.....how've you been, Yo?"
Pestilence glares, "How I have been is of no significance. And I doubt your pockets run so shallow that you can't afford to secure company for the evening." She turns her attention out over the streets of Hell's Kitchen, "Go run along now, Damen."
Damen says "You saying you're free and cheap?"
"You're suggesting I want your company. How absurd."
Selene chuckles softly.
Damen smirks, "I *know* you want my company."
Pestilence turns away from Damen rather than offer up a retort.
Damen crosses his arms, "So what are we doing?" He glances at Selene. "You don't have to offer up any opinions....you seem somewhat vacuous."
Ithius hmms and tests the solidity of the roof.
Selene turns her back on Damen somewhated disgusted.
Damen turns and regards Ithius. "Why are you here, Ithius? Your quest for knowledge lead you to this paltry bunch?"
Selene whispers to Pestilence "Okay, I know why Death asked me to be here, but why you, and no I am no pet."
Pestilence says "Coming to the aid of one another is a given Selene. It's as simple as that."
Selene says "I know we do not like the other, and have different views, but I think we do need to talk alone soon, it is a matter for the future of the horsemen."
Pestilence says "I have no opinion of you one way or the other, Selene. Though, if it sets your mind at ease to hate me ... it matters little to me one way or the other."
Selene says "As you wish"
Death turns and walks again over to the edge of the building.
Pestilence crosses her arms and stands stoicly as she watches Kitsune move across the rooftop.
Selene lights up a clove as she watches.
A trap-door on the top of the George and Dragon tavern flips open, and Mallik climbs atop it. Presumably to get a better look at the newest aspects of the Inferno. He carries an assault rifle strapped across his back, and a pair of binoculars dangles around his neck.
Death wanders around the edges of the building, her form silouetting off the cloudy night sky. There is movement below in the streets.
Damen says "Don't fall, love....I'd hate to hear the squishy noises."
Pestilence moves toward the eges as well and glances down at the activity in the streets. She nods knowingly.
Selene draws out her blade, "Well I guess it is time to see if I am still alive."
Mallik walks to the edge of his building's flat roof. He draws the bolt of his rifle back, chambering the first of the clip's shells. The rifle is set against the small wall around the roof's edge, and Mallik sets his boot on this ledge aswell, so as to peer out into the streets. The binoculars dangle unused.
Damen raises an eyebrow. "Is hunting season open so soon?"
Ithius pulls another jo stick from his cloak, "oh.. yes.. there is going to be a lot of snarks out there.. can't you tell?", he says actually dead pan.
In the distance, an enormace, glutonous Empire State building seethes in the night. A black shadow spreads from its base, a claw reaching out to clutch at the city's heart.
Damen rubs his jaw thoughtfully and regards Yosannah. "And -this-is what you do for fun now?" He shakes his head. "I'm disappointed."
Pestilence offers for Damen's sake, "Ready yourself, Damen," She smiles, mostly to herself, " You'll need all your wits about you."
Death says simply, "We're out of time." The shadow is growing in the direction of Hell's Kitchen.
Pestilence reaches for the ring on her finger and toys with it absent-mindedly. She chants lightly under her breath.
Death turns towards Damen, "There are innocents in the cathedral below, Damen, who need your help. That is why you are here."
Selene waits carefully muttering, "I knew I should have brought more aide."
Mallik blinks a few times, and then waves a hand through the air before him. "Holy Serpent!" He shouts, rather loudly. For those watching, he draws the Logrus into an invasive shield.
Ithius walks slowly forward mutter words as he does.
Selene says "I guess it is time to meet them.."
Death says "We must go to the Cathedral, the wards there will hold them, for a time."
Selene slides down the drainpipe to the base of the catheral.
Damen chuckles and crosses his arms. "You're confusing me with someone who gives a damn." he regards Death. "Why should their plight trouble me?"
Selene climbs down the rusty, shaky fire escape to the north. Selene drops the last few feet to the ground from the rusty fire escape. Already in the streets below are a few skittering things.
Mallik slings his rifle over his shoulder again. He shouts, brusquely, toward those on the neraby rooftop, "You, over there. What the hell is going on?" And he walks slowly toward the open trapdoor.
Selene starts to hack into the crowd of monsters with only the sounds of a chaos war cry coming from her.
Pestilence laughs in Damen's direction, "Because you no longer have the choice of leaving. Come along Damen, because they," She points at the critters in the street, "Do not have my charming disposition." With that she steps off the roof and decends to the ground.
Death takes a step forward, off the roof, and decends rapidly, but not dangerously so.
Mallik drops the last few feet to the ground from the rusty fire escape.
Selene moves forward enjoying hearing the screams as she slashes with her saber.
Damen remains his usual calm, collected and cocky self to those who remain an aquaintance. To those that know him, his demeanor may seem somewhat guarded.
Ithius connects his two joy sticks and makes a staff out of it CLICK. Ithius continues muttering words and his visibility diminishes.
Just a vangaurd, not many, skitterling things, toasters with fingers to crawl from rubble, bicycles with fleshy chains, cable wraped in what might be pealed face converge about the street. A burst of gunfire issues from within the George and Dragon Tavern. Just a moment later, the boarded up doors are slammed open and off of their hinges by some invisible force, and Mallik steps out of the tavern and peers around through decidedly narrow eyes. The rifle hangs from one hand.
Death draws her own sword, a broad sword, which, like her, is covered in runes, letters, magic writing, though unlike here, it is engraved. She strides forward, stabbing a rat with a laser pen for a forehead. She strides towards the Ruined Cathedral.
Ithius twirls his staff and moves about smashing the objects as a ghostly aparition himself, clearing parts of the path so others won't be entangled.
Pestilence presses on toward the church with Death. She makes a sweeping motion with her hand. Within seconds the fleshy monstrousities begin to gurgle, rot and decay.
Damen raises an eyebrow. "I swear I've seen this before."
Death raises her sword upright, resting it on her shoulder as she continues forward on the path cleared out by her sister, "If you mean there's a similarity between these things and the Tandrai, I concur. I think they are not unrelated, though this is clearly tied to this shadow. Perhaps they are children of a kind."
Mallik turns abruptly away from the idea of strolling straight through the streets toward the Cathedral. This is clearly evident by his choice of maneuver: he follows the line of buildings toward the cathedral, staying to the edge of the street. One hapless spawn does get in his way, however, despite the care taken in his movement. A plastic big-wheel trike rolls up, lance-like spikes on its handlebars and half of a toothy maw over the front wheel. Mallik extends an open hand toward it, clenches the hand to a fist, and then makes a rough flinging gesture. The critter sails high and long, spiralled like a Marino pass.
Damen sighs softly and twists a ring on his finger. A swathe of light sears from his outstrecthed hand and the smell of cooked meat rises from the charred remains of the malformed monstrosities. A few pause in their barrage to feast upon their comrades.
Selene growls as she moves forward slicing and running and not looking back, "They seem to be the Tandri in nature, but too chaos like in their strikes."
Pestilence screeches as a tire iron with black wings pummles her in the back. She is thrust foward and falls to her knees.
Damen murmurs a soft word, barely intellible and things around him begin to die. Simple. No flashy fireworks. No razzledazzle. They just cease moving. He pushes forward to catch up with Pestilence and grabs her arm, lifting her. "No no no,my sweet. If anyone is going to bring you down....it's going to be me."
Pestilence lashes out at Damen as she is lifted to her feet, "Get away from me, coward. I don't need your help." She attempts to pull away from his grasp.
Damen smirks, "Coward? Is this about the wedding?"
A table with human rib pincers rushes from the shadows towards Mallik, bricks begin flinging themselves from buildings at everyone (though poorly aimed), and in the distance a noise, slithering, gurgling, clanking, can be heard.
Ithius pauses and focuses on the noise, "oh.. joy it's the big Kahuna", he says and then begins muttering words for some reason. A lamppost, with a skull where a light should be reaches down biting at Selene.
Mallik rushes along toward the cathedral, at times backwards and sideways. Rather quickly. The rib-pinchered table clips him from behind, just as a a heli-toaster slams into something invisible - yet rather solid - in front of him. There's a heavy metallic *clang* as a pincher slams into the kidney-region of his mantle - he's sent sprawling forward, luckily somewhat in the direction of the cathedral. And he rolls to his feet and bolts in that direction. Occasional spawnites dash themselves to pieces against the Logrus shield, as he runs.
Death says "Good to see you, Mal- watch out!" Smaller, roach-things swarm from the sewers, bits of wire, a computer chips, and small piece of trash protruding at obscene angles from the insects bodies.
Ithius sighs, "No end of these hybrid beasts is there?", he asks.
Death says "No."
Pestilence brushes a few strands of her sweat soaked her from her forehead as she races up the steps to the Cathedral.
Selene seems distracted and, because of that, two of the insects pounce on to her.
Ithius notices these demons can partially see him, "This sucks", he mumbles and begins flea flicking detail of ridding the insects of their mobility. Ithius dodges several roach approach styled critters in there confused attacks.
Pestilence pushes at the Cathedral doors - once. And then again with a grunt. She spins away from the door and presses her back against the building. A small tribe of furry fuzzball type creatures with metalic jaws roll toward the building. She begins to frantically fish around for something in her jacket. Just at the creatures reach the Cathedral, they stop, or are stopped. They begin scurrying back and forth.
Selene screams in pain as she soon discovers that the insects can chew through platemail, in a rush of fury she throws one of the bugs into a wall whilespearing the other with her saber.
Death leaps the last few steps, over the ravenous horde of insect-things onto the steps of the Cathedral. "Well met, Lord Hendrake," she says to Mallik.
Pestilence draws forth a silver glock and begins to discharge the weapon into the the furry creatures that are now scurrying back and forth before her. She obviously lacks significant skill with this weapon.
Ithius begins muttering some and bits of electricty dance across his staff the smell of ozone begins to fill the air as he starts conjuring a spell.
Selene finally gets to the doors looking over at Mallik, "Never expected we would be ever fighting on the same side again."
Mallik spins around abruptly as he makes the cathedral doors. Puts his back to them. He lets his rifle drop, it hanging from its shoulder strap, and sets his hands forward in the air. They seemingly mesh with the air. "Likewise, Lady Kitsune. " He shoots a glance toward Pestilence, " 'the hell, y'forget the key'r somethin?" His speech is noticeably hurried.
Pestilence scowls, "The hell indeed."
Mallik says, "Neh. There's together and then there's not against each other." The noise grows louder, it's nearly a roar now, and down the avenue, the shadows fill the space between buildings.
Ithius continues conjuring as the electricity builds up on his weapon it licks the ground cuasing the dirt to dance as he begins to finish the spell.
Pestilence's breath comes in quick gulps, "Suggestions. And you had better make it quick." She glances in the direction of the fast approaching shadows.
Mallik twists his wrists, fingers wriggle. "I can have a go at forcing the doors if you like." A shoulder rolls, heavily, thus jostling the assault-rifle hanging from it.
Death turns towards the doors and pounds on them.
Ithius continues conjuring a spell bits lightening dancing all around him now it's becoming quite bright near him. After a moment, the doors swing open, a couple loyal guards that remain behind pop out with guns to cover those coming in as Riva muscles the heavy door open from the inside.
Pestilence pauses a moment to regard Mallik and then ducks into the church as does the rest of the group.
Inside the cathedral....
Selene says "Now what?"
Ithius pulls his weapon apart and begins folding it up, "we get the people out of here I believe."
Death says "I think a trump window is called for in these situations."
Riva grunts and with effort slams the doors shut.
Mallik steps into the cathedral. Swings his rifle up, ejects the spent clip, produces a fresh one, loads it, and chambers a shell. All in one series of motions that fit together as a whole in such a fashion that it's hard to analyze it into parts.
Pestilence regards Mallik's actions cooly as she catches her breath.
Death heads for the center of the cathedral. Selene relaxes her diamond arm and the blade retracts.
Ithius begins removing more weapons from his attire, .45 automatic pistols now.
Mallik leans against a barricade, works on a series of deep breaths. He spits out in the midst of one of these, "Mm. Trump window. You mean to flee?"
Even from outside the hideous scraping, howling, shriking noise of the approaching horde causes the ground to shake. The noise grows steadily louder, and more blood thirsty.
Pestilence adds, "Finish this, Death. We are dangerously short on time."
Death says "Someone needs to take the last of these people to safety. And I hope you all have a means of escape yourselves, because when I finish this, nothing will be left alive."
Selene says "I would rather die, than flee, no more running."
Mallik says "What exactly are you doing?"
Death standing in the center of the cathedral, she points her sword to the ground. As it touches the floor of the cathedral, the runes on its surface begin to draw light into them. "A death spell Mallik, one large enough to destroy every living thing left on this island, down to the microbes. When the circle is carved, and the spell begins, the wards holding the horde out will fail. You need to hold them until I cut myself, and then you must leave."
Ithius hmms, "I think it's about to end Riva." Ithius loads speed clips into his gun.
Pestilence approaches Death, "And if Kitsune does not make it?" Pestilence studies Death intently, waiting for an answer to her question.
"Don't worry about me. I'm already dead." She begins to cut a pentagram into the cathedral floor. Needless to say, the handful of refugees and guards present aren't very happy.
Riva looks upset, then glances about the room of the frightened and sickly refugees. "I don't have a way to get these people out. I stay with them, if we find a way to get them out I go with them." she pulls out a sawed-off shotgun. "Who needs fresh weapons or ammo?"
Selene nods to Riva, "I didn't bring a modern firearm, and have no idea if my lightsaber would work here."
Ithius sets his staff in a convienent spot for later use. Ithius begins loading up the his weapons shot gun on the back .45s and a sub machine gun as well.
Mallik lifts his shoulders. "Eh. I do not fear your magic. I will remain." He gestures vaguely, a half-circle big enough to include the bystanders present. "One of you will take my card and go to another place. I will hand individuals through to whomever volunteers."
Riva says "I have a spare shotgun, a few extra riffles, and a compact plasma-thrower. Some grenades and automatic weapons for less close-quarters. Anyone else?" She yanks a desert eagle out and hands it to Selene, then gestures to a nearby guard, who hands her an extra clip. "Anyone else?"
Riva says "What of my people?"
Mallik says "Those are the people of which I speak."
Riva says "Alright." she looks to Kitsune. "Do you need me here? If not I will begin to evacuate."
Ithius just says, "Do it.. because I don't want to be around when things get really bad."
Pestilence's gaze suddenly appears
distant...
To the image of War, Pestilence says "You know me." It is not a question, "You are needed, brother."
The image of War nods. The world behind him is twisted and distorted, and the faint shrill of voices and the clang of metal fills the air. "Bring me."
Five points the star in the floor now has, Death stepping within. The traceries on her skin now glow negatively, as she chants quietly in an ancient and forgotten tongue, but she spares Riva a glance just long enough to shake her head.
Mallik shuffles a card free from the sheaf he withdrew from his breast pocket. Extends it to Riva. "Take as many as you can with you. Contact me when you arrive and I will send the rest to you."
Ithius locks and loads, "too bad this isn't just a bad movie", he says.
Selene loads a pistol and watches the door waiting, "It cannot end this way, not again."
Riva looks at Death, then frowns. She shifts her weight restlessly. "Alright. Ithius, you go." She looks to Mallik. "He's trustworthy, incase you don't know him." She moves towards Kit a few steps.
Mallik tosses his card toward Ithius, face down. "You know the deal. Go gather some people up." Outside the Cathedral, the screeching, whining, tearing noise of a train wreck on acid reverberates through the windows.
Ithius takes the card and nods he gestures two some weaker people, "I can only take five", he says, "come here."
Death's sword is carving an arc, conecting one point.
Ithius pulls a trump out a group touches him, "on the count of three", he says.
Pestilence reaches out her hand to an
unseen object. After a moment, War appears in a rainbow sparkle.
The walls vibrate with the force of the hordes coming. A few boards blow in, screams coming from the refugees. Death has traced three points.
Mallik makes his way toward the biggest throng of refugees. Stands ready, rifle held in one hand.
War appears, grasping Pestilence's hand in one of his. His upper left hand holds a black mace, to crush the weak, while his upper right holds a sword, to cut down the strong.
Riva shouts. "They're coming too quick, I'm gonna go slow them down. Someone shoot a flare or something before Death gets her spell off." she is force to shout near top of her lungs to make herself heard as she draws some nasty-looking nozzles attached to a pack on her back.
Mallik starts passing folk through.
Pestilence mutters quietly next to War, "As we have witnessed so many times before... the alpha and omega, yes?"
All five points of Death's penticle are now connected. At that very moment, the walls, doors, and windows shudder and groan. Death looks up at Selene, her chant finished, "I don't know what this will do to you," she quietly says.
Mallik steps up to the two nearest fellows. Sets a hand on each person's shoulder. As one might expect, Mallik's eyes distance a touch. The folks he's touching fade two-dimensional and dwindle into nothingness.
Selene heads to the blocked door making sure she is the first line of defence.
Mallik shouts, before working on the next nearest refugees, "Let me know before she finishes that. I have preparations to make."
Riva says "Selene, Stay in here. Guard the refugees. The shadow remains if they survive. Please." she unbolts the door. "In case something happens to me they need to get out." Her armor has moved to cover most of her face."
Death now sheathes her sword, "Just in time, Brother."
Pestilence moves to stand outside the five pointed star. She also begins to chant.. Quietly. In an language long forgotten.
War smiles, the dewlaps of his abbreviated crocodile jaws drawing back, dog-like, to reveal obsidian black teeth. "I hold with those who favor fire," he says. War exerts his quasi-mystical influence to increase violence and spread dissention and strife.
Selene starts to shake and growling.
Death begins chanting again in that obscene acient tongue, holding both arms stretched out before her.
Riva says "Thanks." She takes a deep breath and ajusts the pack. "Don't forget the warning, either." Riva kicks the door open and leaves some of the armed guards to shut it shouting as she bails. "Ciao!"
Mallik continues passing refugees into nothingness. Fade, dwindle, poof.
Pestilence allows a slight smile to escape the corner of her mouth as she is caught up in the rapture of immense energy that flows throught the Cathedral.
War stands, apparently motionless. Whatever he is doing, nothing shows, unless perhaps one counts the deadly pulse of his domain that runs through the shadow.
Selene eyes turn a crimson red as her body turns a dark shade of ebony. From outside a sears of sharp reports, one loud exploision, and a serious of angry roars. Apparently Riva is putting her heart into her task.
Mallik moves on to the next throng of refugees. Unceremoniously deposits them in trump-land. Moves on.
The three horsemen ready themselves at the center of the room. Pestilence begins to exhale slowly and a cloudy green gas flows from her parted lips. It begins to fill the room...
Selene starts to grow six legs spread across her waist, which starts to increase in mass becoming more of an oval shape. Selene starts to grow six legs spread across her waist, which starts to increase in mass becoming more of an oval shape.
More angry roars and shrill screams as plaster falls from the ceiling in exploision. One just might note an almost human yell of blood-lust admist the din. Then several more exploisions in rapidn suciession and sound of gunfire.
Selene starts to grow sharp fangs as her hands start to lengthen and form claws. Selene completes her change as the red spot forms on her back.
Mallik pauses in his refugee-shuttling duties. Herds the remaining folks into acorner away from the gas with a few barked commands. Then lifts his rifle, "What the hell is that gas?"
The flesh of the cyborg creatures begins to blister and erupt - blood oozing from the open wounds as the creatures are caught within the confines of the gasious green cloud.
War reaches behind him with his lower arms, each of the two limbs bending in unexpected places, creasing the apparent metal of his skin. It only takes him a few moments to extract five two-inch thick cylinders from the pack.
The ceiling begins to creak, and there is thudding along the walls as if a infestation of giant bugs had suddenly begun. The sounds of angry roars and explosions remain in the background. It sounds more like an army than a single person. However even an army is not enough to stem the flow of creatures as they sweep over the buildings.
Death places the cup in the center of the penticle, between her feet. It is shrouded by her gown and held tight. With her dagger, she cuts the gown away about mid thigh, reveal bloated darkening skin (as it get towards her boots, her skin is nearly purple) and tosses the remnents of the gown away. She cuts the inside of her thighs with the dagger and blood begins trickling down her legs into the cup.
Mallik reaches out, grabs two more folks. They dwindle and fade. Then Mallik's eyes refocus, and he lifts his hands into the air.
Chanting as she does so, Death cuts into her dead legs, more blood flowing down. The first few drops now enter the cup.
Pestilence falls to her knees at the thick gas continues to spill from her lips. It continues to spread throught the room, spilling outside through the newly formed cracks in the walls of the church.
Mallik continues his apparent concentration. The Logrus forms in front of him, slowly. Bit by tendrily bit. Black and copper and green, clashing and swirling nauseously.
War tosses the handful of objects out the door, evoking a myriad of responses. A sharp bang is followed by a bright flash, and then a billowing of multi-colored vapors washes back through the doorway.
Selene armed only with Tooth and claw she waits to strike at the incoming horde.
There's more explosions, but further from the explosion, perhaps she is trying to form a distraction to lessen the interest in the building. With all the noise it's possible she couldn't hear Selene's warning, but not so easily ignored is War's flair. There's the sounds of a grand finalle eve as some persistant creatures begin to break through the structure of the building, the supports creaking.
Mallik suggests, in the tone of 'command-suggestion,' "Someone might want to get the rest of these poor bastards out of here." He jerks a thumb at the remaining refugees. The twisting Logrus before him fades to invisibility.
Creatures burst through the walls, another through the doors. Demons made of the flesh and sinew of victims, others made of twisted wire and pipe, cars, demons, winged beasts and twisted mockeries of modern life fight over the few entrances to their feast.
Mallik puts his back to an internal barricade - one not infested with horrid demons and so forth. Lays into the swarm of demons with his assault rifle, simply spraying the entirety of the clip out in one brutal arc.
Pestilence quickly finds herself fending off attacks from a number of smaller creatures. The deformed monsters tear at her clothes as well as her exposed flesh. The noxious cloud that lingers around her person provides some respite as the creatures fall to the floor - rotting from the inside out.
A few more exploisions and rapid gunfire issue, further off. Nearly washed out sounds of hell.
The fourth horsemen arrives as Famine climbs in from segment of the roof she tears open. She peers down at the mayhem and madness with leering eyes. She growls but this cannot be heard over gunshots, she looks for the source of familiar frenzy. Seeing, Selene in attack-mode, she screams down a spell.
A horrific cry of pain to escapes Pestilence's lips as as larger monstrousity latches onto her right arm and begins to slash at her neck and face with razor sharp claws.
Selene leaps into the air crushing on impact one of the cyborg like demons as she starts to toss the skulls of her fallen foes into the fray like rocks.
Death's blood now ceases to flow altogether. She reaches down and takes up the chalice, holding it in front of her, with the dagger. The sound of gunfire and explosions stops.
Either Riva is dead or has made her escape.
Mallik clubs one overzealous member of the advancing hoard with the butt of his rifle. He then sets his hands in the invisible Logrus, and starts thrashing about with tendrils of force. Bits of bicycle demons, ice-chest demons, blowdrier demons, and so forth, are torn from their owners and strewn about. More of the unholy horde, and tenticles or something large and very nasty find their way in. More of the walls give way. Mallik is bothered more by shrapnel and flying bricks than advancing demons, as his advantage in reach is meticulously abused. Stray cuts, scrapes, and future bruises sprout on his visible skin - dozens more assaults are repelled by his clothes, which ring with a steely clang when struck.
Famine shouts as spittle drips from her mouth, and soon a glowing circle drops from the ceiling to hang in the middle of the space. The outside walls are covered with the insectlings, a skittering mass whose scraping noise can be felt within. A thudding can be felt through the cathedral. Through a collapsed wall, and monstrousity of flesh and sinew and machine and tire, tall with pile driver hands approaches.
Selene stomps towards Famine as the demons start to rake at her body.
War reaches over and strips the demon
from Pestilence with one hand, while his mace whirls in a circle that
caves in the demon's middle. Simultaneously, he back hands a third
demon across the room and slices a third in half diagonally. He
flings the remains of Pestilence's attacker into the advancing horde,
then pivots on one foot to rake his talons across a fourth.
Death stops chanting and shouts, "Leave
now!" She tilts the chalice and adrop forms at the lip. Then she
empties the contents into the air and they fall.
Pestilence collects herself from the attack and forces herself to stand.
Mallik clears a semicircle around him with a large, sweeping gesture of both hands. His hands then come to a halt, held as though reaching for something not in attendance.
Selene finally gets to Famine all battered and brusied, "Rubi get on my back, unless you want to have a bad case of the afterlife, and trust me it would be horrible all that elevator music."
War wraps a hand around a fistful of auburn hair as Pestilence rises. Reality trembles before him as he takes a step forward. His mace smashes aside two demons who seek to block his path, then he fades and steps through the third demon before him. His sword scribes a fading cut across two demons, nearly splitting one, then fading to a thin scratch on the second. War and Pestilence move away, slowly fading from view and then reappearing in the shadow of Erotic City...