Pest Control - RP

[Drace]

The tail of the plane can't handle the airpressure and get's ripped off. The people at the back are litterally sucked out of the plane and face certain death. The flight attendent can't steer the plane to make a savelanding anymore, she's forced to crashland at the shore close to Dover. Drace holds on and slowly makes his way to the cockpit. The plane is to instable to hold itself together, the mid section breaks off. There's only the 1st class and the cockpit left. The people inside are terrefied, hit unconsious by luggages, sucked out or dead. Drace closes the door of the cockpit behind him and helps the flight attendant to make the crash landing. They see the ground. Drace blinks.

00:47, Shore.

Drace opens his eyes and sees a dark clouded sky. He's confused to what happend. He puts his hand on the ground and leans on it. He focuses his sight on the thing in front of him. It's the cockpit. The windshield has been burst open and the flight attendant is dead. Drace looks around him. The place is a wreck. Parts of the plane lay everwhere and trees have been ripped from the ground. He hears some sirens and notices some lights from the horizon. He stands up, shakes his head and walks to the plane. He enters it to see if there are any survivors. He notices a man, trapped under some luggage and helps him to get the luggage off. Drace walks further and collapses through his right leg. He then notices a large piece of metal in his underleg. He ignores it and helps a woman with her child, a man with two broken legs and a flight attendant who lost his eye. The sirens are close by and cops come walking in, helping the survivors. They help Drace and get him in an ambulance, they take off.

[Dragonium]

OOC: BIA, let me control my own damn character.

*After escaping from the train...*

Akintale: Hmm. So, they're trying to destroy all the Miscreations, are they...? Well, then, we'll just have to... Uh?

*A determined looking man is talking quickly in a payphone on the opposite side of the road. His hair is dark, and the leather jacket he wears is not enough to conceal the large number of guns he posesses*

: ... Yeah, I heard. I'm just looking for one of 'em now... Oh, yeah, don't worry, I picked up that package you left... Yeah, I'll keep looking... I don't hold out much hope though, those Miscreations'll be long gone...

Akintale: So there's more of us nearby...?

: ... I'm not sure, boss. But don't worry, I'll get every last one of them... A skeleton - yeah, I heard that, too... Well, I can't be the only one hunting them... There'll be nice bounties on these things, there -will- be others... They're trying to deport them, too, but I bet people'd rather exterminate them all...

Akintale: Hmmph. Well, then... *He walks away, into the night, towards the centre of London*

[Moosetroop11]

(Anyone can control my character to a certain extent, it makes things easier and I don't have a problem with it)

[Grandy]

(Same to me)

 (Brazil, 01:02 (London's hour))

 (Atikkus is tied in a chair in what seems to be an interrogatory room, but is in the airport)
 Policeman1: Okay, Mr.Atikkus, we know who you are, and we know WHAT you are, now, why don't you just give up and make things easier to us?
 Atikkus: What you mean?
 Policeman2: Don't prtend you don't know, you're a hunter, and you can see perfectly we are miscreations. *e takes of his cap, showing two elven ears*
 Atikkus: I've never liked that name, it sounds like we're an error or something.
 Policeman2: Yes, that what they think we are, and thats why I don't understand why you're with they?
 Atikkus: ...
 Policeman1: ANSWER US!
 Atikkus: ...I'm using they.
 Policeman2: You're using the organization?
 Atikkus: Yes, I need to find someone.
 Policeman2: Oh, not that again.
 Atikkus: ...
 Policeman1: Here, Atikkus, I'm not happy with what he done, but revenge won't solve anything.
 Atikkus: Look, I know both of you aren't happy with what I've been doing, I wouldn't be too, after this is over, you can do whatever you want to me-
 Policeman2: IF we find you, you're pretty tricky, aren't you?
 Atikkus: Tricky as dressing me as a policeman to "arrest" someone?
 (Fake)Policeman2: We NEEDED to do that, Atikkus.
 Atikkus: Of course you did, but why?
 (Fake)Policeman2: To try to persuade you! This is madness, Atikkus!
 (Fake)Policeman1: You're going to certain death, we won't allow you to do that.
 Atikkus: You won't?
 (Fake)Policeman2: C'mon, you're not going to get out of here until you promisse us you're going to stop!
 Atikkus: Okneoth, you forgot, dear friend, one thing.
 Okneoth(Policeman2): And what is it?
 Atikkus: I'm pretty tricky! *and saying that, Atikkus vanishes in what apparently is a smoke bomb, and disappears*
 Okneoth: Damn! Gillians, warn the others, we have to stop him! Don't let he go in any plane!
 Gillians(Policeman1): Alright!
 Okneoth: Damn, Atikkus, why don't you just drop it!

[WarxePB]

(Yeah, I suppose anyone can control my character too.)

-Deep Voice: You didn't kill everyone in this colony.

-Terranon: Huh? *turns around*

*A fair-skinned man walks into the room. He has untidy dark brown hair with gold streaks through, and orange-red eyes. He's wearing a blue-black long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans, and a dark purple cape is attached to his waist. Four curved dagger-like weapons are attached to his belt.*

-Man: You're still as beautiful as ever.. even soaked in blood, and with the knowledge I have now.

-Terranon: I thought you would've been long gone by now.

-Man: I've been sleeping. But the scent of death can rouse anyone.

-Terranon: They did not want to come to the new world. So I had to kill them.

-Man: Yes, I heard your conversation with Gil. And it's likely that the new world is my birthplace.

-Terranon: Birthplace?

-Man: You know that I'm half-immortal. I've been living for about 10.000 years, and I'm still considered a child. And speaking of children, whatever happened to my son?

-Terranon: He... died in the womb. Its mutations were too unstable.

-Man: Yes, I suppose that a demon faerie and a shapeshifter don't exactly have the best children together.

-Terranon: So will you come with me?

-Man: Very well. I haven't met a worthy opponent in 3000 years, and we're likely to meet one during our quest.

-Terranon: Then let's go.

***

-Man: What is this?

-Terranon: It's called a van. We ride in it, it's much faster than walking.

-Man: You're using.. human technology?

-Terranon: We have no other choice.

*She grabs her cell phone, and dials the number Revelle told her.*

-Phone: Report.

-Terranon: I found a colony of the Miscreations. None of them wanted to come to the new world, so I was forced to kill all of them.

-Phone: Good work. We'll wire you the money.

-Terranon: Also, a Miscreation named Jothai has joined me.

-Phone: Very well. *hangs up*

-Jothai: Hmm, my Raven Swords are getting dull. Are there any talented smiths still around?

-Terranon: The closest one I know is in Boston. It's a few hours' drive.

[Drace]

(Same goes for me, as long as you don't kill him off.)

"Hold on sir, we're close to the hospital," a man in the amublance says who's helping Drace. The driver drives besides a long empty road, and then notices something further away.

"Johnatan! There's something on the road!" he shouts. Johnaton, the other man in the ambulance, goes to the front and looks at it.

"Are those wings?" he asks the driver.

Hearing this, Drace's eyes go wide open. He sits up and looks at it.

"We need to take another road! Now!" he shouts to the driver. "It's a demon! One of the Achiachi."

"What?!" Johnaton shouts. "We need to take another road!"

The driver makes a 180 and heads back to take a different road towards London.

[Darkfox]

(Limited control, my character is apparently away from the others right now)

Neon: Oh yeah... the phone number! *thumps his own head* Doi! *goes over into the phone booth, inserts a few coins, dials up a number and waits with the phone agains his ear* Pick up, pick up... hey! I got the one you wanted, so where do I take her eh?

[Grandy]

 (A circle in the same room where Atikkus was is now filled with about 12 people, counting Okneoth and Gillians)
 Okneoth: Gillians, find anything?
 Gillians: Nothing at all.
 Okneoth: And you all?
 *No one found anything*
 Okneoth: DAMNIT! *He punches the wall* -Sigh- He can't be too far. Atikkus isn't that fast.
 Gillians: No... but he's pretty tricky.
 Oneofthe10peopleremaining: Hey! Isn't that him?! *He points through a window to a plane, Atikkus is entering inside the plane, smiling to they*
 Okneoth: Who did let he enter in that plane!? **He looks to the others, then looks to the plane again, Atikkus is showing what seems to be an policeman clothes*
 Okneoth: Using our own trick, huh? *He turns to the others* Alright, everyone, we did what we could, Atikkus could get past us, lets let him go, lets go back to the base.
 *Everyone leaves the room, the last one is Okneoth, he stops, looks back to the plane and whispers to himself "Pretty tricky, alright." then he leaves*

[WarxePB]

*14:25, somewhere in Boston, U.S*

*Terranon and Jothai are standing at the entrance of a small office building.*

-Jothai: This place doesn't seem like a hideout for a smith.

-Terranon: Just wait.

*They walk in*

-Secretary: May I help you?

-Terranon: Yes, we've come to talk to the CEO.

-Secretary: I'm sorry, but he's in a meeting right now.

-Terranon: It's urgent. We need to talk about his business partners.

-Scretary: Oh, I see.

*The secretary hands Terranon a small key.*

-Secretary: I assume you know where he is.

-Terranon: Yes.

*Terranon and Jothia walk into the nearby elevator. She sticks the key into a keyhle, and presses a few floor buttons. The elevator doors close, and they move downwards.*

-Jothai: What is this machine called?

-Terranon: An elevator. It quickly moves people across vertical distances.

-Jothai: It's incredible how much these humans have advanced in 100 years.

-Terranon: Was your civilization advanced?

-Jothai: We used magic and technology together. We weren't as advanced as these humans, but we were a great deal smarter.

-Terranon: Well, you don't sound vain at all...

*The elevator hits the bottom, and the doors open. A tall, muscular black man wearing nothing but blue shorts and two golden bracelets, looks back at them.*

-???: Ah, if it isn't my favorite customer.

-Terranon: Good to see you too, Obsidian.

-Jothai: This is the smith?

-Terranon: Yeah. He's human, but he can process mythril and elesthonium like the best of them.

-Obsidian: What can I do for ya today?

-Terranon: I'm thinking of upgrading my Death by Viridian a bit, and my riend Jothai here needs some new Raven Swords.

-Obsidian: The Death I can do, but what are Raven Swords?

-Jothai: They are specially-designed throwing daggers. They are enchanted with a spell that allows them to home in on targets and return to their user after being thrown.

-Obsidian: I can make the swords for you, but you'll have to enchant them yourself.

-Jothai: Very well.

-Obsidian: And what were you thinking of for yourself, Kayah?

-Terranon: Can you fashion guns?

-Obsidian: Yeah.

-Terranon: Add a rifle to the Death. And while you're at it, add an automatic handgun too.

-Obsidian: Can do. I should have them done in a day or so.

-Terranon: How much will it cost?

-Obsidian: $100 grand.

-Terranon: That's it? You're getting too nice, Obsidian.

-Obsidian: Well, it's the least I can do for a pretty lady like you.

-Jothai: That's what I said to her before I deflowered her. And then I found out her secret...

-Obsidian: Eh?

-Jothai: ...don't worry about it. Let's go, Kayah.

-Terranon: Okay. We'll see you soon, Obsidian.

*They go back up the elevator*

-Terranon: We should probably get a hotel while our weapons are being done. We can't fight other Miscreations unarmed.

-Jothai: At least, you can't.

-Terranon: You're not as tough as you think you are.

-Jothai: I'm tougher than you think. I've taken out entire armies with nothing but my hands.

-Terranon: Yes, but they were all human. Miscreations have a much harder time going down.

-Jothai: ...

-Terranon: I know a good place to stay. We'll go there and stay for the night, and come back tomorrow for our weapons.

[Darkfox]

14:30 (ugh... military time is harsh...) Miscreation Colony remains

*Neon stands there*

Neon: Strange... I smell death... hm... *looks around* WHERE'S MY PAY!? Am I always too late? Speaking of late *looks at his watch* dang... I better find somewhere to hit the hay errrr... *notices he still has the Miscreation* -_-' why does this happen to me?

[Red Giant]

*Red shields his front with both arms as James charges him. Red is hurled into a pile of dustbins on the other side of the alley. James turns into a human and advances at his leisure as Red slowly gets up.*
Red: You don't need to do this, James.
James: That's it? That's the best negotiation line you've got?
Red: Hey, gimme a sec. I just got hurled across an alley.
*Pulls out Revelle's gun and fires at James but misses. James jumps for cover behind a dumpster*
Red: I don't want to have to kill you James.
James: Yeah. Me too I guess. But it's worth it.
Red: This is idiocy. You know that, don't you? Have you seen this "gateway"? Have you been given proof of this other world?
James: I don't really care anymore. It sounds like a damned good deal to me.
Red: James, you can live here on earth. It isn't so bad-
James: Wrong Red. It is so bad. Every day I live is a lie. Every day I have to conceal myself from the world. ... I have to conceal what I really am. We can't live here, Red, they're right. Look at you. You've had three centuries at it and you're still just a shadow in the gutter. I want to be free, Red. Truely free.

*James transforms into a Moose and bounds over the dumpster he was hiding behind. Red fires a shot that skims Jame's left antler and strikes the wall behind him. James charges at Red furiously, who gets caught in between the antlers and is pinned up against a wall.*

[Drace]

(Jesus Red, it's about 4:30! What the hell are you still posting?Wait, it's an hour later here. What the hell am I still posting?)

While the amublance drives towards London, Drace explains everyting to Johnaton. The driver looks in he sight mirror and sees something.

"We've got trouble!" he shouts feared.

Johnaton grabs an 'emergency' case and opens it. Convealing an Uzi.

"I suspect you know how to use this," he says and hands it over to Drace.

Drace smiles. "As much as a fish knows how to swim, my friend."

Johnaton opens the back doors and Drace sits down to have a clear shot. He shoots small bursts at Frankie, but doesn't seem to hit him good.

"The shot range is to small. He has to be closer in order to hit him at critical points," he says.

Johnaton goes to some other cases and opens them to find something better. In one of them he finds a MSG90. He picks it up and goes sit down next to Drace.

"I use this one," he says happily.

Drace looks suprised. "I thought this was an ambulance, not a mobile weapon deposit."

"The world is a dangerous place. You got to have some protection."

Drace laughs and takes the MSG90 over. He aims carefully at the right wing of Frankie and shoots. Frankie get's hit and slows down. It seems like he's getting difficulties flying but pulls himself together and moves on, going faster then before. Drace shoots again, this time in his left wing and Frankie crashes down on the road.

"You got him!" John shouts in joy. He goes to the driver and tells him that he can slow down.

"Bad idea," Drace says. "He's down on the ground, but not for long. Keep up this speed."

With that said they move on, to London.

[BlackIceAdept]

(I don't really care about how you use my hero just don't kill him)
OOC: I don't really have any inspration so yeah I might post agian after some of my life's crap is over...

[Darkfox]

*Neon is walking along a roadside carrying the female, suddenly she wiggles from underneat his jacket*

: Grah! What is this!? Where are you taking me!?

Neon: Your awake eh? Oh boy... -_-

: Let me go or you'll be sorry!!

Neon: Those cuffs are a very tough steel, even a miscreation like yourself can't break it...

: Bah!!

Neon: Listen, this was supposed to be an easy pay on delivery mission, nobody was there to deliver you to and thus I got no pay, I'll have to find those guys...

: Why are you doing this to me!?

Neon: *in gangster voice* It's nothing personal, it's jus business.

: Ugh... your corny...

Neon: I am not!

*a second set of footsteps are heard*

Man's voice: I'm afraid I can't let you proceed any further hunter...

Neon: Hunter...? *turns around to see a tall figure in a trenchcoat and hat*

Man: You will let the female go hunter...

Neon: Oh yeah Trenchy!? And what will you do if I refuse!?

Man: ...this... *takes off the trenchcoat, he's a buff gray furred wolfman in a camo shirt and jeans, he has long hair and green eyes, a scar in between his eyes* I saw what one of your heartless hunters did to that colony... it's time for revenge, starting with you!!!! *rushes at him at incredible speed ramming right into Neon who drops the female and she falls facefirst into the ground*

Female: Ufff!! I hate the taste of dirt... ugh... BEAT WHATEVER OUT OF HIM!! ...and don't forget me afterwards...

Neon: AGH! *flies backwards then does an airial flip landing on his feet sliding backwards some* Urgh... you caught me off guard, that's all... it just so happens you picked a fight with Neon, toughest punk in all of Utopia... *points to himself* HAH!

Wolfman: I hear the people there are overpampered wimps...

Neon: WHY DOES EVERYBODY SAY THAT!? *his aura flares out* Grah! *rushes at the wolfman at blinding speed does a spinning jump into the air readying his right fist* BLAZING RIGHT FIST!! *throws his fist at the wolfman who grabs it and slides backwards retaining his posture, the shockwave goes outwards* No frickin way!

Wolfman: What? Expected this to be your usual street fight boy? The outside world is much more tough!! *grabs nean and hits him in the stomach with his knee*

Neon: UGHH!!! *backs up then stands back up* Oh yeah! take this! FLARING LEFT FIST!! *hits the wolfman in the stomach causing him to slide backwards* HAHA! Huh...?

Wolfman: Ugh... I must admit, that was moderately impressive... heh... but nothing compared to this... *punches Neon in the face sending him backwards and onto his back, and also sending his sunglasses flying, the wolfman begins to approach him*

Neon: Ugh... I must be too tired... *opens his eyes, they are purple* my shades!

Wolfman: What is it, all gimicks and flashy lights with you? Your pathetic, now goodnight! *raises his foot up ready to stomp Neon's head in but before he manages Neon flips up onto his hands doing an upside down kick across the wolfman's face with his right foot*

Neon: SILENT RIGHT KICK! *gets up on the wolfman's shoulders and jumps into the air, his aura flares*

Wolfman: Ugh... you stupid brat... huh? *looks around* where did he...?

Neon: For my finale! SPARKLING LEFT KICK!! *thrusts himself down at the wolfman engulfed in his aura*

Wolfman: Huh!? Sonofa! *tries to step back out of the attack's path*

Neon: Oh no you don't!! *hits the ground before the wolfman, the energy surrounding Neon is released into a ring of energy that goes around him and begins to pan out, the wolfman is hit and is sent backwards*

Wolfman: What the... AGHH! I can't believe it... your not even human!! *is slammed against a roadsign which bends back, the ring fades and he's out cold, hethen slides down and falls to the ground in a sitting position*

Neon: *hets up from a kneeling position holding his stomach, a bruise on his face from where he was punched and his clothes looks dirty now* Not even human? *gets out some handcuffs and limps over to the wolman and puts them on his hands and onto the sign* a pickup should be here soon, ugh... I think I'm going to vom... I really need rest or better medical attention... *looks over at the female and chuckles* I think that pose suits you XD

Female: IF I WAS SITTING UP I'D SPIT IN YOUR FACE!!

*Neon picks her up*

Female: STOP TOUCHING ME YOU... ... PERVERT!

Neon: O.o Pervert?

Female: ...it was the best comeback I could think of... BUT YOUR STILL NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!!

Neon: Gah... no offense but your yelling is hurting my ears...

Female: What are you going to do ab... *at that moment Neon ties her muzzle shut with some fabric ripped from his sleeve* MMF! MFF!! Urrrrrrr... -_-

Neon: Ahhhh... thats better! *continues on towards the city he was approaching*

*almost an hour later Neon is at some hotel counter*

Neon: HEEEEEEY!!! MIIIIISSSSTTTERR!!!

Clerk: Huh? What do you want?

Neon: I need a room!

Clerk: *looks Neon over and takes notice to a tail hanging out from under his coat that is covering the female* Whats that?

Neon: Huh!? (Oh dang! Think think think...) It's alright if I bring my dog along, she's no trouble, she don't even shed!

Female: MMMG!?

Clerk: Funny sounding dog...

Neon: She's... an... exotic breed...

Clerk: Are you trying to tell me, that what you have under that jacket is a exotic dog... that is blue and huge... like the size of a man!? ...*shrugs* allright, that'll be 87

Neon: 87!? *sighs and counts out his money*

[WarxePB]

*in some generic room in the same hotel*

*Jothai, who was sleeping, suddenly bolts up. Cold sweat is dripping down his face.*

-Jothai: ...hmm...

-Terranon *sleeping beside Jothai*: *rubs eyes* ...what's wrong?

-Jothai: Get up and get dressed, we need to get out of here.

-Terranon: Why? It's the middle of the night...

-Jothai: Exactly. The darkness will cover us.

*Jothai gets up, grabs his clothes, and puts them on. Terranon does the same.*

-Jothai: Another Miscreation has entered this building.

-Terranon: I thought you said you could handle one with only your hands.

-Jothai: I plan to. But we will need to escape quickly after killing it.

-Terranon: Well, good luck, then. I can't fight without my Death, so it's up to you, big man.

-Jothai: Hmmph. *walks out of the room*


***


-Clerk: Allright, that'll be 87.

-Neon: 87!? *sighs and counts out his money*

-Jothai: Don't worry about him. He's a friend of mine, I'll pay for him.

*He grabs Terranon's wallet, and hands the clerk a bunch of bills and change*

-Clerk: Um... that's only $50.36...

-Jothai: Mmm. I apologize, I'm not from around here.

-Clerk: Oh. Well, here, just give me your wallet and I'll take the money.

-Jothai: Over my dead body! *blasts the clerk back with telekinesis*

-Clerk: ...ugh... *passes out*

-Jothai: Now, as for you...

*He turns to Neon*

-Jothai: Tell me your name, your alliance, and three good reasons why I shouldn't kill you.