Spirox War

As Damion explained things, Darius was listening. While it was true he was very savage and acted very much like an animal, he wasn't stupid. He knew his brother was smarter than he was, and he knew they would need some kind of plan for re-capturing the human, so he paid very close attention. Once he had finished, Darius began to speak. "Once we have captured both, then we feast, yes? I like this plan, brother. I like it very much" The Left Hand said. He knew where the human district was, it was a place he had visited several times before, an easy source of food once you got past the guards. He began walking off in the direction of it, pausing every so often to make sure his brother was following.

Caleb simply looked at Oerva as she voiced her concern. "It's not going to kill us. If it comes near us, i'll stop it. You'll be safe, Oerva" he said encouragingly. Stepping over next to where Valinton had been standing before he'd departed, Caleb pointed in the direction of the black market. "That guy's running ahead like he owns us, but I think he's going to get us killed. I trust him about as far as I could throw him. I know this place inside and out, I'll get us there" he said, now taking off in the direction of the black market.

Stephen sighed as Caleb took off. Clearly he hadn't listened to Valinton. Despite Caleb not trusting Valinton, the draconic mutant was right; splitting up would significantly lower their chances of survival. However, it appeared there wasn't much of a choice. The pain of being a strategist sometimes was knowing that what you were about to do was a horrible decision, even if it was necessary. Stephen silently followed Caleb, running behind him and constantly trying to pick up any presence that may come near, which was exceptionally difficult with all the screaming people running by.

Before long, they reached the black market, or at least the entrance to it. The telepath held up a hand as Caleb prepared to go inside. He was only a few meters away from the entrance, so he probably thought nothing could go wrong, but Stephen knew better. He didn't know exactly where the person was, but he knew that he was being watched, by somebody close by. "Caleb, stop for a moment. It appears we are not alone" he stated simply, raising his voice a little to indicate to the observer that he knew.​

 

Valinton noticed the other two heading a different direction, "Idiots!" He said to himself. As he neared the Colossian he noticed it was distracted and quickly hid behind another building. He thought he saw someone on its back. He took out his phone and held it out toward the monster with just his hand, not letting himself be seen and snapped a photo. When he looked at the picture he saw two people - or mutants - in its back. He frowned as he recognized them as Damnation and someone else. He then noticed an icon that popped up saying he had a voice message.

It was from Doku.

He looked at it confused as it was rather recently sent. He looked back at the Colossian and ran behind a few other buildings then listened to the message. She was safe at home apparently. Valinton let out a sigh of relief and put his phone away. His fists clenched as he looked back toward the Colossian once again.

"Change of plans Stephen" he said to himself, assuming that the telepath was currently reading his thoughts, "I'm going after Damnation." ​

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Colossian glared at Damnation as he boldly decided to try and take his food. He began to throw a fit and start slamming his back against buildings in attempt to knock the mutant off his back. ​

 

Walter Dixon awoke in his office, his face on his desk and surrounded by paper work. He'd been in the film business for many years, and so things like this did not bother him; it was commonplace by now.


"Can I get you something, Mr. Dixon?" Asked his secretary.

"Coffee, Janice." Walt's reply was mumbled and curt, not out of rudeness, but instead merely the result of work-related fatigue. Walter Dixon stretched out his long, thin arms wide and yawned deeply. He'd woken up after passing out from work to do more work. That was, ultimately, his life. His life was also keeping his daughter out of trouble, but she was an adult, and Walt convinced himself that she could look out for herself; no matter how difficult it was to convince himself of that when his daughter had nothing but a penchant for trouble.

"Here you are Mr. Dixon."

"Thank you, Ja-" Walt brought the mug to his lips before catching his thoughts. "You were impersonating Janice, weren't you?"

"Not bad, huh?"

"You've gotten better at this than I thought. You had her voice and everything for a moment." Walt proceeded to drink his coffee.

"Lately, I've been a little more inclined to perfect my so-called "craft"." Slithe showed her arm, and in so doing, changed her arm to take on a green, scaly coating. In all actuality, however, it was the flesh that was the facade, and the scales that were true.

"Well, practice somewhere else, please. I have a lot of work to do, and I wouldn't want to bore you or get in the way of you perfecting your "craft". You really are an actress, aren't you. ****. I became a movie mogul, and my daughter became an actress. How can a father do so much wrong?" The lilt in his deep, easy voice suggested he was joking.

"You could do worse. Did you hear about the incident last night?"

"No, I hadn't. What incident?" Walt replied, somberly, and was answered by the younger Dixon whispering in his ear. His eyes went wide as he heard the news. "I...I have to make a call. If things are getting that bad, we need to make sure we're staying as far away from it as we can possibly get." Belinda left and Walt dug into his cluttered top shelf in his crowded desk. Grabbing his phone, he tried to control his breathing; tried not to panic. Walt browsed his phone contacts for a rarely used contact before clicking the Call button. Walt was simply a family man, and the urge to protect what was left of his family was all too important. "Hello? ... Yeah, it's Animus. It's about Slithe and me."

 

Pele had been up since about 6am from waking up to a sweltering fever. It quickly subsided as she drank a bottle of cold water. Today's backpack was full of Spectro rings, seeing as a lot of her customers today would call it for a few eventually. Pele knew better than to leave the house without any. She was, however, running low and would probably have to go see somebody from the black market for a good deal on the rings today, but she had other places she could buy them from, although they wouldn't be as cheaply priced as the ones the black market would sell her. Her first job had her in the Idenshi district. As she walked around the back alleys and hid away from the general public, she couldn't help but wonder why she heard roaring last night. It was faint and it caused the ground to shake all over, but she swore she could hear some...thing...making a ruckus. Just as she was crossing a street, a fancy car nearly hit her. "Hey! Watch it you ass!" she yelled after it, shaking her fist in the air.

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Dead finished her stew and stood up from the table she had sat at. Looking at Ethel as she slept, Dead almost grabbed the girl and ran off to her home. However, she stopped herself from the fact she most certainly did not want anyone else to know where she lived. So, she turned around and ran out of the black market and soon jumped up a fire escape and stood on a building to get a bearing of her surroundings. Looking around, she turned towards the direction of the gay and bridge that would lead her to where the mutants lived. Dead began to run and jump across and around buildings, stopping to get to ground level once she was close enough to the gate. She snapped her finger and made her appearance become that of an elderly woman. Her scythe also had an illusion around it that made it look like her cane as she walked towards the gate. She was let through with no trouble and eventually she was across the bridge. As she made her way around the city, she made sure not to get any special attention as she transformed back into her normal self. She leaned against the wall and pulled out a sucker and placed it in her mouth. "Always hated going across those bridges..." she complained to herself. "Somehow I use too much of my brainpower each time..."


Doku woke up at 7:30 this morning and took a quick shower before she got into the car. Today she didn't wear her normal clothes, opting out for a pale yellow dress and black flats for shoes. Along the way to her store, she fell asleep and was able to get a little more sleep. Once they arrived at the shop, she stepped out carefully and saw Xaria. "Ah...Xaria. Hello." she said groggily. Pulling out the key to the shop from her pocket, she placed it in the keyhole and grimaced. Ever since last night when Damnation gave her those nightmares, the child inside of her has been giving her troubles. "You will have to do the most work today, I am far too tired and in pain to do anything today. I apologize." she said, stepping inside and placing a chair at the register. "People will come in and will ask where things are. Here is a list of items in alphabetical order and where you may find them. If you can't find anything, just ask me. But generally, people will not need your help seeing as a lot of the people that do come in are locals who have come before." she said, leaning back in the chair.

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Morning had risen and Skorge had regain his senses. Despite having going on a rampage following the loss of not only his prey, but the one responsible for taking it away from him, he went ahead and started to eat if not kill everything that he saw. At was another downside to his mutation, if he losses himself in anger then he'll be no better than a primal beast.

Now instead of what he normally did when the sun rose, which was to return to the church to sleep, Skorge had chosen to remain hidden in the shadows of whatever alleyway that he could find. Since going out would draw way too much attention to himself and despite being able to handle himself, he'd much rather prefer to work in silence. So he would simply observe the people walking around and any unfortunate soul who happened to wander too close to him would suffer. Granted that would mean that he would have to move to another location. Acting during the day could be such a pain.

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Unfortunate for Shade, his hopes at getting a free way of gaining spirox user soon fell apart upon finding out that the doctor had different plans than what he hoped. While it is left to imagination on the fate of the doctor, one can easily assume the fate of said doctor. Anyway, the carnivorous blob was now currently residing in the sewers underneath Idenshi. Acting as his make shift base of operations, he mainly used this as a quick and easy method of travel during the day. For despite being able to morph into many different shapes and forms, only a small handful of those forms could be considered unnoticeable. The others one, well you'd have to be blind or completely oblivious not to notice them.

 

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The beast's reaction to Damnation was to be expected. It clearly would involve an inception to its mind to allow for better control. However, time was his enemy right now, and the dawn of death was among him. The sun's rays could be seen from the distance, creating an evil aura of light in the horizon. As Damnation leaped off of Colossian whenever he attempted to crush him, he began to speed off towards the Underground Hideout...

No... That was a bad idea actually. Right now he has a lot of people pissed off about the situation at hand right now. It was best for him to remain hidden in the darkness beyond people's reach. He headed towards a manhole that was conveniently open for him to go within. Once within the sewer line, he journeyed further into the abyss of darkness fecal matter. The stench was atrocious, but not horrid enough to become incapacitated. Once he found a nice remote location, he folded his arms and slumped into a ball like shape.

Once before making his journey into the realm of dreams, he grabbed a phone that was adequate for someone that had claws because otherwise he would crush it. He typed in the number for the girl named Pele. Doku clearly had now become an irritation and would no longer be aloud within the mafia. In fact, she'd now become a number one target alongside Valinton.

"Pele, Valinton and Doku are now traitors. You and Zylen are now my two mafia heads. I'm going into hding for a while." He text to her and then drifted into a deep sleep to recover his injuries and stamina.

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Celsius heard the alarm clock and shuffled in bed. It took her a few minutes to get herself up and hit the button. Her eyes drooped and some saliva was still on her chin, seeping from her mouth. "Ugh, morning already..." She sighed. The girl didn't really like mornings too much and had a very tough time waking up. She stripped down and went to take a shower, only to freeze the water that came into contact with her skin. She shed it off and aloud the steam to melt it. It was more difficult to take showers when your an ice queen.

Once that was finished, she put on her normal attire and grabbed some extra cash. She headed out into the spirox district with hope that today was going to be golden. The question was, what to do? She would just wonder around until something popped up to do.

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She had finally reached the city. She released Alpha and Beta from the storage cube who began to follow her intently. "Alright you two, only attack if I'm attacked. Otherwise, stay by my side." She ordered to the two robots who clearly obeyed. The people in town stared at her with curiosity. It wasn't everyday they saw a cyborg with robots floating around her. Zeta simply ignored this.

She entered the shop she usually went to for parts. "Maurice, I need oil and other rare metals. I have the usual to trade." She grabbed some gold and silver from the storage cube and placed them on the table. The advantages to having a mine of her own. It was only a shame it was dry of what she needed. The man gave her what she needed and she stored in away.

"Thank you. I shall return when needed." She now would explore the town to see if there were any other goods she could find useful within the lab. It was a vast city and she only visited every few months after all.

 

Blanc had continued to walk through the district he was within, sadly disappointed in the lack of overall work he had to do this night. Nevertheless, he was perfectly fine with it as that simply meant he'd have more energy for jobs later on in the day. He kept his hood up as the sun started to rise over the horizon, as to shield his eyes from the light. He continued walking forward until his eyes drifted onto something that was far too bright to be considered as normal. The only thing that gave off that kind of reflected light was either metal or his own white skin. But the shape that the light was coming from seemed to be human, not to mention there two floating orbs following said human.

Blanc then decided to check out just what exactly this shaped belonged to. If he didn't recognize a person, then they were most likely new to the area. If they were new then they probably didn't know their way around. If they didn't know their way around then they were in need of help. As one who took it upon himself to help those in need, Blanc approached the figure only to realize that she wasn't quite like anything he had seen before. She looked completely abnormal, though not in the traditional mutant sense. Traditionally, one could easily distinguish a mutant due to their mutation being extremely prevalent and looked as if it was growing from their body. This girl, however, did not seem to posses any sort of biological component to her difference in appearance. Furthermore, she had robots just following her around. Curious, Blanc knew that the only way this would be satiated was if he actually went over to ask. And so, he approached her and said, "hello, you don't seem to be a familiar face around here, so may I ask who you are?" The tone and inflection of his voice was, well, blank. While he was curious, the emotion of curiosity barely was carried over into his actual mannerisms. Expressiveness was not one of his strong suits.