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Thread: Beneath Burning Skies (RP)




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    Jhoira awoke with a yawn, staring out the window by her side. The city was awakening with the late emergence of night. The eternal fog of thin grey smoke, the intimidating neon claws from the surrounding billboards, the dozens of tireless denizens who wandered the streets. "Just another night in the Stark", she muttered to herself as she quickly pulled herself out of bed and robed herself in a dark grey shroud, remniscient to the threads worn by the ninja clans of old Japan, but made much hastier and with many pockets for accesories. Brushing aside her raven hair, she had a look around her apartment. It took a little while for her eyes to adjust to the increased darkness of her sparsely furnished, single room apartment. It had been like this for several years now, the same old routine: Go out, loot some people and go home, nothing ever changed. "Maybe tonight would harbour some more adventure, maybe tonight I will make my fortune." Also the same old thought that circulated through her cluttered mind in an endless loop, but she liked to hope in her hopeless situation. She quickly wandered over to a nearby wooden table and opened up a small, rusty metal toolbox which was placed atop of it. She placed her golden left arm next to it and started placing several gadgets and implements from the toolbox into a small compartment concealed in her wrist. When she was satisfied with all she needed, she quickly closed it up and scooped up her tired leather satchel by the side of her bed and hoisted herself out of the window, clutching the exit railings carefully.

    She climbed her way up to the roof and looked up to the dying crimson skies to decide a new course of action, something different. Instead of basic pickpocketing, maybe steal something of importance, something valuable. "The Stark usually has something fun to do on night's like these." She scoped her surroundings, the burning arcades before her, the darker industrial jungles, the isolated residential plots. She finally lay her sights on the desolate dockyards. Brimming with forgotten warehouses, there would surely be something interesting there. Stepping back a few paces, she made a run up to the building's ledge and made a magnificent leap over to the next apartment, fully clearing the widened gap above the main city street. A couple of minutes spent jumping and running, Jhoira eventually ran out of apartments to bound off, arriving at the last block at this side of town. Not halting for a rest, she quickly sidled herself down the side escape chute and snuck through the alleys to get to the chain barriers surrounding the dockyards.

    The whole area was forgotten, with several rusting boats sitting out in the harbour, rendered useless with old developments in mag-lev technology. The heavy chains that locked the gates were easily dispatched with a simple punch and now it was time to have a look around. The blanket of darkness and the lurking shadows were easily dispelled by the clever pair of Tekno-specs that Jhoira had stolen previously. They felt nice on her head and allowed perfect daylight vision in any position. Casually striding down the rows and rows of warehouses, unafraid of intervention, Jhoira inspected the logos that were emblazoned upon the side of each locker. They were truly ancient, but maybe they held some yesteryear relics that might fetch a healthy profit. On her wanderings, she spotted an unusual insignia on the side of one of the warehouses: a blue and red yin and yang pattern. Thinking that it might be important, she smashed open the locks for the hangar, only to find some old crates of some unknown fizzy drink. Deciding she wasn't that thirsty, she left them as they were and continued looking for interesting things. She was walking down by the loading docks when suddenly, she heard sounds coming up from one of the ships. It was only very faint, but auible nonetheless. Wondering who else might be wandering this place, Jhoira decided to have a quick inspection of the gargantuan hulk that sat in the oily waters. Quickly navigating the distance, she walked up the access platform and had a glimpse through one of the cargo hold portholes from which a faint orange glow emanated.

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    Malone stood there, it had taken him so long to find this place, it was the perfect place to hold these meetings, no-one ever came down here! As his arms were raised to the sky he turned his eyes down to the gathering and the large pentagram that was sketched on the ground, every few seconds an orange color pulsed from the sketched lines of the pentagram.

    He smiled broudly at all these pathetic mortals, they had all came here and they had no idea what they were even summoning! More importantly they didn't even know who, or what for that matter was guiding them! He pulled his cowl down closer, just to make sure his horns were completely covered, his eyes flared breifly as he brought one arm down quickly to check the time. Ahhhh perfect only 5 more minutes to go, then i can get the adversary to take care of all these stupid sheep!

    His head clicked down as his ears pricked, his eyes glazing over as he scanned the area with his other-sight, under his breath he growled, "Mortallllll....", his long fangs stuck through his lips and his lost smile turned into snarl, he jumped off the stand where he had placed himself, "Take care of this my dear....members, i must take care of something"

    Making sure nothing escaped the regions of his cloak, as he ran hunched over around the side of the beached ship, and there it was, a disgusting little specimen, crouched like the bug it was behind a crate, with a roar Malone reached down and plucked it off its feet by the throat and slammed it against the side of the ship and brought his face close to her's, and growled, "What are you doing here? Who are you, and why shouldn't i remove your head from you shoulders!" He tryed to control his voice enough so as to not attract any of the members to his current position. His eyes flared red, his long cat eyes boring into that of the mortal, it squirmed in his grip as they stood there......

    :smokin:
    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    Managing only a short glimpse at the inside of the hold, Jhoira was whisked off her feet and plastered against the ship's wall. The cloaked stranger was impressively tall, and had a raspy voice as if from beyond the grave. The lowered hood only revealed a set of red feline eyes that drilled into her own, even through the tek-specs. It's breath formed jagged wisps of smoke on contact with the freezing temperatures. Something told her that getting free wouldn't be that easy. She had trouble prying open even one of it's arms and breath was becoming scarce. Suddenly, the creature boomed "What are you doing here? Who are you, and why shouldn't i remove your head from you shoulders!"

    It (which was a he) loosened his grip, knowing that she couldn't free herself, but still had her tightly pinned, silently demanding an answer. A sly smile crossed Jhoira's lips. Her eyes flicked downwards for a brief second, but before the creature had the chance to figure the outcome, she had delivered a swift double kick to where she estimated was the creature's 'weak spot'. The once fearsome eyes, began to glaze over and become less threatening. At once, Jhoira was dropped on the floor while the hooded figure doubled over in severe pain. Rubbing her neck, Jhoira made good her escape and bolted over to the gangplank from which she had entered. She was almost there, when the demon materialized in front of her, barring her exit. It was still in pain, clutching it's sides in attempts to hold itself together, but it's eyes now reflected the same hatred that they showed before. Stepping back in surprise, Jhoira reached into her satchel and withdrew a small silver orb. rasping it firmly in her left hand, she lobbed it directly at the monster's head. In mid air, the "Fantasy Ball" sprouted a deadly series of serrated spikes as whistled toward it's target. A gasp of disbelief came from Jhoira's lips as the ball stuck in the side of the creature's hood without it even flinching. The eyes flicked up at the point of impact and then back on it's prey. Running out of ideas, Jhoira, unthinkingly performs a sideward flip over the restraint rail and lands with a massive splash in the murky depths below. The cloaked figure stared from above and quickly hobbled off, very slowly.

    A few meters away, at the edge of the pier, a drenched figure climbs up from the sea, thickly coated in a layer of oil and collapses at the top of the ladder.

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    Malone clutched at his head as soon as he saw the stupid mortal jump off the side of the ship, it mustn't know about the wild-life around here! He forced a chuckle as he thought about it....

    Going into a crouch he screamed as he pulled the barbed device out of his head, he didn't want to show any weakness while the mortal was here, bloody hell that thing hurt! His head clicked to the right of him as he heard the sickening sucking noise come from the side of the ship, he lurched to the side and leaned over, watching the oily mess of the human pull itself from the water.

    "Have this back mortal!" Malone reached back and threw the ball with all his might at the creature as it pulled itself up the ladder, its reflexes jerked as it promptly dodged the descending ball, the ball dug itself far into the concrete, it didn't even seem to slow down, going throw the concrete as if it was paper, Malone smiled broudly as he watched, ahhhh this one has good reflexes, or it was lucky....lets see....

    His head moving around, making interesting cracking noises as he scanned the area for any wandering members.....he didn't want to show himself with any of them present, being sure that none were around, he threw back the cowl that covered his head, his long horns glistening in the afternoon sun-light, he smiled down at the mortal as he heard the gasp rise up, he moistened his lips with his long splitted tongue, then leapt high into the air, throwing back the rest of his cloak letting his large leathery wings flick out, he brought himself up next to where the mortal was climbing, smiling down at her, "Rise to your feet mortal...now!"

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    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    "Oh...that was not good..." The figure crawled out of the water completely oil-sodden, her hat fell of her head limply as she weakly collapsed upon climbing to the top of the ladder.

    Andrea Costeau, the heir to over a million dollars in inheritance was the oldest child of one of the highest aristocratic families in the area. Though highly born, the sexy beauty of 23 would of much rather died in achieving her millions instead of it being gifted to her. She branded herself as a cunning and well-gifted in the arts of 'treasure hunting', you and I would call it...theft.

    Her new and beautiful attire...or what was left of it, dripped heavily with practically tons of crude oil. How she managed to swim through all that was a miracle. Her small frame heaved and her breathing became shallow. She was not even paying attention to the young woman with the dark hair who'd just leapt a death-defying height. Or even yet, the humongous figure which stood perhaps over 7 feet high.

    Andrea on the brink of unconsciousness called out softly before she fell into a comotose state. "Little help here...please..."

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    Jhoira hoisted herself up from the filthy seas, the swim being much more taxing than she could ever have imagined. She took a few steps as she readjusted her footing on stable land, letting thick oil trickle down the length of her body. Proceeding to remove the last traces of muck that had gathered on her, she heard a startling groaning to her right. Quickly scuttling behind a rotting packing crate for cover, she bent her head from behind it's edge. A similarly filthy person was crawling out from the murky depths. It appeared to be a woman, but the heavy film of oil that had coated it made it hard to tell. She re-focused her attention back up to the oil tanker whence she came. The cloaked malefactor had removed the 'Fantasy Ball' from it's head and juggled it lightly in it's claw. It was looking down at the poor being as it slowly muttered something and fell to the floor. Without warning, the monster chucked his new toy at the sprawling figure. A deafening whistle filled the air, gaining in pitch as it neared it's prey. However, a split-second reaction caused the prey to quickly move to the side, saving it from the wrath of spiky metal death. The unerring speed at which the ball travelled, and the small, smoking crater it left on impact was alluding to the creature's great strength. She was to find out as to why very soon.

    Clicking her vision back up to the assailant, her eyes widened with fear. The creature cast aside the torn rags to reveal a new and hideous shape. The beast was no ordinary mutant. It was very similar to the pictures of demons which she had read of in books long ago. The screaming pictorial image was burned deep within her thoughts, welling up her deepest fears. The beast outstretched it's wings and performed a fabulous leap from the tanker's deck, to a mere few paces ahead of the oily body. It took a few seconds to realise that this wasn't the body he wanted and quickly went about an investigation, prodding it with sharp taloned claws. The collapsed figure looked up briefly before kissing the pavement again. The demon seemed to delight in standing over the fallen, as a slow grin crept upon it's lips. Knowing the hurt the beast was capable, Jhoira cast away her fear for a brief second and jumped out from her hiding spot.

    The demon was too busy with his examinations to see the shaking thief behind him levelling her left arm in his direction. The moonlight glinted off the arm's well polished surface, casting radiant reflections in all directions. Quickly clenching her prosthetic into a heavy fist, Jhoira crouched to get better aim. The demon was now aware of something behind him and quickly turned around as he heard a loud fizzing. Too late it seems as a powerful rocket propelled fist collided with his face and sent it packing. The creature was stunned, like any creature with a hand embedded in their face. The hand slowly peeled off, revealing a heavily bruised and pained expression, distorted and disjointed. As the fist landed on his foot, it caused further grief to the already injured demon, now falling onto it's back and clutching it's foot. Jhoira took full advantage of her attack of opportunity. She quickly scrambled to reclaim and re-fit her prosthesis, and to scoop up the helpless body in both arms. The creature, still reeling in pain, would not be able to block their escape. Jhoira made a frenzied dash out of the dockyards and wouldn't stop her forced running until assured of safety, or until exhaustion set in. Finally, coming to rest in a small alley, just a block away from her habitat, Jhoira lay down her burden beside her and slid down the wall, panting with the combined effort of insane sprinting and carrying someone at the same time. She was so exhausted, she didn't notice her quarry open their eyes, to see their saviour.

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    Malone turned his head too late, he saw the golden arm fly straigh at him, he tryed to duck, but still collected the flying fist in the stump of his horn, he let out a scream as his horn ripped from his skull and tumbled to the ground, the fist then fell swiftly to the ground, and landed heavily on his foot. Jumping backwards he landed on his rear, squirming in pain, bloody thing, i think it broke my foot!

    As he laid there he could feel the bones in his foot already quickly knitting themselves together, he winced as he felt one drag against a nerve in his foot as it moved....the healing process could always be painful. Then he remembered and his eyes swivveled upwards to where his horn should have been, then he glared down at the ground, where the bloody, broken stump was lying. He closed his eyes and grunted, his eyes opening in pain as a new horn burst through the flesh on his bleeding scalp, one hand traveleld up and ran down its length, he smiled as the new one didn't have any cracks or fractures, pity it hurt so damned much to grow it, no pain, no gain......

    He wriggled his toes....ahhh perfect, all better, he leapt to his feet and let out a humounhous roar at the retreating mortals, he took a step forward, unfurling his wings, then a smirk crossed his face and his head turned back to where the order was assembled, "I have a MUCH better idea for these meddling mortals...." a low rumbling snicker escaped his lips and he jumped back onto the deck of the boat, not bothering to walk up the rickety plank. Looking carefully both ways he pulled the cowl back tightly over his horns and wings, and hobbled back around the corner, going back into the feeble old man that he prefered to show himself as in front of the mortals....

    Checking his watch he smiled, "My brother's, we are nearly complete, you just have to let me complete the last phase, and then you," He let out a loud cough, "We will be finished!"

    As he circled the group he slowly raised his hands to the air, speaking the proper incantations in his home land Daemon tongue, although the other members beleived it was just some kind of arcane spell, such fools, they had no idea what was coming for them.

    Malone got ready to finish the chant off just as something small and hard flew into the back of his head, making him stumble, getting the last through steps, and words of the process wrong, he let out a roar as he saw a small deformed sea-gull fly away, his eyes flared as he thrust a claw out at the bird, instantly there was nothing more then a red mist and feathers left floating in the air, the entire assembly stared at the sight in fear, their eyes locked on Malone's hand.

    He turned back to the centre of the pentagram, this wasn't going to be good....not good at all.....a purple shimmer appeared in tha air, although the size was threatening, it stood to about 1 and a half metres tall, and its ;ength took up the whole circle, at least 4 metres long....but the shape is what concerned Malone, it seemed to just be a large box, as it solidified, it definetly was just a box. Malone's stone face quickly turned to one of extreme rage, all this working for a BOX!!

    He turned to the arranged members, and threw back his cowl, revealing himself, there was a breif scream before the entire prosecion turned into dust.

    Soon after while he was still taking his rage out on some nearby crates, he heard a voice, "That wasn't very nice master, they were only trying to help."

    Malone whipped around a huge fireball already in his claw, his eyes burning embers.....there was nothing there except that stupid box, feeling sick of its presence he just decided to throw the ball at it, when the smoke cleared the box was still there, totally un-scathed. Malone raised one long eye-brow suddenly interested. He concentrated and switched to his other sight, and his suspicions were confirmed, Ha! The Damned thing was alive!

    "Ok you piece of rotting wood, explain yourself, what the hell are you doing here, where is the adversary?" Malone growled at it as he stalked up to the side of it, tapping it with his foot. "Well Master, you did the dance wrong, i am not the adversary, i'm merely his travel equipment, you got me instead.....but i am still at your service." The box seemed to move, in what seemed to be a kind of bob.....probably supposed to be a bow.

    "What are you supposed to do to help me? Your a goddam box!" Malone loosing his temper picked the thing up bodily, thinking about throwing it into the ocean....but just as he was about to let it go, numerous legs forced there way through the wood near the base of the chest, and kicked Malone repeatedly in the stomach, he dropped it onto the base of the ship and looked at the strange contraption, letting out a laugh that shook the ground that he stood on, "Well i don't beleive it! A walking box! Ok then....show me what else you can do then!"

    The box's lid threw itself open, and then without warning random items started to throw themselves out, no matter what their size, they seemed to come out, the objects ranged from a sword, to a small VW car, and at the end of the exercise all the objects just seemed to pick themselves back up and go back into the box, Malone smiled and nodded appreciatively, but what happened last really made him laugh, he heard a screaming coming from what seemed far away, nearing quickly, and then a squeeling mortal was suddenly thrown from the opening in the box's lid and tossed into the air, swiftly caught again as it falled, Malone sat back and clapped, "Very well, i'll take you along with me, you could be useful!"

    He suddenly remembered something from before....the mortal's! Switching back to his other-sight he quickly found where they had ran off to, "Ok box....no...i think i have a better name for you, i'll call ya Luggage...yes Luggage, ok Luggage, take me to the mortals, I'll direct ya" He stalked over to the box and sat down on the lid side-ways, he wasn't expecting much so he didn't hold on.

    As the box suddenly burst into full speed Malone was thrown backwards off the side of the ship, there was a sucking noise as he was drawn under, there was a gurgled scream as he went under. A few minutes later a raging Malone pulled himself up the ladder near the side of the ship and ran straight at the box, kicking it as hard as he could muster, it barely managed to rock it, while Malone was left holding a bruised foot.

    This time when Malone seated himself he gripped on with both hands and let out a long whoot as they left off in a small inward 'pop' of air. Malone was surprised by the speed, but even more astonished as the box seemed to pass through solid brick walls as if they were nothing more then paper, going in a direct straight line towards the tow pathetic mortals.....

    :smokin:
    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    Andrea's eyes fluttered open, she blinked a few times and inspected herself. "I...look terrible, what happened to me, how did I get here?" A young girl not much younger then herself stood crouched beside her. The young girls breathing was heavy and she was also covered from head to toe in layer of oil. "Oh looks like you've been swimming too. Did...you save me from that, daemon?" The girl responded with a firm nod, while she fiddled with her mechanical gadgets. Andrea watched the girl in awe, she possessed so many things that she thought never existed. They...would be worth hundreds, if anyone knew anything about them.

    "Is that a hobby?" Andrea asked beneath her oil soaked wizard hat. "What? Oh, these? ...well, it's a profession and a hobby, or just simply a trade skill. I'm Jhoira, it's rather unfortunate we met under such circumstances." The girl answered back. "Jhoira? Such an unusual name. I am Andrea...Costeau...." The young girl stood wide eyed looking at the woman with the strange hat. "You're the head of..." "Yes...I am, you mustn't tell anyone that I was here. But, I will tell you one thing. I am a treasure hunter by profession. ...But, I seem to have the gift of Heraldic Arts, or elemental magic. I should be going, I feel I must soak myself in a vat full of soap" She laughed. "Oh yes, one other thing, I must thank you for saving me Jhoira, darling. It was also a pleasure meeting you, remember, you don't know me and you never saw me here" Andrea winked back at Jhoira. "Oh last thing, I promise." Andrea carefully removed a small necklace and took Jhoira's hand and placed it in her palm closing it over the dainty present. "That's just a little pressie from me to say thank you, I'm almost sure that our paths will cross again my dear! Bye bye for now!" Andrea fled in the direction of the nearest soap factory.

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    Stunned at the strange encounter she just had, Jhoira turned her gaze to the small trinket that lay in her hand. It consisted of a thin, silver chain that held a small gem on a tiny clasp. The gem didnt look familiar, but that would soon change when placed under a magnifier. Carefully putting it around her neck, she pulled out a small pane of mirrored silver from one of her pockets and had a look at it. The delicate trinket looked nice, but they didn't match the goggles that hung lazily over her brow. Carefully placing the tek-specs back in her satchel, Jhoira walked around the block and jumped up to the escape ladder and clambered back up to the familiar window. Making a small leap to avoid traipsing oil over her bed, Jhoira took a quick stretch, glad to be back home after the night's events. She began to place all items on her person, into the Sanitizer for a quick cleansing. She opened up the door leading into the chemical shower. Carelessly chucking aside her fittings, she entered the large capsule and had a short wash. A minute later and she came out, cleaner than any whistle could have been. Picking up her garment, she tossed the dripping weaves into the sanitizer along with the rest of her belongings. Striding up to a small cupboard by the bed, Jhoira pulled out her stealth suit, a one-of-a-kind item that she had crafted from a black skin suit, several vehicle parts and a battery. After wrapping herself up in the suit, she turned on it's power supply, and immediately the light started to warp around her and embue perfect stealth. The fun of cleaning things up when invisible would never die. As the seemingly possessed cloth floated up and wiped up the oil slicks on the light carpet, a faint humming accompanied it in almost rhythmic pattern. When she was done, she clicked off the stealth and removed the items from cleaning. Opening up her satchel, she discovered that she had a new item of inventory. She deftly removed a small glass phial that had a swirling red liquid in it. A small cork acted as a stopper to the slightly warm substance. How this made it into her inventory was beyond her. She decided against drinking the potion and bundled it up with her other belongings back into her satchel. She decided to replace her stealth suit with her casual wear for comfort reasons. In half dress however, a loud commotion roared up from the streets below. Rapidly covering up and stuffing her stealth suit into her bag, she went over to have a look at what the fuss was.

    People were running in fear of a large cloud of dust that was erupting from the direction of the dockyards. The large cloud of smoke was gaining in length and the screams of those unfortunates who were engulfed by the tempest was horrifying. There was only one thing that she could readily think of that could have caused such a big mess. Quickly bringing her head back inside, Jhoira closed the window and reached under her bed. She pulled out an ancient sword and a very large pistol, her two weapons of choice.
    The sword was a ninja-to, one of the first items to be stolen from the roving bandit. It was so heavily modified that it hardly looked like an ancient, museum exhibit. With a plethora of wires and circuits running the length of the hilt and the blade, the weapon has more bite and use in today's society. This companion blade has a small button on the grip that energizes the azure blade and emits an angry buzzing noise that was on par with a chainsword.
    The pistol used to be a Gratchov: G-12 'Silverbolt' rifle. Jhoira had cut down the barrel and customed the properties to create into the hard hitting monster it is today. She modified the weapon to accept special caseless slugs that she manufactures from her pocket replicator. This ensured a rapid fire weapon that could take out the big guys and never run out of ammo. This pistol was created after the unfortunate incident which resulted in an amputated arm. It signalled the need for a powerful ranged weapon, that could be used just as effectively in a close combat situation.
    Jhoira snapped a brick of ammunition into her gun, it felt comfortable in her hands. Peering out the window again, she had quickly gathered her satchel and toolbox and climbed up to the roof to observe the swelling twister. Withdrawing her Tek-speks once again, she set her sights on the center of the boiling. Knowing that she might not have another chance to do so, she pulled out a Chokovat bar from her pocket and greedily stuffed it into her mouth. The combination of sugar and cocoa would help in what was going to be a long night.

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    Malone was having a grand time as he rode through the city on the back of luggage, he was roaring with laughter every time the bulking piece of travel materials hit someone, and they just turned into nothing more then salsa from the speed that they were travelling.

    He rode on top as if he was rideing nothing but a horse, he held on to the front of it in one massive claw, while he had summoned his staff as the started off. As the went through streets, intersections....buildings Malone merely swung widely at the mortals that the passed, easily decapitating them. Although there was one office block that luggage had ran through, and there were just far too many mortals in it for Malone's taste, so as they left its interior, he, in a carefree way, tossed a fireball over his shoulder, and chuckled at the screams that emergered from within the flames.

    For the last kilometer he had been doing nothing more then just watching, he had noticed something out of the corner of his eye, and immediately switched to his other-sight, and his hunch was correct, he watched as his prey sat on a roof, and if he wasn't correct she was just calmly muching away one a....candy bar, yes! It was a bloody candy bar! The nerve of this mortal! Fine this mortal wants to play mocking games....i can play them too!

    As Luggage roared down another street, closing in on the building where the mortal was posititioned, they were only about 10kilo metres away now, Malone reached far off to the side and grabbed one of the running mortals that was running madly away from the stampedeing box, with a snicker Malone threw his hand back as hard as he could and thrust it forward, but nothing happened, he looked at his hand, there was nothing more then blood and entrails of the human he had plucked.....a scowl passed his face, damned weak bodied mortals!

    He smiled and reached off again, fine! It will only give me another chance to try again! This time as he picked up a squeelling female he reached back slowly this time, then thrust forward, with a little less force this time and let the human fly with deadly accuracy straight to where that ****y ***** had sat herself.....

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    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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