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Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - Combat

The combat is quick and brutal the group manages to kill all the guards except for two the unfortunate male that Tigiri has grappled and the one Grumblejack was hitting. The former is flailing his arms, trying to break the lock, and the latter has been knocked out, and the rest are dead or a moment away from their last breath. Thankfully, you haven't made as much noise as you otherwise might.
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

He was late. Aleena Boyd looked up at the digital clock blaring and blazing against the dark expanse of wall and began to drum her fingers against the table. Her red-painted nails clicked against the glass in a steady rhythm as her impatience grew worse and worse. If only her own schedule wouldn't be affected by this bastard's! But unfortunately, it would be and it would mean she'd be late to her own two month anniversary dinner. She thought about her boyfriend and how he'd been looking forward to things that evening. It hadn't been easy telling him she needed to take care of something first and what was more, that it entailed business at one of her father's establishmentsLady Lucy's. Her green eyes glanced around, taking in everything. Oh how Aleena hated this place in particular. It made her stomach roil and her eyes rolled as the name of the place danced around inside her head. Stupid name! In one of the archways, she saw a dark silhouette, clearly male. He seemed to nod her way knowingly. In another corner, near a door that led to where she could only guess, she saw another man. His body was triple the size of her own. What he had lurking underneath his coat, she didn't want to know, but she had a good idea. Yeah, like always, her father's people were everywherenever a moment alone and always someone at your back. Aleena sighed, her green eyes fixating on the clock once again. Just when was he supposed to get here? The anonymous note she'd left him had specifically said to meet at Lady Lucy's at 6pm. It was now 610pm and she had to meet her boyfriend at 7pm. This was so not going to go over well! She shifted in her seat, crossing one smooth and slender leg over the other. Her black stockings hugged her legs, accentuating her curves as she settled back in her seat. She moved one hand into her lap and worried the hem of her black dress, the thin fabric like a second skin as it molded her to her nearly flawless body. She was the picture of elegant perfection as she waited, her flaming red hair neatly coiffed while a few wild tendrils managed to escape the updo she'd managed to create atop her head. But her patience was wearing thin, however. And she could feel the anger seething in her veins. 611pm. Aleena grit her teeth as she watched the blue neon numbers of the clock change. This bastard thought he was something all right. Such fucking arrogance! She opened her purse and fumbled through it. Opening up a compact mirror, she reapplied some red lipstick. She pressed her lips together and put the lipstick and mirror away. Setting down her purse, she straightened herself out and wondered how in the hell such a man could keep a lady waiting? On edge, she felt her muscles tense. Dark thoughts swam through her head. This wasn't going to end well. She knew it in her gut, could sense it. But she wouldn't let it dampen her night or her dreams.
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

Lucy's. It had to be Lucy's. Ben Kelvis looked at the front of the establishment carefully. he really hated this place, he knew what kind of reputation it had, and he was inclined to think that it was probably not doing it proper justice. This wasn't a good idea, coming here. He knew what he'd been digging into was liable to land him in trouble if he wasn't careful. But if he was getting notes like this, then he was going to have to risk it sooner or later. He couldn't hide. And the note had insinuated that he might find this to his advantage. It sounded fishy to him, but he had to know. And nothing ventured nothing gained. He checked the pistol hanging from the shoulder rig that he wore, and found it reassuring. Not a good sign. Ben swung out of his old Lincoln. It was a beast of a thing, all classic lines and proper steel, none of that new fiberglass or composite. He adjusted his jacket, and started towards the door. The place was a little gaudy for his tastes. A lot of glass went into the place, making a place that seemed more open that it actually was. He tracked his eyes around, picking out a few figures. The place was not well populated, which was odd really. The place normally did a swift and steady business. He spotted a face he knew from a few pictures he'd seen over the last few months. And that set off a few alarms in his mind. He checked his watch, knowing that he did have some backup coming, but it was going to be running behind. He moved through the glass walls, reaching an opening that led to the woman at a table, looking irritated. If this wasn't his contact, he'd eat his hat. Miss Boyd. he said in a flat tone, not taking a seat, just standing in the doorway, eyes picking what what he could. There were any number of people around, but it could be completely benign. Or it could be absolutely not. I assume you're the one that wanted to talk to me? He shifted his stance slightly, his nerves on fire. Every instinct he possessed screamed that he shoudl be somewhere else. But he had to know.
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

She was playing. Not for fun, to be certain. She was playing for keeps to be damn sure. You didn't bring someone out like this if you weren't ready to play hardball. Weighing his options, he knew he'd have to give a little if he expected to get anything out of this. But he was a professional, and he ahd a certain amount of pride in his job. He turned down little fringe benefitsd like she might be offering. They tended to have strings attached that caused more problems then they were worth. He sat down. Thanks for the offer, but I've eaten. And I know you're a busy woman, with places to be. We don't want to keep Jacob waiting, now do we? He smiled as he spoke his brother's name, making it clear he knew where she was supposed to be. It wasn't malice that kept him away from the place. He had to be sure there was no immediate threat to his existence waiting for him inside. Casing the place had been needed. But now that he was in, he knew she was not happy. Not a woman used to being kept waiting. A little too used to things being made to suit her whims this one. It was a fine line to walk really, keeping her annoyed enough to be a little off balance, but not so much that she shut down and made things harder. You asked to talk to me, so here we are. I've got my suspicions as to why I'm here, but why don't you enlighten me as to why I've been invited here? And so urgently no less? Ben asked, leaning forward a little, his forearms resting on the table. He kept his face neutral, not wanting to taunt or spook her.
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

At the mention of Jacob's name, Aleena's spine stiffened, her muscles tensed. But, on the surface, she was collected calm. A soft chuckle escaped her as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs under the table, her smooth stockinged legs gliding against each other. She leaned forward, green eyes hard and calculating. So this was how he was going to play, was it? Of course it was. Why would she expect any different. Ben Kelvis. The name was acidic as she felt the words play on her tongue, though she refused to speak in that moment. She looked at him, her full red lips curved upward in a small yet playful smile. Oh, aren't you the funny one, Aleena stated. Her mind seethed at how Ben had the audacity to bring up Jacob at a time like this. She dared a glance at the digital monstrosity on the wall625pm. You know exactly why you're here. She straightened a little, a tiny sigh passing over parted lips. She was sheer elegance, one not to be trifled with. Ever. So I say you stop acting coy and drop the act. Her smile broadened. From the corner of her eye, Aleena noticed a small shift in the shadows. Had the man standing there begun to move closer? He must have. She could clearly make out his profile nowall chiseled muscle and man. A small ache began to burn deep inside as her eyes found his. Unable to hold his gaze, she looked away, her eyes finding Ben. Leaning back, Aleena resisted the urge to claw at Ben's face. Instead, she inhaled deeply and then slowly exhaled. Now wasn't the time to let her anger boil over. Others were depending on her. Her father, especially. Feeling a bit more focused she leaned forward once again. Just then, a waiter stood by their table and set down some wine glasses. He was holding a bottle of pinot noir and began to pour without being asked. Aleena just nodded at the waiter. Clearly the drinks were on the house, courtesy of her father and his staff. Look, Ben, Aleena hissed as she delicately took a hold of her glass and sipped some of the red liquid. I know you have it. Carefully, she set her glass back down on the table with a clink of glass on glass. Her eyes were like emerald chips glinting in the light. It's on you now. Isn't it? she stated more than asked. Narrowing her eyes, her lips pursed into a smug smirk. You have no idea what you're playing at. Another movement of shadow and Aleena felt her skin heat up, goose bumps on porcelain pale flesh. There was no turning back now. This was for her family!
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

Ben smiled as he caught the tension that appeared on her when she heard Jacob's name. She was a fine player of the game, that much was for certain, but she wasn't perfect, no one was, and everyone had a button that could be pressed. Oh, I'll drop the act, right after you. You're not fooling anyone, least of all me, with this kind of show that you're doing. He fell silent when the waiter came by, pouring the wine. He needed to maintain some level of trust here, so he rached for a glass. Still, reaching for the farthest glass showed that he was still not giving her the benefit of any kind of real trust. They were here for one reason, and he wanted that over with. He leaned back as she made the challenge of his having it on him, and he nodded. I surely do. One copy of it anyway. What, you didn't think I'd put all my eggs into one basket, did you? He asked her with a smirk of his own. But you did, didn't you? You underestimate me Miss Boyd. I'm not quite as stupid as you want me to be. He raised his glass slightly in a toast. Jacob pulled the car into a parking space. He checked his phone again, making sure that he had read his messages properly. One from Aleena, she had a stop to make, she'd be at Lucy's for a few moments. And then shortly after, one from Ben saying that his brother was going to be at the same place, and wouldn't he please come by, since there was something important to be discussed. There was a level of concern to this situation. Was there something happening with his borther and girlfriend that he didn't know about? he highly doubted it was anything that he was thinking, but a man wondered about thigns like this. Were they both trying to get him in one place to break some kind of bad news? And why tonight of all nights? He put those thoughts to bed, and got out of the car. He crossed the street, not slowing down as he passed the door, and entered the place. All of the glass let him look around very easily, catching sight of Aleena first, that hair was like a flare going off. She'd dressed to impress for tonight, if the outfit had been for him. He quickly moved through the room to reach the opening that led to the pair. Ben? Aleena? What's going on? He asked. Jake, thanks for coming. That case I was working on with you? ALeena has some information on it that can help out a lot, thought you should be here for that. He said with a smile. It was a layer of insurance. if she wanted to keep Jacob around, she'd have to play ball.
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

Aleena's head was swimming, her vision barely blurring to redand it was hardly a result of the wine she'd just drunk. Oh, what she wouldn't give to be able to just let loose. For once! In the shadows, near the archway, she saw movement and her jaw twitched. Looking into Ben's eyes, she refused to let him get the better of her. No. He was on her turf, among her people. The one calling the shots was not going to be him. She stared into his eyes, searching for something...anything. They were nothing like Jacob's, so full of passion and life. Ben's were full of something else entirely. And she didn't like what she saw. With a cool shake of her head, red tendrils swishing about her face, Aleena could still taste the wine on her tongue. The fragrant notes of vanilla and citrus lingering in her mouth as she eyed the abhorrent man and desperately coveted the secrets she knew he held. If only that bastard would make this easy! But he wouldn't. His eyes said as much. Fucking asshole! She watched him set his glass down, her green eyes unblinking. Just then there was a slight shift in the air and a breeze wafted in, gently caressing her skin. Aleena caught the look from the man standing the archway, the ache she felt inside growing more and more. She bit down on her lip and suddenly found herself face to face with... Jacob? Aleena whispered, trying not to sound too stunned. She glanced at Ben, the ass knew what he was doing. He was proving a point. She'd gotten in over her head. Her eyes looked back to Jacob and then past him at the man at the door. The brute took a step forward, his lips splitting into a vicious grin causing her heart to race, her breath to quicken. Suddenly, the man from the shadows stepped forward, his hands coming up, his face still concealed. He rained bullets into the room causing patrons to scream, to run! It was a mess...a riot of bodies as they rushed to get away. But they weren't the target, his sights set on something else...someone else. Glass shattered as the bullets rushed through the room. Aleena covered her ears and let out a shrill scream. She turned toward Jacob, her green eyes meeting his when suddenly she felt the impact. I... Aleena stammered, her body feeling like it had been run over by a truck. Slumping in her seat, her body crumpled and slid to the floor beneath the glass table. From the doorway the large man stomped forward and threw off his trenchcoat. In his hands he held a flamethrower. Laughing, he began to create large flames like some devil demon. The man in the shadows just nodded, his reign of terror just beginning in Lady Lucy's.
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

Ben was opening his mouth to say a little more when a riot fo sound and fury filled the air. Gunshots. Gods, what the hell was going on here? He watched Aleena crumle, and flipped the table up, putting it between him and the shooter, his hand already ripping the pistol from the holster. He saw Jacob beginning to move as though to rush to either his side or Aleena's. Ben wasn't having that. he kicked the chair he'd vacated into the door. The heavy glass swung closed, clicking as it slammed home. He closed his eyes. Okay. So he'd saved his brother. But pinned himself down in here. Looking over the table as a few rounds chewed into the wood, he noted the other man. Ben's eyes went wide. Flamethrower? Was the man out of his mind? As flames licked intot he room, he got his answer. The temperature was spiking into drastically uncomfortable ranges, and Ben dropped out of cover to fire his weapon. Two rounds hit the wooden wall beside the fire-bug, while the third his the hose connecting the weapon to it's fuel. Insane or not, the man knew he was in trouble, adn hit a release on the harness keeping the tanks on his back. He tossed them inot the room, fuel spraying wildly, and Ben crouched back. he felt a bullet break through the table, and rip into his arm. He swore, right before a concussive whump filled the air, shoving him back, the table flying clear. A curtain of liquid fire dropped onto him. Jacob stagger back as the door swung shut, cutting him off. When he saw Aleena going down, and Ben firing at the other men, he grabbed a chair and swung it at the glass with all his strength. The chair came apart against the thick glass, defeated uttery by the inches of hard material. Jacob wrenched on the door, trying to get it open as he saw Ben go down under the flames that now filled the room. Ben rolled, trying to get some reprieve, but the floor around him burned as well as he did. He rolled up to the glass, his hands pressed to the glass, staring at Jacob through it. Ben! Ben, Gods no! Jacob hammered his fists into the glass, while Ben just stared. No sound came from Ben now, his nerves too far gone to really feel what was happening to him anymore. Jacob hammered intot he glass again, desperation and raw emotion in his actions, grabbing another chair, and hammering it home, only to have the same results. Ben put his hand to the glass, fingers crooked into a shape. Jacob, eyes pouring tears, came close to it to look. Ben managed to shift his hand again, showing a differnt sign. Then he slouched back, dead or unconcious, it didn't matter now. Jacob left his hands against the glass, his own palm crisping from the heat. he let himself fall back, turning around only to see three more men looking at him, weapons pointed. Jacob didn't move, he only waited. There was a balst of thunder, the swift feeling of a few impacts, then he felt a wave of darkenss envelop him.
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

Heat...thunder...the pain was unbearable. Each breath hurt, like needles pricking flesh over and over again. Laughter rang outshrill and highbouncing off the walls as the sound of glass exploded everywhere. Red...oozinga puddle on the floor, scorching with golden fire. Sweat dripped over skin as it melted on bone turning it to ash... Ahhh!!! she screamed, sitting upright in her bed, hands gripping the blankets too tightly as they twisted about her petite body. Lucinda Boyd whimpered in the darkness, her teeth chattering as her skin glistened with sweat. She'd had the dream again. For the past two days it had been the same. Fire...bullets...glass... It was unnerving and made her stomach clench. Every image was more than vivid. And the horrors...the first time she'd woken from the dreams, she'd gotten sick. Lucy sat there on her bed, a hand moving through her flaming curls. Oh god...she could see his face plain as daythose eyes, that mouth. She shivered, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. Just why was she having these nightmares? What did they mean? Lucy turned toward her nightstand, a picture resting against the old wood etched with the marks of time and wear. She frowned and reached for it, a porcelain pale arm donning a tattooa delicate vine of morning gloriesmoving over a small clock to get at it. Letting out a soft sigh, she pursed her lips and stared at the picture. It was of herself and her sister...the two girls totally identical, though it was clear who was who. Lucy with her tattoos and relaxed demeanor, her red curls wild and free much like her personality. And then there was her sisterperfectly coiffed and finely dressed. But the two had always been close. Until... Lucy closed her eyes, remembering back to the days when she and her twin had been almost inseparable. But their father had changed that, driving a wedge between them until they barely talked any longer. Sure, they celebrated their birthday together. It was hard not to. But the nightly conversations, the sharing of secrets...those had become something of the past, something long forgotten. She sniffled, realizing she didn't even know who her sister's boyfriend even was. Nothing. She knew nothing anymore. And it had been ages since she'd heard word from anyone in her family, even her father. Not that she minded that. Her father was a cold-hearted bastard. With a frown, Lucy set the picture back on her nightstand, her thoughts going back to her dream. She managed to extract herself from the sheets and walked over to her window, pushing it up and looking out into the night. The moon shone brightly overhead, the silvery rays causing her green eyes to glitter in its soft light. She looked like an ethereal being, moonbeam and shadow dancing over her body draped in a thin white strappy nightgown. Resting her hands on the windowsill, she took in a deep breath. Her thoughts lingered on the face she saw in her dreams. Who was he? Lucy's heart suddenly sped up. And why did she feel this pull?
Thread: The Crow: Unforeseen Duet (Alvis Alendran & darkangel76)

Jacob stared at her, taking in every aspect of her face. There was a very sutle difference to her, not in the physical, but there was a kind of...vulnerability, though that could have been caused by recent events. But she didn't have the same poise, the same stance that Aleena had possessed, the same kind of self-assurance. He wasn't sure if it was a bad thing. But the more he looked, the more he saw, the more she both reminded him and didn't remind him of his lost Aleena. But a sister? No. No, you can't be, there wasn't a sister, she never said anything about a sister. No, he did, a few weeks in, did the digging, came across the picture, saw it. Made the jokes, yes, there was ... is a sister. Lucy. Like the place. Where...like the place it happened. Jacob was still staring at her, rambling, whatever thoughts came to his mind, no sense to them, no proper order. He shook his head to clear it, a small snse of what he had done, adn where he was, and what the proper thing to do was. He looked at Lucy again, his eyes half lidded and all but brimming with despair. Are you okay? No, that's stupid to ask, of course you're not. Are you hurt? He asked her. he didn't pay attention, didn't notice, when the crow fluttered down from the lamp post and landed lightly on his shoulder, not acknowledging it even when it cgave a call to the sky, and fixed an eye on Lucy directly. Jacob closed his eyes a moment to collect himself, only to find he was stil seeing her. His hand came up to gently stroke the side fo the Crow. The bird gave a low fluttering sound, seeming pleased at the contact.