(KP: Haywire) Man and Machine

((OOC: Continued from Force.))

Still sprawled out somewhat uncomfortably upon the concrete stairs of the KP building Hull’s deranged mind was, as usual, split between a variety of disconnected topics ranging from the practicality of a soda bottle as a makeshift silencer for a rifle, to the current economic pressures influencing the culture of Somalia... and somewhere within the mangled weaved of ratiocination a mental checklist was currently being compiled as the Canadian killers survival instincts came into play; swiftly taking stock of the latest accumulation of injuries sustained from the white haired woman’s ill conceived shooting spree. In some respects the twisted anarchist counted himself fortunate that his little dove was clearly inept when it came to inflicting violence upon others for had she wanted to Hull’s skull would have made a most convenient target, things being what they were though the slender sylph had only managed to score two hits, and of those only one had achieved any real damage. The slug in question currently lodged in the macabre wanderers shoulder, nestled somewhere between bone and muscle the minute piece of metal made moving his left arm a rather painful chore and thus it had simply been left where sinister wanderer had last placed it… down the brunettes generous cleavage.

‘Odd, I’d taken for an A but she clearly rates a C’ The thought sailed idly through the killers mind as he tested the injured arms range of movement as well as the dexterity of his fingers; being confined as they were between the faux maids ample assets it was somewhat inevitable that the bombers flexing digits came to grasp with things as some might say. Sadly however before any in depth “testing” could take place the anarchists various trains of thought were rather rudely interrupted.

“Bastard!”[/color]

No doubt triggered by the malicious travelers untimely molestation the stripped brunette violently reached one of her own limbs upwards to forcefully remove Hull’s questing hand from her bust. As this was occurring the hazel haired girl’s other arm over the sadistic slaughters mockingly innocent face and a series of needle point claws abruptly extended from the pseudo waitresses fingers and swiftly swept downwards with the intent of mauling the malevolent marauder. As luck would have it though Hull’s right arm was unencumbered and thus it took only the barest of moments for the deranged Canadians free hand to curl instinctively as argent fingers glowed faintly and summoned a metallic canister with dimensions similar to that of a fire extinguisher. The aforementioned container however possessed not C02 but rather a generous supply of thallium which Hull had acquired upstairs.

Such a move was, admittedly something of a gamble, for should the decorticated females claws happen to pierce the canisters casing then they would both be sprayed with an ample dosage of the deadly toxin. Fortuitously for both mutants however the container had been crafted with durability in mind and the bonemancers nails failed to find any purchase on the metallic surface and simply slipped off to the side, leaving behind only the faintest scratch in the otherwise immaculate metal.

Upon finally removing Hull’s hand from between her ivory breasts the faux maid abruptly swiftly gave up her attempts to maim the perverted traveler beneath her in favor of regaining her own two feet and placing as much distance between as was possible within the limited area of the stairwell. As his eyesight was somewhat limited by the toxic container in front of his face the first the sadistic anarchist became aware of the brunettes reactions was when her weight was abruptly lifted from his body and he lowered the metallic cylinder to see what had occurred;
The moment the wanderers viridian eyes caught site of disrobed girl though their gaze immediately traveled southward; following the trail of bare flesh from the torso, down to the hips and then the junction of the thighs, which was utterly glabrous, just as a sheet of white rose up seemingly through the skin and blocked the travelers view.

‘Worst preview ever. If she asks for a credit card I will not be held responsible for my actions… not that I ever am but that’s beside the point! Such teasing is unacceptable unless its use leads to a more profitable…’

Blinking briefly Hull allowed his gaze to lose focus slightly and withdraw from the apex of the girl’s thighs in order to take in overall picture she presented; now bare from top to toe the brunettes pale ivory skin possessed only the slightest tint of pink and was concealed from view in only two places. The first was her bust which was ensconced by a thin strip of bone which wrapped around the center of the two mounds and appeared to be an extension of the ribs. However the breast plate seemed to have constricted somewhat; becoming narrower than it was originally so that the swell of the breasts was visible both above and below while also granting her an even greater expanse of cleavage. The second piece of unnatural attire was situated in the girl’s pelvic region and really was nothing more than a thong for it surfacing as a single layer just above the pubic bone and traveled down between the bonemancer thighs, becoming increasingly narrower as it traveled out of sight lest it hinder her range of motion.

The completed picture was actually rather striking, for at first glance the brunettes osseous lingerie blended seamlessly with her ivory skin, making it appear as though the pseudo maid was truly exposed. A more thorough examination of course would reveal that the girl’s essential areas were in fact concealed, if only barely. However in regards to the malicious machination rapidly racing through Hull’s twisted mindscape the initial impression was all that mattered and in less time than it took to blink the sinister traveler had vanished the toxic canister in his right hand and immediately replaced it with a somewhat bulky disposable digital camera. Activating the electronic imaging device took nothing more than the push of a button and utilizing the digital film was just as easy, thus the malevolent marauder was able to create a myriad of images which captured the disrobed and somewhat flushed bonemancer with her legs slightly more than shoulder width apart and arms by her sides as her chest heaved with each prolonged breath.

“Could you turn-“

The former soldiers words were immediately drowned as the equivalent of a howling hurricane surged into being within the already warped and decimated stairwell. ‘No…’The entire structure seemed to tremble and shift as the violent winds combined with unnatural magnetic forces above and Hull swiftly twisted his neck to glare down at the alabaster sylph, hardly noting her lack of skirt as he caught site of the fearful yet focused expression on her features as the winds rapidly increased in intensity. ‘No no no.’

“Fuck!’ The explicit curse left the wounded murderers lips as he cast out his injured arm and grasped hold of a nearby railing to prevent himself from soaring upwards for the second time in so many seconds. Even with such desperate measure however Hull found his body swiftly removed from the quivering stairs and was momentarily left fluttering like a desolate kite as his damaged arm gradually lost its grip upon the warped railing. Unwilling to go quietly however Canadian bomber resolved to leave one last parting gesture, thus the silver fingers of his right hand clutched tightly to camera in its grasp and, faster than the human eye could follow, the disposable device had been replaced with a sleek obsidian Glock 22which the former soldier had acquired from one NYPD’s finest a few short days ago.

Barely taking the time to aim the malicious murderer allowed his ingrained muscle memory to take control, instinctively swinging up and around to face the aggravating aeromancer just before his forefinger rapidly depressed the trigger causing a cacophony ear piercing gunshots to once more echo within the metallic confines of the stairwell. Irritatingly however the alabaster sylph failed to immediately keel over as the array of bullets somehow managed to avoid her slender wraiths form and merely ricocheted against the walls, prompting another string of curses from the sadistic slaughter as his grip abruptly gave way and the unnatural winds propelled him across the stairwells, into the bikini sporting brunette and out one of the oversized windows which overlooked the entrance to the building.

The sensation of freefall did not last long, they had only been on the third floor or so of the building and thus only had maybe thirty feet between themselves and the earth, under normal circumstances such a distance would have been sufficient for the two airborne mutants to reach their terminal velocity and thus cause a fatal collision with the ground below. In this world however normality rarely has a place; the same alien winds which had expelled the dissolute duo from the stairwell surrounded them during their descent, granting a slight updraft which slowed the fall and brought it to none lethal speeds… at least until they were approximately 10ft from the earth; at which point the surging currents abruptly dissipated and the pair were brought back under gravities sovereignty and crashed, not into the earth as Hull would have originally assumed, but instead atop the comatose form a rather large individual.

Not one to argue with such a beneficial situation the former soldier blinked and wearily attempted to recall precisely what was occurring, oddly however his typically immaculate memory failed to provide him with the desired information and so the disoriented wanderer was left at something of a loss as he hesitantly placed his hands beneath him pushed himself upwards into a sitting position. This action was paused almost immediately however as the deranged travelers fingers found purchase on soft yielding flesh which immediately caused viridian eyes to glance down at the stunned, and utterly naked, female figure beneath him.

‘Well this is different.’

Feeling absolutely no sense of malapropos the confused traveler made no motion to remove either of his hands from atop the unknown woman’s capacious breasts as he slowly resumed his previously activity and pushed himself upwards until he was straddling the brunettes thighs and granted an unimpaired view of her exposed form. The moment he lifted his hands from her ample assets however an abrupt wave of vertigo struck the malevolent traveler and he immediately lost his balance and slid off the nubile young woman beneath him and onto the somewhat bloody floor surrounding the comatose giant.

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“Did I just see that?”[/color]

“Yes, yes you did.”[/color]

“Please tell me you caught it on camera?”[/color]

“Heh, I’m still recording.[/color]

Inside a partially renovated building situated across the street from King Pharmaceutical a city news crews had taken up temporary residence on one of the higher levels in order to obtain footage of the mutant brawl taking place inside the medical companies grounds. Many of the crews peers had fled when the inebriated juggernaut had started catapulting cadavers at helicopters, however being as they were reasonably sheltered within the moderately restored building the male reporting team had elected to remain where they were and continue recording the action in hopes of receiving achieving a bonus by the end of the night. Imagine their surprise then when, shortly after the first body had fallen from the upper floors of KP another two quickly followed from a lower level. Oddly however the second pair seemed to be falling rather slower than was normal and as the camera man pointed commented on this fact and zoomed in on the strange duo they all became aware of the brunette females state of undress.

“You realize we’re gonna get fired if the boss see’s this tape?”[/color]

“You realize how much money we could make selling this online?[/color]

"...keep filming."[/color]

In the time it had taken Kaz to move away from Slate and dispatch the second four-man SWAT team, which he had kindly not killed though they'd be waking up with huge headaches, KP seemed to erupt into chaos. The building had began to implode, no, not implode, seemed to be ripped apart from the inside. His distraction as he saw Sam fall from on high, realized it was Lori tearing the place apart, and noticed a third mutant who seemed to become part machine(?!) earned Kaz a graze across his left cheek that just missed taking his earlobe off.

Needless to say the man, from the third group, wasn't awake much longer as Kaz broke the man's arm and hit him in the back of the head with a controlled kick. While in the air he sent a second man flying via a shockwave aimed at his chest. As the man crashed down, he flipped over himself as his chin dug into his chest and his body used his head as a pivot. Was he dead, perhaps, perhaps not, Kaz didn't really care at the moment. He was a heartbeat away from dealing with the two still standing SWAT members when something green and familiar caught his eye for just a moment.

It was surprise that kept the two men from filling Kaz full of lead while he watched Isabel fall to the ground. He noticed two things instantly: First: She was almost completely naked except for some makeshift bony lingerie; Second: Someone who looked as if he'd been shot had his hand down her cleavage. The whole scene struck him wrong. Isabel was always covered, always. And though he hadn't really talked to her since he left the Order, he highly doubted she'd willingly let a guy do as the man was doing, especially in public.

He wasn't Order anymore, but he still considered Isabel a friend. It was that frame of mind that Kaz let loose three fist size 'shot's towards a human and the man who had landed on top of Isabel. He half turned to deal with the humans near him when he realized he didn't hear anything. Head snapping back the scene hadn't really changed. The man had taken his hand from her cleavage and fell onto the floor while Isabel had moved near the sprawled non-giant. He was confused to no end. He hadn't heard a pop, a crash, bones, grunts, yells, he hadn't heard a thing. It was as if he had never acted at all.

Kaz was shocked back to his current predicament when he felt bullets smash into his back. Thankfully he was wearing a vest, or he'd probably be in a lot of pain and extremely pissed. But as it was, it just hurt in an annoying way. He twirled and moved towards the two men and received a shot in his left thigh, not deep, not enough to slow him down or impede him, but enough that he had to concentrate to stop the bleeding. Before reaching them he had gained another graze on his right upper arm. Quick stepping behind them, he knelt and grabbed a leg of each just above the ankle and began to spin.

His intention was to spin them, quickly, to make them black out then toss them lightly to the side, but as he finished his first rotation he changed his mind. Moving forward a couple of steps he spun quickly, and yelled, "Izzy! Stay down!" In that same instant and with less than a few milliseconds of one another, launched the two SWAT members at the human and the man who hand landed on top of Isabel. The men flew straight, similar to human arrows crossed with rag dolls. The men were probably flying at least 15mph, if not 20 or 30. Isabel was not in good shape, he knew she probably harbored some negative feelings towards him still, but that didn't stop him from wanting to help her. He'd never seen her as helpless looking as he did at that moment, and it disturbed him.

((OOC: Hope it's alright if I jump in here and that things are alright. If not or I need to change anything, let me know.))

Meld was aware only of the chorusing voices, the infernal burning along her entire body and the driving need for blood. She would have her rivers of blood, the voices demanded it and she was powerless to resist. Even if it meant the destruction of those she cared about and the damnation of her soul in the process, the one small whisper of resistance was nothing compared to the torrent of demand. Refusal was not possible, it was not even considerable. What was her one tiny sliver of consciousness compared to the deafening roar of all those currently in her head, each and every one demanding blood and violence in their own ways?

Meld moved steadily forward, slowly picking up speed. In other circumstances she might have marveled at the feel of wheels beneath her and her perceptions of the road beneath her tires. She might have been fascinated by what it was like to run on gasoline and the feel of her internal combustion engine, which was now a part of her just as surely as any of her other flesh melds were a part of her. But this was not any other time and the voices would not allow her to pay attention to anything except for her insatiable lust for blood. Her eyes saw only images of red, red streams coming off of raw red bodies and pooling into deep red pools in front of her. Red spraying from mutilated corpses of her own creating, covering her arms and legs and wheels, gentling the burning in her body. Only blood could fix what was wrong with her and so blood she would have.

As Meld approached her targets, wishing desperately, with the tiniest fragment of self that remained to her, that they would run from her, run and escape her mad torturous wrath, she became aware of bodies falling out the window of the building, most of which she didn't know and only one of which she did. And even though she knew Isabel she would prefer her to be the target of her wrath than the only two she considered friends. Silently, because she was incapable of speech, she prayed that Aura and Predator would get out of the way, leaving her to bathe in the blood of strangers instead of the blood of friends. She tried to send them a look, the only control she could exert against the infernal voices. She hoped it was enough.

Ghost had sort of come out of her incorporeality with a surprised hobble-lurch. Her power had turned off, but luckily she was near the ground this time. She didn't exactly have her feet under her, but that wasn't the worst thing to happen to her so she was fine recovering. When she looked up she noticed two things. The green eyed man was near. But nearer still was the man that had shut off her power last time.

The building groaned next to them and Ghost flattened herself behind Jacen as if he were a light pole that she could hide behind. "Excuse me." She had her sticky hands on Jacen's shoulders sort of tapping at him impatiently for his attention. Her voice wasn't much louder than a whisper and that made it a bit tricky to hear over Meld screaming and the various battles taking place around them.

If she was going to get him to help, though it was now or never. She really, really didn't want to have the green eyed man see her. Hence the hiding. And the impatience. She ducked even lower as glass rained down from somewhere up above them.

"I know you might be busy, but I'm afraid the girl up there is going to bring the building down, and I'm pretty sure you can help." Ghost motioned upward toward the crackles of lightning and swirling metal. She might not have gotten along perfectly with the man last time they had met, but if he was here, surely he was trying to help the situation rather than exacerbate it.

Ghost tugged at him. They had to go before the green eyed man saw.