Anarchy Rising: A City of Nightmares IC

[Leiv]

Anarchy Rising: A City of Nightmares

Under further construction

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Starting location
Church
Treasure Island and saint Michaels cathedral. Your mission is to find a book labeled a microcasam of demonology from the fallen Cathedral of St Michael. It is a small handwritten leather bound journal located somewhere within the cultist and demon plagued church.
Refugees
You can start anywhere but be careful night, brings the fog and if you get caught in the fog…well don’t get caught in the fogg.
Warlock coven
On your way to the golden gate bridge to study the magic behind the fogg.
Serpent coven
You don’t like Warlock coven do something about it.
Packs
Your on your way to the Golden Gate bridge and park to handle the damage done by the previous night of fogg.

Time and Weather
It is currently 6am January 3rd. Dark rain clouds hang over the city and a downpour of freezing rain is pouring forth.

[Leiv]

Gabriel pulled the black pea coat up and readjusted his scarf against the chilling breeze sweeping in off the San Franciscan air. The cold didn’t really bother him but an existence spanning centuries has made him appreciate the creature comforts that this world could provide. His breath hung in a grey mist before him as he walked his way up Telegraph hill to Coit tower. Unlike several of his brothers he didn’t posses any gifts of…speedier travel and was forced to trudge his way up the hill like a common human.
He noticed some rustling in the bushes to his right but gave it little more attention than watching a leaf dance its way down a deserted street. It was probably some nameless monster, some obscure creature from some cultures lore which was little more than a rare beast which had broken forth with the past storm, that or a cat. Either way Gabriel was unconcerned it posed no threat to him, and the likely hood that whatever it was would bother him was slim at best. Animals tended to have a supernatural sense of what being they should and shouldn’t trifle with.
He came upon the heavy metal door and with a casual shove let himself in, it wasn’t locked there was no need to lock it. The monsters which were plaguing the area were sufficient to keep prying eyes away from his base of operations. And if that wasn’t enough the mist plaguing the city, and his towers inhabitants would aid in making sure no onlookers would live long enough to become informants.
The murals which used to be bright had fallen into disrepair, fading and torn as they remain plastered to the melancholy walls. With a casual raise of the eyebrows at who met him at the bottom of the stairs he made his way up to his audience, up to his gallery of rogues.

[hellkith]

Looking at the sky Aether noticed it wouldnt be long until it was day. He decided to find a place to hide for the day so he can continue towards the Golden Gate Bridge. But as he neared an abadoned building he saw multiple creatures inside. 'Finally... some food' Aether thought as he enclosed on them.
The closer he got, the more he noticed that they were simple zombies in a small pack of 3.
'damn thats the second day of no food' he thought as he ran at the group and killed one of them using a shadowbolt and the othes by snapping their necks with a lighting quick move with his hands.
As he walked through the building searches for a place where the light couldnt reach him, he found a room in the middle of it with a bed and no windows.
'perfect for the night.' Aether lied down in the bed and quickly fell asleep.

[GarroWaruka-San]

How long had it been since he slept last? A day? Maybe two? It couldn't be longer than that...could it? Time seemed to move in odd ways when he went too long without his dose of meds. The confusion always set in first. It was like stepping into a dream without knowing it. Things would fade and memories would blend together.

Who is he? It's supposed to be "I" isn't it. I am Jon there is no "he." There's nobody else here. Right? "Think Jon-FOCUS. How did you get here!" He heard the voice in his head. Was it his own voice though? Or was someone in the room with him... "When's the last time you woke up. What's the last thing you ate." It was happening again.

There was no fighting it. Whenever Jon ran dry on his meds, confusion would roll over him like a choking fog. Now all he could do is wait for Tucker to show up. Jon actually hadn't seen him in a while, but he knew he'd show up sooner or later. Or was he already here? Yea- over in the darkness, skulking like a rat. "I see you...Yeah! I see you over there Tucker! No need to hide. Come warm yourself by the fire..." Jon wasn't sure if he'd actually spoken aloud but he must have. How else woud Tuck have heard him? The dark figure at the far end of the room slowly made his way over but stopped just outside the light of of the fire.

"Whats th'matter Jon? Arn't ye happy t'see yer ol' pal Tuck!? You look upset."

"I need water. Don't you understand!? Clean water too- I can't stomach any more of this irradiated shit." Jon grimaced, as he threw the empty bottle clattering across the cement. "...I'm not gonna make it all the way to El Rosa without water..." He paused for a long moment, listening to the subtle sounds of the creaking plaster and shifting beams above him. "Wait...I'm getting confused again, aren't I? I need more medicine...don't I."

"You never needed any to begin with, Jonny- that stuff always makes ye cranky anyhow. It clouds up y're head. No good for when yer traveling the way you are."

"You're what's clouding me up, Tucker. Whenever you come around I always get confused. I can't focus." Heavy chains clattered and scratched at the cement floor as Tuck shuffled around irritably just outside the flickering light of a small fire.

"Oh- Jonny. Now that's not true one bit, and y'know it. How many times have I saved yer hide, hm!? A dozen at least. And you couldn't save me but once now could yuh?!"

"Are you still on about that? I said I was sorry Tuck. Mistakes happen! And you knew as well as I did that our chances of getting out of there in one piece were slim to none." Jon shifted slightly in his make-shift bed on the floor, turning away from Tuck. "Now please just leave me alone. I need some rest, it's too hard enough to focus without you hounding at me." Tuck's chains clattered again as he impatiently crossed the room and finally burst into the dim orange light.

"Fecken' Christ Jonny! You leave me t'die and all's y'can say is 'Sorry, I gotta sleep'!? Bleed'n Mary! Ye make me skin boil with how thankless ye can be sometimes."

"Tuck. You're dead! I know that you're not really here. I know that I'm just imagining you. I need my Medicine and you need to stop bothering me. Why don't you act like any normal dead thing and...cross over- or whatever it is you do." At that, Tuck made a low grumbling as he took seat across the fire from him, warming his skeletal hands above the flames. Jon could clearly make out sinews of muscles and lappings of white bone sticking out from his exposed arms and face ."You're getting worse Tuck." He finally said. "I'm getting worse." Tuck stared back at him for a moment but his expression was hard to read. His lipless face and exposed jaw seemed to carve a permanent skeletal grin across his features, but his eyes still held that fiery Irish glint that they had before he died.

"I'm sorry for shout'n on yuh Jonny. I just wish you'd stop trying to get rid of me. I'm here to help ye along out here in this dreadful world. Besides, tell me what's wrong with a little companionship. Even if it is from a corps" Jon was too tired to argue and he hoped that a little sleep would take some of the confusion away. Hopefully Tuck would be gone when he next he woke. He needed to get a move on.

[the darkest anime fan]

Stein's figure was still difficult to make out in the barley visible light that came from the hint of dawn. His black coat ruffled slightly during more powerful breezes, due to its composition. He had yet to put on his glasses, as there was no need at night, and so his narrowed orange-red eyes could be seen more easily should they reflect light in the dwindling darkness. Stein had finished checking his condition, and that of his equipment, it had been a busy night after all. He chuckled to himself and looked up at his companions. "Four of the team, dead after the first night... nature truly does root out the weak." Looking into the eyes of Jonathan and Payne, he saw no weakness there. Good, it was best to have more reassuring allies still alive when death danced around you. "How are you on ammunition Payne?" Stein asked, turning towards the soldier of their Vatican insertion group. Stein carried ample ammunition, more to remove the need to resupply himself but it was best they all had enough when the situation warranted it. He flicked his eyes toward Jonathan. He had already given him all the ammunition he could with him before they even came here.
Stein's gaze wandered towards the church looming in the distance. Their target was supposedly in that structure, but he himself had gathered no information on it before the assignment came down. He shrugged, not much he could do about it now. A smile did finally come to his face, a frightening sight to be sure, as he thought about the challenge to come. "How much death can I render as the sun graces us..?" He murmured to himself with a slight laugh.

[Payne]

That man really does have no respect for the dead... A mist swirled out of Payne's nose before reforming into a girlish figure beside him. Glad to see you're still with me. I wondered for a minute when you disappeared. Payne gave Stein a weak smile and motioned towards the building. "I'm good on ammo, but I'm not particularly fond of close quarters. The best targets are ones you can see coming from a mile away." Or from two miles away, right Alex? Oh wait, that shot was never confirmed. That's because it was a covert operation. The girl giggled, but moved towards the church that rose three stories in front of them. Of course it was. What operation did the two of us ever take that wasn't? Such is the price you pay for being the best at what you do. Yes, I'm sure...

Payne had looked the building over from blueprints in the Vatican library before they had left HQ, and he now tried to map out the best course to get them to where they needed to go. "If I may make a suggestion, there should be a secondary access door just off of the pavement." He pointed towards an old fountain a few steps away. It no longer drew water, instead appearing as a grotesque remnant of what once was. "That way, I'd say it's just before the tree line, and it's a direct path into the church's mortuary. From there, we can make our way up to the library, which is on the second floor." On top of things as usual I see, but then, you always did prefer to be on top. Stow it... Natasha laughed again, but made no further comments.

[Irongiulio]

What a gloomy night. Many had died, and if the situation inside the Cathedral had been just half as rough as the one outside, it was unlikely many of the powerless Refugees had survived. The hand-picked team the New Heaven Citadel sent there had suffered heavy losses; four of those hardened soldiers had died, or at least they were unable to proceed. Jonathan, too, was unable to tell what had actually transpired. He had joined them as a back up from the Citadel, and he had passed out shortly after the battle had begun. As always when Turel would take over, he had no recollection of the fight. His many bruises told him he had not been idle, though.

Now there were three of them: him, Stein and Payne. All in all, it was a good team; Payne was a long range soldier, Jonathan himself was a middle range who could wark in close quarters as well, and Stein... well, who could really tell? The little arsenal he carried around covered both melee and ranged areas, and he had shown his love for explosive. He was definitely a 'special' explosive expert, though a good asset for their team. Definitely not a good asset to look your back, given his rather unstable personality. Oh well, Jonathan had no right to biase him, given his own multiple personality issues.

"Well and so," he said in the end. "Let's not forget about our goal, okay? We are to find a book, and that's it. If we come across humans in need of help, we'll assist them, but keep the target in your mind. Unless one of us is able to go back to the Citadel with the Microcosm of Demonology our mission will be a failure, and should we survive, we'll just hope to have died in the process."

He took a quick glance at the fountain Payne had pointed to, and cursed once more the bad timing. He had been outside the Citadel on a mission, and had not participated to any briefings. He quickly put back his mask to hide his face, and set the goggles to 'Blood Pressure Vision'. If any non human creature had shown up, he would recognise it.

"Lead the way, Brother," he said to Payne. "Stein will be in the front, and I'll be the rear guard."

Not a good fellow to cover your back, he had thought earlier. Suddenly, Jonathan was hunted by another thought. To have Stein first, would mean they'd run the risk of have him destroy every moving thing in his sight. Well and so, it was not a covert operation after all.

"Let's go. Set your comunicators on my frequence, in case we get separated. And remember the goal."

[Leiv]

OOC: Red writing will be for Exorcists on treasure island in the Saint Micheal's arc.

St Michaels was quiet, a deathly silence which seemed to drink in the noise around it as the intimidating gothic sculpture jutted from the ruins and broken trees around it. The building was new gothic, a large cross shaped cathedral which had attempted to capture the divine spirit and pacifist sentiments which had existed in the early stages of the wars. The Gargoyles were artfully crafted angles whose white robes and golden trumpets seemed to glimmer with light as the chilling rain picked up as it swept off the bay. It was a grey morning, the heavy dark clouds crushing down on the world beneath, behemoths falling from the sky.



The eyes watched the remaining sinners as they crept their way up towards their house of god. Sinners at to be sacrificed, sacrificed to the purifiers for it was them who would purge this world of the evil which drenched the land. Yes the sinners were coming and the eyes watched.

[susa_24]

Elle had walked around the piers all night, knowing she probably wouldn't find a human stupid enough to venture inside the Warlocks's territory. All of those dumb enough not to know better had been killed off a while ago, very few careless humans remained and it was getting harder to only kill off those. She always targeted those who did not deserve to live, it was too easy to kill anything, it felt... Unfair, to end a life when it still had so much time to live.
Besides, it's fun when the smart ones try and kill me She thought, knowing this was another reason why she only ate when she was truly hungry or the aftermaths of her spells were too much to take.

The blonde vampire had walked back and forth on a pier she found uninhabited. Normally some vampires would walk, around their refuge while waiting for further instructions, as she did. Even though she was old and should have learnt the art of patience, Elle had never been able to just sit still. With William by her side, she’d always had something to do. That had been before though.

With nothing to do, she had stared at the incoming fog until it was close enough to hear it calling out. “We still know nothing about it…” The girl muttered before turning her back on the fog and going back to the small apartment where she kept her things and slept.
The apartment itself was huge, but she only used one room with a small bed, a closet, a table and a chair. She had chosen this specific room because the window looked out to the center of San Francisco, but with the rest of the rooms she had a panoramic view of her surroundings, - a useful thing to have when your enemies come from all sides. –
Elle unfastened the straps that kept her dagger and handgun strapped to either thigh and put them on the table. She had no idea what the fog could do, but the girl had lived long enough to know a threat when it’s lurking close enough to feel it chilling her bones. No, she would not sleep until she was fairly sure no fog could seep into her room while she was sleeping. Throughout the last day and night she had found planks, nails and anything that could work against fog. This is why she had a disturbing amount of pillows piled up in the kitchen.

“Let’s get to work then” The blonde had recently acquired batteries for her MP3 player and decided this was the time to use it. She clipped the radio every vampire –and human and probably lycan- kept to communicate with the rest to her belt and shoved one ear bud inside her ear unceremoniously. She bumped the volume the highest she could and began working, shoving the small music player in her back pocket. Basically she wanted to hammer planks to cover all her windows and stuff cotton into any gap she could find where the fog could seep in.

The vampire chuckled as she recognized the intro of the song, and sang loudly while hammering down the planks.
"Our love had been so strong for far too long,
I was weak with fear that
Something would go wrong,
Before the possibilities came true,
I took all possibility from you
Almost laughed myself to tears,
Conjuring her deepest fears."

No, it wasn’t so bad after all; she rather enjoyed working with her hands and had discovered she was handy with tools after fifty years of living in makeshift tents. The girl took special care not to get carried away, lest she hammer down on a plank hard enough to break it. Not caring about smashed fingers, she worked fast and did not stop until all the windows were covered with neatly hammered planks. Before going back to stuffing all the holes with cotton, Elle sat down on her bed with a bottle of blood –she always saved as much blood as she could, even though she loathed the taste- and drank from it with a wrinkled nose.
The girl turned off the music player and stared out the window before checking the time. “Six a.m. Damn, I spent all night hammering” She mumbled, gulping down more of the bottled blood. There was something missing… Something she had forgotten.
“Oh shoot!” Elle cried out, bouncing up on the bed and strapping her weapons to her thighs hastily. “Mission, right” She mumbled, flinging her Steyr AUG A3 on her back and running out the door quickly. “Late, I’m late!” Remembering it was actually daytime, the blonde turned back on her heels and went back inside her room, shoving a woolen hat on her head and smearing sun block on her face. Today, she’d decided to wear a black turtle neck pullover instead of her normal sleeveless shirt mainly because the less exposed her skin was, the better.

She went out one more time and thanked San Francisco once more for being so cloudy. Even though it was not there, she could feel the sun burning her skin lightly, but the rain soothed the ivory skin as much as the sun burnt it. The perfect combination. Elle thought as she wondered what road to take. The fastest one was going between the Catholic Citadel and the refugees, and since she was late she’d have to go that way. “Maybe I’ll find someone to eat” The girl mumbled as she ran across both human refuges, sticking to the shadows and very aware of any telltale signs of another being walking near her.

[Lord Irvine]

Alex woke up to a slowly turning cieling fan. He got up and rubbed his temple. "Hhhu, I drank too much last night." He got up and got in the shower. Afterward he got dressed in his usual clothes and stepped out. "Captain Bernadotte!" He turned to see one of his men standing outside. "Yo!" He gave the man a wave as he walked on. He grabbed breakfast at the local cafe, watching the small news program the community had going. In order to see it, you had to be linked too it, and every building in the community was linked. This way they didn't have to produce a signal, and end up a beacon to some of the dangerous things that waited out in the world. Of course, it wasn't like the news was anything big. It was really only talking about the expansion that was being planned to extend the borders of the community. The people here were thriving, and soon would need extra space to live. He sighed and leaned back on the stool at the bar. "Ahh, that thing's going to take a couple of years to get it even cleaned out, then moving in will take at least another year." He downed his hangover remedy and got up. Today he had an expiditionary patrol with a squad of men. Looking for more things the community could use. Not that they were running low on anything, it just didn't hurt to see what else was out there that they could find a use for. New things were especially wanted. He left the cafe and headed across town to the northern gate. He stopped by the armory in the center of town and chose his expidition gear. He then proceeded to the main gate, where his men waited. "Alright boys, we'll be out for several days. I hope you packed your lunches, because you might get hungry and there won't be any good cafes out there." One of the men raised his hand. "What is this, grade school? Say what you want to say." "Sorry sir, but what if we find another community or some survivors while we're out?" Alex shook his head. "You new? Survivors will have to come with us till we can get back. A community, that's a different matter. And one you won't have to worry about." He turned as the gates started opening. "That's because it's my job at that point." The gates finished opening and they stepped out. The thirteen of them waited until the gates had closed before moving out.