Rave - Le maître de Transe et de Danse

[kit]

What a strange day. A very strange day indeed. Even for the teenager standing on the sidewalk and watching the whole thing with interest, and it was obvious she didn't have a normal life, either. Her hazel eyes scanned the street, watching the giant bug-like creature tear up police cars. She seemed to smile, and a thought passed through her mind, Stupid cops deserve more pain 'n that. The girl seemed to want to join in, but there wasn't really a way for her to. Pushing a strange of deep red hair out of the way of her eyes, she watched what happened in front of her. The girl's age appeared to be around seventeen. She was relatively muscular, and besides that had scratches and bruises on various parts of her body. She was wearing a loose pair of black jeans that she had just picked up because they were comfortable. She picked a tag off the back of them. They were obviously new. She was also wearing a short sleeved gray shirt. The girl seemed uncaring towards the coldness in the air around her.

The girl went by the name of Eagle. Why Eagle? That wasn't a normal name, now, was it? Nope, it sure wasn't a normal name. That had been a name she had been given by other kids a long time ago. She got the name because of how she fought. She had agility, strength, and was silent when it came to following her 'prey'. Eagle came from a pretty 'normal' city; well, not exactly normal, but normal when it came to magic and hybrids and the like. She'd never seen anything other than a pure human living in a city. Apparently that wasn't the case for this city.

What in the name of hell is that thing? Eagle thought dully, looking at the human-sized bug. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what it was. A grotesquely oversized ant? Maybe. It seemed a lot of people around here weren't human, which would probably be scary to an average human girl, but Eagle didn't think so. She was more fascinated than anything else.

Eagle saw a girl collapse in the middle of a road. Drinkin' your troubles away don't really help in the long run, she thought to herself, Looks like girly here's gonna get a nasty surprise. Eagle didn't look like she was about to help the girl. She didn't like drunks, no. Drinking never solved anything in Eagle's eyes. In fact, Eagle had never drank all her life and she had had a pretty screwed up life. In her eyes, she was fine. Eagle almost looked forward to seeing the girl get run over. She wasn't new to see somebody hurt badly or killed. In fact, she had murdered a few people in her own lifetime -- just in a different city. Eagle didn't have a reputation here... yet. She'd need to fix that up eventually.

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[Aveilthé]

The truck beneath Rave continued to speed along
the freeway, the driver oblivious to the stowaways
on top. The dauntless raver looked up at his girl Zee.
"Do wha now? You so anxious to move on, girl. Fo'
now we just sit and wait." But just as he said this,
he allowed his head to turn sideways. "That redneck
chick is gonna get herself killed!" cried Rave, jumping
up as if his backside had just been burned.

Just as the great truck blew its horn to make the
drunken girl move, it was too late - she fell, inanimate,
thus causing Rave to dispense a ringing voice, "GIT UP!"
But knew it would do no good. Without a second glance
at Zee, Rave performed the most incredible leap into
the air. First, he ran straight forward; a twisted,
concentrated look on his dark face that he had when
he first set his motorcycle up in the air; and, as he
set foot upon the edge of the heavyweight truck, leapt
like a great leopard into the air. It seemed as if he were
once more flying - and for the first time, the driver saw
a figure, leaping off of his truck! A yell was issued from
the man, and he immediately crushed his breaks, not
knowing that Zee and the motorcycle were on top. The
poor, frightened man's truck skidded, and turned a bit,
the end hitting a nearby scarlet car attempting to pass
the car. The car was too close - it exploded in a massive
ball of flame, and the fate that beheld the driver in the
scarlet car was incinerated. Poor fellow. The driver in
the truck cursed, and began to cry. Just then the truck
stopped on the side of the road, which followed a
massive traffic jam - other drivers skidded to a halt, and
scuttled out of their cars, screaming their heads off like
bloody murder.

Unaware of these actions, Rave landed himself on a
moving vehicle. It was a deep purple, hot-looking car,
thumping with music - Rave's kind of music. The music
reverberated through the metallic purple into Rave's
heart. As he looked down, he noticed that the car was
swerving left and right - fishtailing a bit. Waving out
his arms to keep him steady, he'd look up in the distance
where that girl had fallen. He now concentrated his
eyes upon the girl, allowing the speeding purple car of 80
miles-per-hour to drive along, the confused driver
looking up at the metallic ceiling of her car every now
and then. She could have sworn she heard a loud thump,
thus causing her to fishtail a bit, but must have been
her imagination.

The girl seemed all right - at least for now, but any
moment a car that might fail to notice her would hit
her. Silly girl, lying there, drunk, in the middle of the
road. Just then, a bullet from no-where whizzed passed
Rave's head. He felt it breeze by him, at such an
incredible speed. "The hell?" he swore, turning his head.
Behind him, an officer held a loaded pistol straight at
Rave, his menacing eyes lethal. "Awe, dayam, can't you
punks ever leave?" His lip curled as he swiftly raised
a hand and took off his shades, his bright purple and
lightning-yellow eyes seeming to glow like two great
stars. Both were purple - but the pupils were yellow.

For a split second, Rave furrowed his brows and
held a fixed gaze at the cop driver - speedily tailing
him and the innocent victom below. Another officer
poked his head out of the
police car and screamed at Rave. "Stop this madness
Get off the car! Do it now!" He then pulled out
his own gun and held it at the ready. Rave did not reply.
His eyes began to sparkle yellow - and with a great
flash like the sun itself, his eyes exploded with a kind
of light that blinded the drivers around him. It was
a bright yellow light. Holding out his fingers, a wave of
warmth overcame him, thus allowing a surge of
electrical power engulf his whole body. With another
blast of light, he let a stream of electricity shoot like
an arrow straight for the police vehicle. The poor officers
had it coming. They skidded to a halt, but it was too late.
The electricity that hit the metal caused the hovering
car to explode in yet another fireball,
which happened in the blink of an eye.
What a menace. "Sorry," were Rave's words to the
deceased officers as he placed his shades coolly back
on his glowing eyes.

The moment he caused this, the driver beneath him
started to slow down, for she knew something was
indeed on top. She reached for the glovebox, opened
it with a snap, and retrieved her gun. She aimed it to
the ceiling, and fired three shots. Rave, one of whom
did not expect something like this, flew backwards in
shock. The woman inside the car gave a yell as she
saw the man, but did not care - the nerve of him, on
her car! Rave, having had enough, caught himself in
the nick of time as she screeched the brakes to a halt.
Angrilly, Rave drew back his fist and punched through
the car, and toor it cleanly off - just like that bizarre
insect creature had done. The woman screamed as she
shot at Rave, but rave dodged it just as she aimed.
Reaching down, Rave picked up the woman by the neck.
"You do not kill Rave," he growled, standing at the hood
of her car now, and dragging her until her feet dangled.
She was squeezing his arms; it looked as if Rave was
choking her with one hand. "If you do, he kills you, bitch!!"

"LET ME GO!" She screamed, kicking at him. Rave
grinned menacingly at the woman. "Look at the chaos
I've caused. I've already committed murder to a lot
of innocent victims unintentionally. But yeah... You're worthless.
I was trying to help this young girl from getting killed
anyway. How heroic I am." He then dropped the woman,
who fell onto the side of the road. Saluting her, Rave
leapt off the hood of the car and sped like a swift
animal towards the girl to see if she was all right. But
just as he did, a car was speeding along straight at
the girl. Rave ran, his legs pumping against the road
Cars that were not harmed passed by him, but pretty
soon Rave was passing the cars. With another
leopard-like leap, he shot into the air as if his legs were
springs and landed right next to the girl, just as that
one car sped towards him and the girl - but now
more than one car were heading towards him. Holding
out his hand, he'd once more concentrate upon his
energy. His hand seemed to glow a light purple. His
arm shaking, he'd grunt a bit. It was as if he was
trying to stop the cars by force.

BOOM!

Cars were now flying everywhere - more flames
were issued, and cars ran into eachother, and one
jumbo fireball shot towards the sky - Hell came before
people knew it. Chaos reigned. Bodies were flung
from cars. Rave looked up, his hand falling to his side.
"Oh my God! I didn't... Oh, shit!" With that, he grabbed
the drunk girl - not much she could do, since she was
simply unconscious - and held her lying upon his arms.
He ran just as a whole bunch more units came flying
from no where. "Gotta run, gotta run," he moaned,
tears now damp upon his face as he carried the drunk
girl across the street. Now he's got to look for Zee
and once more run, with an unconscious girl in his arms,
and the death of so many people on his mind.

"Unintentional death."

The thought of bodies being flung from cars would
scare Rave for life. He had killed people before, some
intentionally, but more were murdered on his behalf
unintentionally. This was one of those times.

[Felypsa]

Almost…there… Khalid thought as she watched her cruiser come up by the taxi. She was dimly aware of an inebriated girl passing out up ahead, but cared little for such foolery. The police car she was riding (the cops inside were somehow oblivious of the giant ant atop their car) pulled up alongside her taxi, and a cop leaned out and began shooting at the tires. Finally Khalid moved. This would be a tricky maneuver, but she couldn’t allow her driver to get shot, or the taxi to be rendered useless. She hunched down on top of the car, and stuck her head down next to the window out of which the police officer was leaning. He was flabbergasted, but regained his cool and turned his gun to her head. She didn’t allow him to do anything else. She seized him by the waist and dragged him out of the window, then released him to fall to the ground below. His body fell and rolled away from the car, and she could tell he was unconscious, if not dead. She did not allow herself to think about such deeds, however. She had more to do.

She jumped from the speeding cruiser to her cab. She landed imperfectly, nearly slipping off the top onto the road, but she managed to get a grip before that happened. As soon as she was done, she scuttled over to the passenger side. Luckily, the window she had opened originally was still open, and she was still the same size, albeit an ant. She climbed in, hoping that no one would see. As soon as she was safe within her vehicle, she transformed back into her human form, then quickly donned her clothes. Adjusting her cap, she said to the driver, “I’m not sure I have enough money to pay you for all you’ve had to put up with…”

The driver was visibly shaken, but his determination and sense of humor was not. “This ain’t about no money, Missus—this’s the most fun I’ve had in yirs. This’s what us taxi drivers live fer, anyhow—crazy chases. And ye’re quite a creature, yerself—half ant, are ye?”

“Something like that,” Khalid said absently, looking out the window. She might have said more, but at that moment they came to a screeching halt, as the truck they were following turned and braked, then hit a red car coming from the opposite way, which exploded. Khalid reacted in an instant. “Out, out, out!” she screamed at her driver, who didn’t need a second invitation, and they both practically flew out of the taxi. Other people around them were doing the same. Flaming debris landed all around them, and Khalid was half-tempted to go ant again, despite the inconvenience of clothing and the material items she would lose if she transformed. But she remained human, running with the driver over to the side of the road. “We need to get out of here!” she cried. She had lost sight of the motorcycle and the two criminals, but currently only cared about her own welfare, and that of the driver, whom she had dragged into this mess.

Suddenly she observed one of the fugitives tossing a woman onto the ground and moving quickly towards the drunken girl. Her thoughts were swift. “Where’s the nearest train station?” she demanded of her companion.

He thought for a moment, sensing the urgency in her question. “Exit 27, up yonder. Train’s bound fer Meriton. Tha’s in the ’burbs, so we’d be safe. But it’s a long ways from here on foot—”

“No matter,” said Khalid tersely. “It’ll do. Will you carry my clothes?” Without waiting for an answer, she put her cap and her trenchcoat in his hands. Then she jumped over the side of the road, out of sight from everyone else—not that anyone would pay her attention, because right as Khalid jumped, everything exploded. She yelled in surprise, but hastily stripped off her clothes and transformed into ant once more. Taking her clothing in her mandibles, she tossed them neatly to the driver, then knelt down. He stared at her confusedly for a moment, then understood and clambered onto her jointed back. She didn’t need to tell him to hold on tight.

She ran, keeping the criminal with the passed-out girl he saved in her senses, and staying alert for the other fugitive. She meant to get them all out of this chaotic place, to Exit 27, then on a train to Meriton. All this without being lost, caught, or shot. The mayhem around her was distracting, for though she could not easily see the terrors, her antennae could pick up the blood, sweat, fear, and anguish like radio signals. And she had to selfishly ignore it, all the while attempting to execute the near-impossible task of escaping.

The driver, who was known as Gage, hung onto the racing ant with dear life, making sure not to drop a single article of Khalid’s clothing. He squeezed his eyes shut, because the horrors taking place around him was just too much—he wondered why this had to take place. But such musings fled his mind, as he, like Khalid, concentrated only on what needed to be done. This was much more than anything any driver he knew had ever experienced—it was exhilarating, to say the least. Oh, the stories he would tell![/color]

[khoyote]

So many deaths just because of this one stupid girls
drunkeness. What has she done. It was all her fault. Not
Rave's fault. It was a chain reaction. Had it not been her
drinking none of this would heppen yet maybe it was
suppose to happen. Maybe this is how these two were to
meet.



Monet had heard of him before but never seen him
actually. That him being Rave. Maybe she would finally see
who it was. Oh gosh. Monet didn't see the ruck zooming
right at her along with the many other cars. She caused
such a traffic jam with so many people injured or worse,
dead. Fireballs engulfed the many crashed cards with
burned and bloody bodies laying on the ground.



Monet seemed to catch random glimpses of what was
going on. It occurs quite a lot to the drunken people. One
moment she catches a glimpse of the truck rushing
towards her and the next moment she caught with those
aquamarine and pink eyes was of this man holding a
woman yelling at her. She heard a lot of what was going
on. She heard gunfire. She twitched. Yet when Monet was
being lifted up by Rave she didn't respond. She didn't
fight back. She had lost feeling in her system. her body
was overtaken by the alcohol streaming in her body. She
was actually nearing alchohol poisoning as she had
consumed over six forties, about a dozen shots of vodka,
and maybe even a couple shots of Absom, that green
elixer banned in one of the worlds (us). Then she caught
her last glimpse before fully passing out. it was of Rave's
glowing purple and yellow eyes. Oh how they will leave
an impression on her.



She laid limply in his arms as he seemed to run from the
coppers. The people were in an uproar and hysteria has
taken a hold of the raver street. What has she done.

[Relairah]

She didn't want to wait, waiting was so suspensful, not
knowing what would happen next, wondering if you'd
come out of this alive or dead, wondering about the
others around you and how they'd react or turn
out...but at the same time, it would suit her, for she
found that at times, suspense can be rather thrilling,
and enjoyable, keeping one on edge, always alert, on
the brink of doing something, yet not yet having the
chance to do it. She sighed softly, and half jumped
when he shouted, jerking her gaze around and half
leaping to her feet. It was then she took note to Monet,
for she really hadn't been paying all that much
attention to the scene about her.

Eyes widened and she then stood swiftly to her full
height, opening her mouth to shout something but no
sound emitting from her lips. Instead she ran easily
toward the edge of the truck, her mind not even
thinking about it, watching as Rave made his mad leap
down below. She looked about herself, turning on her
heel and moving toward the bike. Why? She didn't
know, but as she did she suddenly was jerked off of
her feet, twisted in the air, she was sure the truck
would fly out from under her but instead, she felt
herself fall back to the metal surface, reaching out her
hands to break her fall. She landed rather awkwardly,
rolling for a moment, stopping near the edge. She
groaned, rolling back the other way slightly and moving
to get up. "What th' [grrr]," she mummbled, looking
around and wondering what had happened.

She glanced off the edge, just in time to see the truck
swirving and heading straight for a red car. "Oh shit,"
she said, leaping to her feet and dashing toward the
end of the truck, not thinking twice before leaping into
the air, seeking to get as far away from the truck as
soon as possible. She had to think swiftly, and she
pulled herself into a pose so as not to hurt herself
should she land. Suddenly, a red-orangish colored glow
surrounded her frame, she moving foward at a rappid
burst of speed, licks of fire seeming to stream behind
her as she flew through the air. She glanced behind
her, just in time to see the car exploding, and turned
her head slightly, more so as a reflex against exploding
objects. The golden band upon her arm gleamed and
reflected light, shimmering and gleaming brightly.

She continued her flight, knowing she had avoided the
explosion, but there was always debrise, flying glass,
metal shards, and different parts shooting everywhere
in far dirrections. She swirved widely, turning her
dirrection and heading back the way she'd come, her
eyes searching for Rave, and for the drunkin girl who
had fallen unconscious upon the middle of the road. Her
speed did not decrease in the least, in fact it even
seemed to grow, her form perhaps a mere fiery blur in
the air. The pressure of her rapid speed seemed to
send cars below her skidding and swirving, some even
flying.

Her sharp eyes at last spotted her friend, atop the car,
shades removed, a bit to even her own surprise, and
not long after did a bright light engulf the people before
her, she changed her dirrection to a sudden upwards
motion, slowing her pace as she ascended, yet gaze
still downwards, searching the light, before suddenly
more cars, police cars, errupted in flame. She was really
unsure of what she was doing, was she trying to help
Rave out? Or was she merely trying to keep him in her
sight? Who knew...but she soon saw Rave gripping a
female by the throat, talking angrily to her.

She turned her gaze away from Rave, searching for the
girl to whom he had been trying to save in the first
place. She looked toward where she knew the girl was
and spotted her form, still lying stupidly there in the
street. She mummbled, wondering if she should just go
downwards and get the body, but before she could
think twice Rave was there, standing above her. She
was almost certain she knew what he was trying to
do, "Damnit Rave, wha' are you doin'?!?" she nearly
shouted.

Too late it was for her to do anything, and it was
maybe better she didn't...then again maybe not. She bit
her lip, and started descending toward him, yet in an
instant, she was suddenly changed in dirrection, flying
backwards rappidly, having little control over herself at
all. She hadn't been prepared in the least for what had
happened. The fiery glow about her died, and now she
seemed to be another of the many bodies flying
through the air...except she wasn't dead, dying, or
soon to die, but while she flew through the air, she
didn't think at all.

She began to fall to the earth, she could feel herself
falling, and her eyes, having closed when she had
suddenly been thrown backwards, now opened, looking
about herself rappidly, her first instinct to break her
fall...somehow. She landed rather roughly, rolling about
for a moment in the street, bodies falling to the earth
all around her, cars doing the same, fire and flame
rising and flicking about, burning. Screams of people, oh
such chaos! But, Zee payed little attention to it all. She
came to a stop upon her back, moaning to herself. Her
brows furrowed as she put her hand up to her forhead,
and she knew it was unsafe to stay lying there for long.

She felt something upon the touch of her fingers and
drew her hand away, looking at the blood on her finger
tips. She touched her finger to her brow once more and
drew away, knowing that a cut resided upon her brow.
She was sure that that wasn't the only place upon her
with a wound, but she didn't care. She sat up, groaning
slightly as she did so, "Damnit," she muttered, looking
about herself. All she could see were flying bodies,
flying cars, all manner of things shooting about in the
air, and flames licking the area about her. No sign of
Rave. No sign of anyone she had seen before. She
hoped there wouldn't be any cops nearby right now.

She grunted slightly and using her stomach muscles
leapt to her feet, not thinking about drawing her
pistols, besides the fact she figured she didn't need to
right at this instant. She turned her body, looking about
herself, eyes searching for any sign of anyone she
knew, but with no luck. She grummbled, which
dirrection to go in? She simply began moving back the
way to which she had come, sure if she did she'd find
Rave. She was sure that she didn't need to worry
about him, sure he was okay, but she couldn't help
worrying. She raced foward swiftly on strong legs,
panting as she raced foward. She ducked every now
and then, throwing up her arm to shield her face or
other parts of her body from things flying on and
around her, but she mostly ignored them. "RAVE!" came
her loud voice as she searched for him, her boots
thudding against the pavement of the street, and she
shouted his name repeatedly.

[Wyndbain]

Dober felt the rush of air that nearly toppled his bike as the car flew by. His tires squealed and marked the pavement as he ground to a hault along side the roadway. A radio crackled to life in his ears, it being wired into his helmet for easy, hidden responses while driving. He was a cop after all, he had to set good examples.

"We've lost contact with several units...Dober what the hell's going on out there!?" Dober was only half paying attention while he was working to open a latch along the side of his motorcycle. As it clicked open he pulled out several objects of which he began to fiddle with, all the while taking note that the large insect had made an escape while he was busing dodging the police car it had thrown at him. "I don't know myself, but what I can tell you is that all hell's broken loose, and we need a load of backup down here pronto."

"You? Asking for backup...must be serious. Alright then, we'll be sending over all available units to your current location and follow on from there." The object in Dober's padded hands clicked together with a loud, "chink!" "Copy that, over."

His ears folded into his helmet as the sudden heat and eruption of noise announced the rather large explosion that had taken place. Starting up the motorcycle, Dober turned towards the utter chaos that was taking place and shook the large weapon he now held, causing it to make a loud click as it readied a shot. The metal surface of the object was smooth and white, but it had a similar barrel which gave it the deadly look and give away of a gun. One thing was certain though just by looking at it, this wasn't simply a pistol.[/size]

[kit]

Eagle couldn't hide her shock now, as all these explosions happened. It, rather luckily, didn't reach her who was leaning up against a building on the sidewalk. "Well," was all she said, and a dreadful curiosity ran through her. She felt an urge to meet these people. These people could do such extraodinary things - look at all the people who went flying! - and they seemed like interesting people anyway. This was why she started walking in the direction of where they seemed to be headed. She kept them in sight, but didn't give it away that she was following them.

Eagle passed a bench, and scooped a black sweatshirt off of it. For once, this was actually her sweatshirt. Eagle often did steal clothing. What? It's not like she had any money to buy some of her own. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head, and pulled the hood up to try and fight some of the cold. Sticking her hands in her pockets, she continued after the others, a deadly curiousity gripping her.

How'd they DO that? Questions ran through Eagle's mind. What are they? Human or no? Confusin' bunch. The only way she'd get her answers would be to follow them and ask them herself. Of course, she would need to take her precautions against them attacking her, too. In her pockets, both of Eagle's hands wrapped around a knife. There were also even more knives in her pant pockets. Eagle carried them around everywhere, basically. You never know when you'd need them. She noticed that now there was also a policeman with a gun which was pointed at the others. She looked relatively disgusted. To her, guns were just a cheap way to get out of a fight. She watched, however, and was prepared to yell a warning if it appeared any of them were going to be shot.

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[Aveilthé]

"God, you'll be n' end of me, girl," he growled, holding
Monet's curvy body in his arms. "[grrr]in' tryin' to save
you when I end up killin' god forsaken idiots."

His jacket fluttered behind him. The leathery folds of
it caught the gleam of the moon. The man's dark skin
was rough on his face, and damp with sweat (or tears), and the
heat was incredible - he longed to take it off, but damn,
it was expensive... and he was not about to just toss
it on the side of the road, whether he was on the run
or not. His shades even slid down his nose a bit, but
it was impossible to push them up. His eyes could be
visible a bit, if someone actually glanced his way and
caught sight of brilliant purple-gold spheres.

Rave's breathing became much more difficult with each
furious push of his leg muscles. He had no choice
but to grit his teeth and labour on, holding the damned
chick in his arms. "Maybe I'll toss you' sorry piece of shit
over in a nearby bridge or somethin', 'cause I shoulda
just let you die--!" Cursing tons of shouts that would
have made a sailor blush, Rave instantly choked back
his wave of swearwords just as he heard his name...
again.

"Goddamn you, Zee! I'm here," he snarled, meeting his girl
as he knocked over a screaming person. "Keep runnin' like
hell! And my [grrr]in' muscles [grrr]in' hurt! And I'm
[grrr]in' hot! And muck this [grrr]in'--" he swore again,
cursing everything he saw, including the strawberry
blonde girl in his arms, whom he shook vigorously every
time he mentioned her.

"Welcome to hell, Zee," he commented savagely, slowing
down a bit. "Follow me." A massive building came into
view, it's many windows lit due to people working inside.
It was perhaps 500 feet - pretty tall, indeed; and
the architect was so magnificent it looked a bit like
a tower of an European castle. However, the top was
flat, and the surface seemingly made of marble. It was
undoubtedly an important building.

However knowing that the police would still be after the trio,
and perhaps thinking that Rave was keeping a hostage,
Rave didn't think once that the police (particularly the
guard of the police) would follow now... Would they
give up soon?

Though Rave meant to stop, he did not slow down. An
idea formed into his quick-witted mind, and a kind of
fierce grin spread across his sweaty, dark face, his
neatly trimmed beard twitching. Knowing that Zee would
follow (bless her), he'd quicken his pace a little just as the
base of the building neared five feet away. A grunt
was emitted as he then pushed himself off the ground,
like he had when he leapt off of the doomed truck.
With speed so great that the very moment he left the
ground, the air cracked like thunder as he flew straight
up, up into the night sky - his jacket rippling behind him,
the girl clutched tight into his arms, his shiny black boots
clinging together as he looked straight up, feeling
the walls of the building fly by 'beneath' him. The
objects all around him were nothing but a mere blur.
The people inside the building may have cried in shock,
or fell over, by the sudden object zooming by their
windows. Caring less what these people thought, Rave
apprehended the capital of the building, to which he'd
slow his amazing flight - he will land on the supreme
zennith of this grand building, which may either be
smart or stupid of him... but at least they would be high
enough to be out of the way of those crazy people
below.

And thus Rave did so, the tips of his boots barely
touching the dark marble surface. At this moment,
however, as the moon shone out from behind a creepy tenebrous cloud,
it seem to glow upon the master of dance (and perhaps
escaping!), creating a kind of admirable show for him.
He posed for a moment, his brows furrowed as he
held the idiotic, drunk and faulty little girl, his lips
lined with a kind of pride... he was still alive, and so
was Zee, and that was all that really mattered.

Through
his cool sunglasses, the moon was reflected off
of the speculum. He'd incline his head, and look at Monet.
Breathing heavily, he slowly bent his knees, and layed
her upon the ground, like she were made of glass
and needed care.
He hunched over her for a minute,
observing her sexy features. Mmm. She had pale skin,
and looked like strawberries and whipped cream.
It was enough for Rave to go crazy and promptly devour
her, but his thoughts were interrupted as he frowned -
for he was grinning a bit - and stood up. He slowly
walked toward the edge of the building, and looked at
the chaos below.

"Look at that, wouldya. People runnin' round like crazed
chick's wid' their heads cut off. A part of me is laughin' it's
ass off, but... Killin' all those innocent people... the hell
did you make me do. Shoulda left you on the road
to get you run over like a squished rodent."
He balled his fists as he turned his head towards
the drunk girl, and yelled at the top of his lungs; Damn
you!" and kicked bits of rock, not necessarily in the
drunk girl's direction. He fell to his knees, and looked
dramatically at his hands, which crackled a bit with
electricity - the aftermath of using so much of his power.
He'd drop his hands, but allow his shades to be removed
from his face. He then slid his jacket off, revealing his
suavy chest and rock-hard biceps. Indeed, Rave
possessed fine features that every man would crave
to obtain, and woman, who would fight to get in line to
kiss his biceps. But Rave was not much of a show off,
nor was he an arrogant mo'fo', but modesty certainly
had it's limits.

With the soft inside of his jacket, he'd use that to wipe
off his shiny forehead, before folding it and placing
it neatly off to the side; an area where it didn't seem
as dirty. This act showed a lot to Rave's character.

If the police force were still that
desperate, they'd want to take the elevator... anything
they could do to bring these known terrorists
to justice.

[Felypsa]

Oh no, they didn’t… Khalid thought to herself, her frustration mounting. What, am I scaring them or something? She had just observed Zatheena meeting up with Rave, and then the two of them (Rave holding a passed-out girl in his arms) leaping all the way to the rooftop of a 500-foot marble building. Do they want to trap themselves, or what? she thought. Well, if they can bloody well fly like that, maybe it wasn’t a trap after all…but surely, though it would grant them momentary safety, it wouldn’t exactly be the safest place for them on this night. They were still in danger. Why am I doing this? What’s possessing me to follow these maniacs just so we can all get to a safe place? Away from all this madness? Khalid shook her ant-head vigorously, stopping at the base of the building and looking up. Bystanders had long since cleared away—some were dead, and the living ones were too terrified to stick around. But there were people working in that building, although luckily they hadn’t spotted Khalid just yet. She looked over the edifice carefully, and felt it with her antennae. Marble…can I do marble?[/color]

Gage clutched to Khalid until she slowed down and started examining a building, on which the criminals now lay hidden. He shook his head and said out loud, “Listen, Ma’am, I wouldn’t risk it—too dangerous. The cops’re catchin’ up, too—I’d suggest you an’ me just run off to Exit 27 an’—” He stopped, hearing a deadly click somewhere behind them. He turned around, and to his fright saw the Doberman cop catching up to them, holding some kind of contraption that was sure to do much more damage than a mere pistol. And Gage wasn’t exactly as impervious to bullets as Khalid was…“Ma’am, we gotta go! Police got somethin’ nasty-lookin’—”[/color]

The words ignited decision. Khalid surged forward, causing a surprised Gage to scramble for handholds, and began to climb the building. The marble surface was more slippery than she liked—but her feet were able to grab a firm enough hold. She just hoped that it would last until she got all the way up to the top. Concentrating on that one task drove out all questions of “why” from her mind—she just had to climb. And hopefully no one would shoot at her or the cab driver…[/color]

Gage swore loudly when Khalid began to climb, and had to use both hands to hold onto Khalid’s neck. It must’ve been uncomfortable for her, but she didn’t complain, and besides, she couldn’t be as uncomfortable as Gage was. He did not look back, for looking back would mean to look down. He shut his eyes tightly, and hoped that the cop behind them wouldn’t use his “nasty-lookin’” weapon on them—’cause then they’d be goners for sure.[/color]

After what seemed like years, Khalid was approaching the top. They were almost there—her antennae began feeling for the top of the roof. It must be a strange sight for Rave and Zee, seeing giant feelers roaming around at the top of the roof. They were not quite there yet, but almost…and then, the bullets came. They glanced off the marble and smashed some of the windows; screams were heard from inside; and once or twice Khalid felt her exoskeleton pricked by them. But these were just normal guns—whatever Gage had seen had not yet joined their number. But the bullets were enough—Khalid began slipping just a little. She gripped harder, but she could feel the discomfort caused by the bullets. They were so close to the top, and yet so far…[/color]

[khoyote]

Monet had much to thank Rave for for saving her life yet
now she had a great burden set upon herself. It was all
her fault that Rave had killed so many people. If it
wasn't for her boytoy breaking up with her that night
and then her drinking her emotions away none of this
would of have happened.



She mouned a couple of times whenever Rave would
yell at her and there was a brief moment when she
regained consiousness for just a second and in that
slight moment she whispered ever so
faintly, "thankyou..." and she was knocked out agian.
Her curvy frame aid lithely in his strong and well-
chiseled arms. What a hero. He saved her from her
death. it's almost like a movie or comic of some sort but
who knows how the rest goes.



Monet seemed to make weak movements at rare
occassions as if she was trying to wake herself up from
this nightmare of hers only to wake up to a city where
pure chaos was going on. The city seemed to be going
through hell. Balls of fire and smoke rose to the night
skies lightening it up making it seems like day for some
moments.



Monet felt a moment when it felt like she was floating
yet this strong force was thrusted upon her. it must of
have been the moment when Rave had jumped t the
top of the 500-foot marble building. What a stunt! And
from that floating feeling sh no longer felt like she was
being rocked or shaken. She was laid upon the ground
ever so gently. A soft moan escaped her vocal chords
as she stirred slightly. She was waking up agian-
slowly. Her back arched slightly with her toes curling a
bit. Her bleached blonde and black underside hair fell
into her face.



It was moments agian before she made another
movement. Her eyes finally fluttered open. Those
brlliant neon pink eyes seemed to almost glow from the
fire balls that were going around. She stretched her
arms over her head and arched her back a great deal. it
was like she was waking up from a horrid nap. She
rolled her curvy frame over to her stomach as she used
her wobbly hand and legs to help herself up. Drunken
eyes looked around groggily but it seemed the worst
part of her drunkeness had gone away and she was
able to stay awake. "[grrr]..." She mumbeled to herself
as she held her stomach. She felt like she was about to
hurl. Maybe she'd feel better but she held herself back.
She can't stand vomit.



She looked up and saw a strong male figure shadow
plastered agianst a backdrop of firey glow and smoke.
It was her hero.

[Relairah]

Zatheena continued running, her pace not slowing and
she soon could hear Rave's frustrated voice. Her boots
thudded upon the pavement of the street, as she ran
swiftly toward him. Now and then she'd reach her arm
up to wipe away some of the sweat on her face, some
of it from the heat, and some of it from her own
perspiration. Some of her semi-long, thick hair stuck to
her face. This she'd also wipe away and flick behind her
shoulders now and then. She almost ran right into him,
but came to a sudden stop, panting. "Geez, Rave, what
th' muck did yo' do?" She questioned, though she didn't
expect him to answer.

Before she knew what was going on she and Rave
were going toward a large, magnificent building. Rave
didn't need to tell her to follow him. She would do so
anyway, or at least she told herself. She glanced up,
and somehow she knew Rave would be heading
toward the top of the building, whether by going inside
and up, or simply flying up, but she knew they were
going up. The sudden, swift change in dirrection didn't
cause her to slow or hesitate in surprise, but rather the
same fiery glow that had surrounded her frame before
now did so again, and she became yet again a mere
fiery blur to those that watched she and Rave, though
mostly people were too distracted to notice them, for
some were flying through the air, others running in
screaming panic, and others searching for items of
people. Perhaps only a couple police might've spotted
them. She flew rappidly upwards beside Rave, and such
high air pressure was around them as they zoomed
skywards.

She landed smoothly on the roof of the building, looking
about herself and then her gaze falling on Rave,
watching he and the drunkin girl he had saved. She
frowned, moving toward them, and sinking to her knees
after a moment. She noticed the bright moonlight that
shone upon them, thinking about it for a moment and
how it worked to their disadvantage, yet soon she
simply ignored it. Even without it they'd be discovered
eventually, but they would have more time without it.

She looked downwards at the chaos below, watching it
and glancing at Rave briefly when he spoke, yet turned
her gaze back downwards. For a moment, she
wondered what would've happened if she hadn't
gotten the cops attention previously... perhaps these
were a chain of events. But, perhaps not. The drunkin
girl had caused her own trouble. She shouldn't've been
drinking so heavily, she thought in contradiction. Why
hadn't Rave just left her to die anyway? Why should
she care about some random chick. But then, that was
Rave to do so. Afterall, he had saved her once as well.

She shrugged, turning away from the edge and rising
to her feet once more, just in time to see Rave looking
at his hands. What exactly had he done, she was
rather curious...but she did know he had used a great
amount of power, perhaps more than she would've
thought necessary. They'd deffinately be accused of
murder now, as if they weren't accused for enough
murders and however many other crimes the damn
police always came up with. Even if they hadn't done
anything for a long while the police always seemed to
come up with some random, mucking reason to go
chasing them down.

She wiped her face with her arm once more before
turning her gaze toward the edge of the building, in
time to see the large antannae of Khalid. She raised an
eyebrow, "What the--" she said, half to herself. Her
boots made light thuds on the roof as she went toward
the edge once more, peeking over yet instead of
looking down at the chaos what met her gaze was that
of the giant ant she had seen before...with a rider? She
frowned, what was with this ant...or whatever it was.
She stepped back once more, the ant having slipped
and she didn't have any interests in getting accidentally
shot. She was sure that even with the slipping, the ant
would soon enough reach the roof.

She was unsure of whether they were to like or dislike
this ant. Why was it following them? She stood behind
Rave, wondering if maybe he'd already noticed the ant.
No, she was sure he hadn't or he'd have reacted
already, she was sure. "Shit, Rave, we've got
company," she told him, glancing toward the edge of
the building and pointing toward it. She then glanced at
Monet. What the [grrr] had they gotten themselves
into...she wondered.

If they needed to, they could fly. She was sure this ant
couldn't fly. It was powerful though. She had seen the
creature ripping up police cars. And they had power
themselves they could always use...if needed. She
hoped the damn police wouldn't be here for a while.

[Wyndbain]

The tires marked the pavement as Dober hit the breaks faster than the bike could even stop completely. As it came to a hault, he looked up at the tower of a building and made a soft growling noise. "The things I do for this city." His eyes continued searching until they found what he had trailed, the giant ant, nearly to the top of the tall building with a man, clinging with his life, to it's back. He instinctively jumped off the bike and rolled to the ground when gunfire exploded in his sensitive ears. Several glass panes from the building broke and sent a shower of glass down on top of them. Dober grabbed the gun in his hand and pointed it in the direction of where the gun shots were coming from, unsure of whether these were just untrained citizens concerned about the monster on the building or fellow officers such as he just doing what they thought was their job. Either one, he was prepared to kick someone's ass. His finger tightened on the trigger as he literally let out a deadly sounding bark, "What the hell are you shooting at you bastards!? Hold your fire, there is a civilian on the target!!"

Dober turned to face the building, still growling in a low tone. The weapon he held in his hand was brought above his head, mostly due to the fact that he was looking straight up. The large insectoid came into his view as he aimed the weapon and pulled the tigger.

A large cylindrical ojbect was released from the barrel and propelled upwards, followed by a stream of thick, gray smoke. The shell sped past windows both cracked and unbroken and continued on to the very roof of the building. Instead of hitting anything or anyone though, it just streaked right on by, leaving a cloud of smoke in it's wake that would soon disappear with the wind anyway. Once it was well above the building there was a flash of intense light as the object exploded, creating even more smoke that, this time, hung in the air like dust over an active volcanoe. Dober lowered his flare gun and tossed it over near the bike before pulling out his pistol and running towards the building's entrance. From another one of his back pockets, with his free hand, he pulled out a black leather object and unfolded the flaps to display a badge in guilded metal of which he would need to show off to any who might question his presence in the building.

[Felypsa]

No, no, no! Khalid screamed inwardly. She scrambled to get a better grip of the marble, hoping against hope that Gage would be able to hang on, and scurried back down the building, away from the roof. She had just seen the smoky cylinder go past her, onto the rooftop. As far as she was concerned, that was the end of all things. She was not far from wrong; moments later, it exploded.

For one panicked instant, Khalid lost her grip. She and Gage were slipping, and she couldn’t find the marble. She could hear her rider’s frightened shouts, could see/smell the smoky dust, but she could not feel the marble. They were falling. But she was not on her back yet. She was still facing the building. A few seconds later, she reoriented on her senses, and finally found that her front legs were still gripping tightly onto the marble, though the rest of her legs hung loose. It was all she needed. She swung her feet back onto the side of the building, and was able to hang onto it. A few seconds later, they stopped sliding, coming to a complete halt about halfway down the building. She looked up; smoke still billowed from the top, although it was drifting downward towards them like ashes. It was a close call; too close. There’s got to be a better way, she thought to herself. Then: Aha! I’ve got it. Hold tight, Gage.[/color]

Gage was certain he lost his cap, and Khalid’s too, but didn’t much care. That was the scariest, most exhilarating experience he had ever had. And he did not want to repeat it. Ever. While they were sliding backwards, he dangled from Khalid’s back with one hand, the other grasping her clothes, though a few garments had plummeted the rest of the way. Better the clothes than Gage or Khalid, though. However, he had begun to cough a little; his touch of asthma was getting irritated, very slightly. Thankfully, now that they were stopped, Gage was able to breathe more easily and to get a firmer grip on Khalid’s back. But to his surprise, she did not climb straight up. Instead, she turned and scurried over to the other side of the building, ascending as she went, as if she were climbing a spiral staircase. They went around the perimeter of the building in this way several times, until they had almost reached the top again. But on this side of the building, there was a fire escape; and they were about two floors from the top. “Brilliant, Ma’am,” he said jovially, as Khalid clambered onto the metal stairs. He jumped off her back, and looked away modestly as she transformed, then handed her clothes to her. He looked up at the roof and saw that the smoke had by now nearly all cleared away.[/color]

Khalid’s cap was missing; that was a pity. Now the whole world could see her shining bald head. But that mattered little. They were inconspicuous now, as humans on the fire escape, but their job was not yet done. Khalid was feeling a little tired, but shoved her weariness away. A passion to finish what she had started had seized her, and she began to climb the stairs three at a time. She could hear Gage behind her, ascending them more slowly, and wished she hadn’t needed to bring him into this mess. But he seemed to be attacking the job with as much fervor as she.

It did not take long before they had reached the rooftop. Khalid jumped up on the railing and swung herself onto the roof, then turned back, ready to help Gage if he needed it. He carefully clambered into the railing, then reached and grasped the edge of the roof. He hoisted himself up clumsily, and Khalid had to lift him a little to ensure his safety. But they had both made it; and the dust and smoke had cleared away completely.

“Now,” said Khalid; “let’s find us some criminals.” I hope they’re all right, she thought as she and Gage raced along the roof, scanning the area for any sign of Rave, Zee, and the drunken girl.[/color]

[kit]

Eagle was filled with shock as many of the people, creatures -- whatever they were -- climbed the building. The giant ant had suddenly disapeared, and Eagle's curiosity grew even further. She didn't have time to yell out when the policeman fired, and cursed a few times. "Damn ya Eagle, ya gotta learn to have faster reflexes..." she muttered. A strange part of Eagle wanted to meet the criminals, simply to ask how they had done all that. Looking around, Eagle realized she had landed herself in a very strange place indeed. Mass destruction greeted her eyes, and she found that even she was disgusted, but she was also intrigued. Eagle couldn't help it; she had learned to master using knives in her fights, and was good in fist fights... But she wasn't sure if that would be quite enough in this new place. Here guns were often used, and also something else. Eagle hated to admit it; it had to be some form of magic, right? She had never believed in it, but here was proof before her very eyes. Biting her lip, she couldn't help but twitch. Moving to the building that the criminals had to be atop, she sat next to the door, cross legged on a bench. She had a good view of the ground level, and she watched the police's affairs. How would they respond to this?

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[Aveilthé]

OOC: Being retyped, damn it. XD

Edit: Blah this blahing blaherin' blah. XDI thought the flare was a blahing bomb. *Dies.* It took me all morning to type that blahing post about stupid bombs...

Edit #2: Mmkay, retyped. ^^ Me happy now. My attitude's good. Perfectly good.

Rave was posing with his hands behind his back, sweat
glistening on his pectorals. Looking impressive, of
course; a man that just saved a girl and killed tons
of people on a street would make anyone's jaw drop.
However, Rave's thoughts were troubled; he didn't
want to kill all those people - indeed, to save a crapass
girl in front of buttloads of cars... He walked towards the
edge of the building. It was that moment he noticed
a cop holding a large gun of some kind, firing something
odd.

"What's that?" inquired Rave, a brow lofted some as
he stroked his fuzzy chin, looking down upon
the hysterical crowds. Something ominous was
shooting up at Rave, the drunk kid, and his girl.

It was a flare, not a bomb, as Rave first thought. It
nearly gave him a heart attack.

"That the best you can do, ya assholes?" mocked he,
swinging his arms around as he gestured a naughty
symbol to the police with both his hands. Bad idea
to affront them, but supposedly Rave cared not?
"Gonna send a flare, eh? Why not send me a hot chick
too, while you at it, I can use a babe to dance with."
The offensive raver had more ideas when it came
to provoking, but just as he was shouting insults, the
flare exploded. Rave shielded his face; it was like a
firecracker. He had not yet really understood why
the fools sent up a flare like that. They weren't in danger
of anything. Removing his arms from his face, he
promptly started dancing a small victory dance, his
feet moving with style.