I've been wondering that myself, but I figured Dave would get back to it at some point. Well, Dave?! :P.

"AH!! Finally i can open my mouth!" Krisha burst out relieved.

"Yea you've just been waiting for that haven't you? Just so you can annoy us with you eternal babel?" Kix said and laid down, "Charger what has happened here? and who's.."

She looked up at streak, who looked very much like Charger.

"Who's she?" Kix asked, and aproached Streak to examine her.

"Uh hi!! I'm Krisha, what's your name?" Krisha asked Streak, and smiled.

OOC: Fisher is in the real world, our world, silently monitoring and contributing to the goings on of the RP. He is "responsible" for many of my recent posts. Dave, meanwhile, has "died" and found himself in the world of the RP. He is hitching a ride to Los Santos to try and catch up with everyone else. It's taking a long time ... driving isn't as fast as a plane. Once Dave does catch up, he'll begin the work of patching up the mess he's made of things.
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Streak looked down at the cats. Groaning inwardly, she forced a smile. "I'm Streak. I guess I'm Charger's sister." And she promptly ignored them.
Art, meanwhile, had found the lights that Charger seemed to be looking for, and switched them on. Light flooded the area.

Charger looked back at Art for a moment, opening his mouth to say something but didn't at the last second.
Right infront Charger was the staircase which led down to the tunnel that was now lighted by the lamps spread over the ceiling of the tunnel. It went on for a couple of meters before making ending up a T-junction.
'Alright, everybody down,' he made a paw gesture to slur everyone in the bunker and kept a firm lookout to see if nothing was happening around them. He could hear some police cars on the other side of the mountain, police was a little late at that scene...
He also noted that the female cop from earlier was still following them. Apparently Streak didn't do her job so well afterall... no matter.
'Come on, hurry up everyone...'

ooc: Streak did her job, Grace lost interest in the arson case. Then Art started talking about the mafia and Charger broke into that bunker and she's interested again.

Pseok continued to circle, high above the group, when he spotted a pair of figures appearing from the south. Roland? He glided over them, looking closely. No, a guy and... was that the woman from the forest? He circled round again and, looking back, saw that the others had disappeared. he considered going down and asking the woman if she'd seen Roland, but then remembered they hadn't got on so well (a detail he'd forgotten in his desperation to find the gunslinger) and changed his mind. It was all going rather wrong, and he thought back to when he had been kicked out of his clan. Same thing happened, he burst into flames and they'd moved on, leaving him behind...

Krisha and Kix looked at each other with an odd expression.

"Pfft! Somebody is a bit moody today aren't we?" Krisha said amused, and received a paw on her head by Kix.

"Sorry..." Kirsha said lowly, and Leaped at Kix to pin her down.

They struggled a few minutes, untillKix had pinned Krisha on the floor. Then Krisha pushed kix off, and acted innocently, untill she had leaped at her again. This Time Kix had lost the game.

"Haha got ya!" Krisha said and smiled triumfly.

"Right, congrats..." Kix said, and sent her a sarcastic look.

They both got up, and followed the rest.

"Uh, Charger why are even here? I mean can't we go a place... less scary?" Kix said.

"This is cool..." Krisha said and looked around.

'Sorry, Kix. No, we can't. Not for now anyway.'
Charger was about to close the steel door when he noticed a large shadow circling over the sand of the mountain. He looked up to the sky, looking right into the sun as the large eagle flew past. Charger opend his mouth to shout at him, then glanced over at the cop and decided it might be best not to draw attention to himself right now. So instead he called Art.

'Pst, hey Art! C'mere! That Eagle is up there, he needs to tag along. Get him in here, would ya?'
He patted Art on the back, as usual a lot harder then Art could handle.
'Good lad.'

Art grimmaced at the pat on the back, but ignored the extra force.
How was he gonna get that bird down there?
He thought a moment, then decided on the easiest solution.
He turned to the sky and shouted. "Hey! Eagle! Come here!"

ooc: Happy New Year! 2006, where will The Community be in anotrher 12 months?


Any birdologist or whatever you call em, it starts with an O, would recognise the fact that birds of prey have very good human. So, despite being very high up, Pseok was able to hear Art's cry (a very feat no human could match, not that we have many of those). Pseok guessed that it was him being called, he wasn't aware of any other eahles in the area, especially none that could understand a human call. There was a seagull nearby, but seagulls of course weren't known for their intelligence, and if it wasn't for the suspected hullucinations he may have had from eating those pidgeons a few days ago, he'd have made short work of the none-to-bright bird.

As it was, Pseok spent a good few seconds wondering who was calling him, and why. After what had just happened he was a bit suspicious of anyone who'd want his attention. Many years of being a metaphorical lab-rat (a phrase he rarely associated with himself) he was not ready to put himself in danger of being captured.
However, he'd never been much of one to resist curiosity and eventuallt it got the better of his missgivings and he swooped down in the direction of the voice.

If he was right, it came from the edge of that road down there. There was that woman apparently hiding nearby, but he ignored her, it had been a man who'd called him. As he approached he spotted a doorway below the level of the road, and, peering inside he could see at least one of the tiger-people from the tent.


Grace, who was now very close to the door Charger had broken through, was a bit surprised when someone, possibly the mafia-guy, her suspect, called out, with all the subtlety of graffitiing your own name on the edge of a building in sky blue paint, someing about an eagle. She repeated his cry quietly to herself, wondering if it had some relevance to one of the gangs in the city, then she came closer to the door and was taken completely by surprise when a huge bird flapped over her head and landed in the doorway she was headed for.
Surpressing a yelp, she scrambled backwards and slipped behind a bush and peered in surprise, and, much to her own annoyance, fear, at the bird now peering through the door.
She gasped and tried to remember what she'd been eating the last few days when the bird spoke.
Pseok: "What? You don't have to worry about me you know, air doesn't burn that well if that's what you're bothering me about."
They say you could get all sorts in Losa Santos, but this was something she hadn't ever imagined to see walking, well, flying around.

OOC: Happy 2006! I hope no-one lost any limbs. Lets bring TC RP forward another year!

Charger looked up to the eagle.
'Just wanted to say thanks,' Charger said. 'For helping out back in the tent and all.'
He made a gesture down the tunnel.
'We're heading down the subway tunnels, get to some saver place. You're free to join us, if you want. But I guess the air is even safer, so I'l leave that up to you.'

Kaira was meanwhile still snickering at the Grace's reaction to the eagle.

Pseok's surprise at being thanked for almost killing them all was quickly pushed aside by Charger's next offer.

Pseok: "You want me to go crawling through underground tunnels? What are you afraid of getting you out there? There's nothing much left as far as I can see, which is a long way," He sniggered at his own joke. "Anyway, what makes you think you'll be safe underground? What will you do if someone comes up behind you and you can't find a way out? You're probably walking into a dead end."

'Anyone following is walks right into a death trap. In case you havn't noticed, Art here has guns with him, not to mention that me, Blaze and Kaira are almost just as deadly.'
He looked over his shoulder to Streak.
'And we have our sis, who can... write down and... uh...' he coughed. 'You know what, nevermind that. Point is, we need a small moment to get back on track to figure out what we're going to do next. And we can't sit down at some restaurant on the middle of the strip, so going underground for a small bit is the next logical thing to do. Now are you with us or what?'

Pseok: "There's nothing logical about going underground. At least not at this time of year."
But what have I got to lose? I'm not gonna find anyone else.
With a sigh, Pseok stepped forwards into the passage, glancing somewhat uncomfortably at the closed-in walls.

'Good,' Charger grunted, then slammed the door shut when the eagle had stepped inside. He took the lead down into the tunnel. It seemed endless.
'Okay, so now we're all here again. One, is everyone alright. And two, Streak could you maybe explain, in detail, what just happend back there? That gunslinger disappeard in thin air, and who was that other guy?'

Streak Sighed.
She knew this would be coming.
"Well, look. As far back as I can remember, I've been able to make things happen. When the circus took me, they helped me refine this ... ability so that I could control it. Now things only happen when I write them down. I can't change just anything, or else they would have made me tear all barriers between realities when they got me.
"What I did to that gunslinger was a thing I've only done once before ... imagine time as a line. Say we're at point C ... and I sent the gunslinger back in time at point B ... and he arrived at point A. He's going to repeat the track from point A to point B again and again, forgetting each time that he's doing it.
"The Circus was a front for Fisher's company, which punched holes between different versions of reality in an effort to cause total chaos. Most people don't know there are other worlds, and often don't notice if they accidentally stumble into a new one ... they're all very similar.
"Of course, there are some worlds that are very much different than others. In one world, for instance, apes are the dominant species. Another world suffered some kind of plague where the world population dropped from 6 billion to about 600 thousand. One world - that Fisher had hoped to open onto all others - has suffered a nuclear holocaust, and the radiation in the air was so potent that it could poison and kill you in hours.
"Fisher used me and other Breakers to punch holes into all worlds to open connections between them. Breakers come in all shapes, all sizes, and from all corners of all worlds. If you've ever heard of a person who went missing and was never found, chaces are good that they were a Breaker."
Streak paused. "Are you guys following all this?"

[QUOTE=Dave]Of course, there are some worlds that are very much different than others. In one world, for instance, apes are the dominant species.[QUOTE]

Heheheh. bravo!

Now you've left me with the difficult task of gouging Pseok's reaction to that...



Pseok looked confused as he tried to understand most of that, being an animal meant he wasn't quite at the point wher he could imagine othwer worlds. It was sort of like trying to explain how the internet works to a caveman.

But one bit, he did grasp.
Pseok: "You did what to Roland?? How? Why? How do you bring him back?"



Grace, meanwhile, was sitting in a bush outside, wondering how she was likely to find out what was being said in there without giving herself away or opening the door. Even if she could have changed into something to make her look like a work-man or technitian, the tiger-people had seen her and would know her. And if they were... real (you could find all sorts in Los Santos) they would probably here or smell her or something if she found another way in.

She got up and went to the door and put her ear against it. SHe could vaguely make out a voice but couldn't here the words. She glanced around and spotted a door about 100 metres down the road.

Well, what was the worse that could happen? She was a cop, and she was armed. She jogged across the field to the door.

Streak sighed. "Look, I can't bring him back without causing a paradox. Look at our timeline again. If we pluck ... Roland ... out of any point he was in before point B, it would cancel out our memories of him up to this point. And that would, in effect, change all events leading up to this point. I would be creating, in essence, another 'reality' where instead of moving on to point B and being sent back, he moved up to some point D before B and jumped ahead to C ... and it is quite likely that we all would go mad, because we would be forced to try and accept two conflicting sets of memories."
She took a breath. "Have I lost anyone yet?"
Art raised a hand. "Question. You say you can 'create realities' by writing things down?"
Blaze coughed loudly. He thought of what Roland had said shortly after returning from his absence. "He sent me to meet ... I suppose you would call him my maker. There is another reality running parallel to this one in which a group of people use computers to tell stories. And as it turns out, we are characters in one such story."
Streak looked at him, and he spoke.
"Streak, have you ever been online? And participated in an rpg?"
Streak slowly nodded. "I know where you're going with this. And it's true: they are all worlds created by their respective authors. Characters who disappear will more often than less prove to be Breakers that were plucked out of the story and brought here."
Art snickered. "So that's what happened to Macrina's sons."
Streak raised an eyebrow, but ignored this remark. "Can I answer any other questions?"

'When I think up some other question which I want such a complicated answer too, I'l let you know.'
Kaira looked up to him with a grin.
'Makes your head hurt?'
'As if you actualy understood any of that!'
Kaira snickerd.
'Well, no. But I'm just a mere tiger. Doesn't mean it isn't fun to see you dazzle.'
Charger rose an eyebrow and kept marching down the tunnel.
'Mere tiger my tail...' he said, snatching his tail out of Kaira reach just before she could dig her teeth into it. 'And don't even think about it!'

(OOC: Dave, don't you think it's time you slowly start to envolve story-Dave a bit before I run out of ideas here to keep the story going a bit? O.o)

OOC: Geez, long time no post (from me). Better make a big one to make up for it :p

IC:
While Daniel continued to lead Silvia towards the city of Los Santos, she was furiously trying to think of a way to get herself out of this mess. She noticed that they were passing quite close by the outside of the circus grounds, and there was a way into them up ahead. Something tells me we're getting close, Silvia thought, so I'd better make my move now!

Daniel ignored the way into the circus grounds and continued to walk past, but as Silvia came level with it she hesitated. In a second she made up her mind; she instantly drew her gun again and, putting as much force into it as she could muster, she threw it straight for Daniel's head, hoping it would at least hit him somewhere. But she wasn't about to wait and find out, no sooner had the gun left her fingers than she had darted into the grounds and was running in what she guessed was the direction they had seen the group of people earlier. She figured (and hoped) that if she could get near other people, Daniel would be reluctant to use those weird powers he had, and that would give her much more chance of getting away.

If she had been watching, she would have seen Daniel spin round in a flash and neatly catch the gun, then by some incredible power, he crushed the gun in his hand and dropped it to the ground.

But even before he had made his catch he had started running in pursuit of Silvia, and now the chase was on! Fortunately for Silvia, he didn't appear to have any power to increase his speed, and she, in her desperation to get away, was slowly but surely increasing the distance between the two of them.

But Daniel, seeing that this wasn't working, lifted his hands and a glowing ball of fire started to form, seemingly out of nowhere, in each hand. As they grew to become even larger than his hands, he threw them forward to go hurtling over the top of Silvia's head then turn downward to try and block her path. Daniel, hoping this move would have slowed her down somewhat, continued to sprint after her, but she simply dodged past the fireballs and continued running. Nearly there, she thought, as they started nearing the hills, just a little more and I should find someone. She didn't want to think what would happen if nobody turned out to be there.

Had she decided to look back at this point, she may have found reason to find even more speed to run; now, not only were fireballs forming in Daniel's hands, but he himself seemed to actually be lighting on fire! While still running, he started moving his arms forward so his hands touched, and as he did this a narrow wall of fire seemed to just rise up out of the ground in front of him. The flames kept on rising up just ahead of him until he suddenly stopped, and then fire instantly surged forward after Silvia, making one long trail of flame. But, just at the moment, Silvia reached the top of the hill and, looking down, she could see another road at the bottom and she could make out the figure of someone running down the road (Grace). But the main thing she noticed was the uniform; normally she would have nothing to do with the police at all, but right now, this was just what she needed. Without a moment's hesitation she started rushing down the hill yelling, "Officer! Officer! I need help!"

As for the wall of flame, it just vanished before it came to the top of the hill, so someone looking from the other side would see nothing. And Daniel was nowhere to be seen.

OOC: I hope this is alright with everyone, I'm not sure exactly where everybody is in relation to everything right now and... yeah... :p

OCC: Anyone still around? O.o

OOC: Yeah, still here. It's just ... hmmm. Time to bend the laws of time.

Dave's ride pulled up in Los Santos. He hadn't been able to read the story for some time, and had no idea as to what had happened. He had to assume that, since this world seemed as real as his own, they were probably either A: out partying, or B: at the train station.
Dave sighed. He knew that if everyone was partying, it would be a dull story...
The driver let him out. "Can you find your way from here?"
Dave supposed he could. After all, the city was partially his idea, right?
(OOC: Dave will catch up with them soon. Probably by my next post.)
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Fisher had lost interest in trying to fool around with these people. He knew as well as anyone - better, in fact, but nonetheless - that these people were as imaginary as he himself might be ... and he still couldn't control everything. Not the way he had been trying to, at any rate.
He was finding he had an increasing interest in "Daniel." He could prove to be a powerful ally. And what about that Eagle, "Pseok" ... his past seems cloudy ... and through intercepting several private messages sent to Dave, he knew a little more than he suspected the authors did... perhaps, if he could find the right people ...
"Yes," he said matter of factly, and turned around,
shifting
to
meet
the
others.
Art was the first to notice him. "Hey. Who's the guy?"

ooc: Just need to check, did Fisher just appear in the bunker? Or am i really confused?


Grace stopped when she heard someone call her. She was desperate to find out what the people were planning, if they were caught up in the mafia. But then she was a police officer and she couldn't get away with ignoring someone. She turned.

She caught sighte of an oddly dressed woman standing at the top of the slope nearby, and Grace thought she saw a whisp of smoke rising behind her. She called up in reply.
Grace: "What's up?" She glanced at the door. Watching from outside was better than nothing anyway, and probably better than what she had had in mind.

OOC: Yes. Sorry. He's there. Since no one else has replied, I'll wait a while.

When Grace answered, Silvia suddenly faltered as she realized how difficult it would be to explain what had happened. She could just imagine the officer's response if she told her that she had just escaped from being chased by a man who had the power to stop guns working, to make fire appear from nothing, to materialize a bow and arrow in his hands just like that. No, it would be better to leave those details out.
All these thoughts had been going through Silvia's mind as she ran down the hill, and now as she was level with Grace she just stood there getting her breath back and trying to decide just what to say. Finally she spoke,
"I've just been being chased by a very dangerous man!"
She glanced back for a second, then said,
"He seems to have stopped now, probably realized there was an officer down here, but he's been chasing me since I got away from him near the road by the circus grounds."
She took a deep breath, then continued,
"I suppose I should start at the start. Some time ago, I've lost track of just how long, this man... surprised and captured me a short distance from the outskirts of this city. He forced me to come with him and led me to the city, but then as we were going past the circus, I saw a way in so I ran through it, and after being chased across the grounds, I found you here..."
She stopped and looked at Grace, waiting for her response.

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Meanwhile, in an office building somewhere in Los Santos, in a rather expensive looking room, a shadowy form of Daniel was standing on one side of a desk, speaking to the white-haired man sitting at the other side.
It was impossible to tell his age from his face; his hair hinted that he was fairly aged, but his face seemed to be almost completely absent of distinguishing features to show any age.
He looked up as the shadowy Daniel finished talking and spoke quietly,
"So what you're saying is you have failed in your mission."
Daniel answered quickly and sharply, "No, I am merely reporting my progress so far. I assure you, master Slade, I won't return until I have her with me."

"You had better," Slade warned, "even were it not for the fact that she could become a valuable asset to me, she knows too much to be on the loose now. If you can't handle this mission alone, I will send Spark to assist you; I can't afford to have you fail again."

Daniel was silent for a moment, then replied, "I have never failed you before, Slade, as you well know, and this will be no exception. You won't hear from me again until I have her."

With that, the shadowy form of Daniel started wavering, then slowly dissipated like wisps of smoke floating away...

Slade sat completely motionless for a few moments, then looked up to a young red-haired woman standing nearby, dressed in the same type of attire as Daniel wore.
"Go, watch what he does, assist if you see the need, but try to avoid letting anyone, including Arrow, see you."

'Light Spark,' as she had been called by Slade, nodded quickly and replied, "As you wish."
With that, she turned and left the room.

OOC: New chars Grettin? Might want to make a profile for em :P.

Charger turned around when Art spoke, and almost instantly reconized Fisher from the battle in the circus. His eye grew big, and he swallow a portion of his fear away. Without taking his eyes of Fisher, he leanded over to Streak who was standing next to him.
'Would eh... would running be a wise idea?' he whisperd, with the long tunnel behind them in mind.
Kaira kept still and also gulped as Fished appeared and had them pretty much cornered.
'What do you want...' she asked silently and scared, but still hearable.

OOC: Yeah, I'll have profiles for them shortly. By the way, is there a limit on how many characters you can have?

OOC: Nope, go wild :).

"Uh, who's the weirdo?" Krisha asked and approached Fisher cautiously till she was standing 1 meter away from him.

"Hi im... Krisha?" She said, and stopped talking when the others spoke. She lowered her head in a nervous manner, and let Kaira talk to him.

"Just come back here Krisha... He might be dangerous... just look at Charger" Kix said annoyed, and dragged Krisha back, while looking at the nervous Charger.

"But Kix... he might-"
"might what?" Kix interrupted krisha, "Lets just see who he is, and judge him afterwards.."

Krisha was annoyed with Kix and sneered. She stood up, and looked at Fisher with threatening eyes, not looking scared or anything.

"Heh... I could easily take him down.... if i want to..." Krisha thought and smiled proudly and viciously.

Pseok's response to having the leader of the tar-heap people appearing underground was perhaps a better one than some.
Pseok: "How did you get in here?"
However, this response was quickly rebalanced by his next thought: If the tiger people and that human moves just out of the way, how long would it take me to lunge at him and rip his chest open Proving that even the simplest of people can have good ideas and quickly counteract them with something rather stupid.
You can't really blame him I guess. The claustrophbia was making him edgy and edgy animals are likely to attack when threatened. It's what they do. now how could he gewt them to move without letting Fisher know what he was about to do?

OMG I LIVE!!

Well i think 2 months of procrastination is enough and i've decided to come back and pull Drakko out of his coma(I hate you Havoc :P).I'll probably put something up tommorow as it's late at night here now and..yeah i can't think properly.




Hey,the city was my idea! thief :P

OOC:cool Welcome back :D Now someone should get posting and get this RP back up runnin :D

But dude, i did it last time! Where's Dave today?

OOC: Dunno, but he sure hasn't been around :-/

OOC:I meant the layout. The layout was partially his/my idea. Not the idea of the city itself. Chill.
Anyhow, sorry. Havoc, shh. I've been doing other things, and still need to revise the story. It'll happen.
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Fisher looked at Pseok knowingly, as though he knew what was going through his mind. He simply said, "Don't be silly."
He looked back at Streak. "That was very irresponsible of you, Streak. But, I'm willing to forgive you if you can help me find a woman named Silvia."
Streak huffed. "Why can't you just go find her yourself?"
Fisher shot her a glance and, though his face didn't change, it seemed to Streak that she had looked a dragon in the face. "Because I don't know where she is, and I can't just go and be there. But you and I ... and Blaze and Mr. D'Angelo here all have something in common, so I was able to reach you here."
Art was confused. "What? Wait a second ... what? What do we-"
Blaze cut him off. "Dave."
Fisher nodded. "Now ... where is Silvia?"

Krisha noticed the tension between the fisher-guy and the rest. She frowned confusedly.

"Why are you guys so afraid of him?" She asked, and then turned to him, "who are you anyways?"

Kix tilted her head, and raised her eyebrow.

"I'm kinda curious... too..." She said and looked at Fisher.

Charger kept quiet as he listnend to Fisher explaining. He listnend to Streak standing next to him. Knowledge is power, especialy in this case, so he did as much info gathering as he could. He didn't quite know what was going on, but when Blaze mentioned Dave, it didn't take long for Charger to put everything together. Blaze and Arthur had been functioning as a direct link to whereever they would be going. Fisher was able to follow them almost everywhere.

'You heard her,' Charger said carefully. 'She can't get to her, and neither one of us knows where she is. Or who she is, for that matter...'
He held quiet for a moment.
'So go bugger someone else...'

He looked away and damned himself for always having to say more then he needs to...

Kaira meanwhile stepped infront and reached a paw over to Kix and Krisha. Then dragged them both behind the group.
'We'll explain later...' she whisperd, not taking her eyes of Fisher. 'Stay here...'

Drakko was lying on a normal hospital sized bed meaning that his arms and legs were hanging off the sides and ends leaving him there like a ragdoll.

The doctor and a nurse enter the small room.

Doctor:"OMG WHAT IS THAT THING?!"

Nurse:"It looks like some sort of wolf thing"

Doctor:"It's a half wolf half man...monster!"

Nurse:"Man? Theres nothing man about it except for the figure."

Doctor:"Nurse...wolfs aren't meant to have human figures! Now hand me those shocking thingys."

Nurse:"Shock Paddles,sir?"

Doctor:"sure,why not."

The Nurse hands the (?)doctor(?) the shock paddles and stands very far back.

Doctor:"Here goes!"

The doctor turns the voltage up about half way then rubs them together to get them charged...he firmly and quickly places them on Drakkos chest making a bzzt noise and raising Drakkos chest slightly.

Drakkos Pulse was gone and the docter was in shock.

Drakkos hair started going white and his skin had gone black his pulse was still gone and the room was silent.

Nurse:"You...you killed him!"

Doctor:"Nonsense! He must of been a pansy if he couldn't take that voltage!"

Drakko was gone and his skin cold and dead.

Voice:"Drakoooo.....Drakoooo"

Voice:"It is time! Your revenge is at hand! Kill them! Kill them all!"

And in a flash Drakkos pulse came back and his eyes shot open...though now there blood red...sucks to be you guys.

Drakko looked over to his left and saw the doctor and nurse arguing about how the doctor killed him.

Doctor:"It's not my fault he...OMG HES ALIVE!"

The doctor and the nurse ran over to him.

Doctor:"Though he seems to be in shock as only his arms are moving."

In a flash Drakkos arm shot up and grabbed the doctor by the neck.

Doctor:"*Cough*Nevermind."

Drakko threw him over into the wall killing him instantly..he slowly got up from the bed and shoved the nurse to the ground as he left the room.

The other docters and helpers saw that drakko had left the room they all walked over to room and saw what he had done.

"I have no reason to kill any of you so don't do anything stupid and i won't have to."

Though most of the doctors were in shock,one wasn't and decided to call the police.(Something for your cop to do if you want Splat.)

Doctor2:"Hello? Yeah theres some kind of..beast in here and hes killed someone already we need help!"

Drakko stopped in his tracks then turned around.

"I warned you didn't I?"

Drakko walked up to doctor.

"Goodbye."

Drakko took a bite out of his head,the man dropped to the ground lifeless.

He then threw fireballs down the hallway buring and destroying everything in its path,Drakko then went on to pursue everyone in the building that wasn't already dead or burnt.

*10 minutes later because i'm lazy*
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All that could be seen from the outside of the hospital was flickering lights,blood on windows and bits of people everywhere.

Drakko was nowhere to be found.

OOC: Lol TBM... Bte i like your Banner :D

"What? And let the big boys take care of him?" Krisha asked annoyed, "You know... You should never unerestimate(sp?) a clan cat... hehe... Especially not me and Kix here!" She said and swung her arm around Kix in a friendly manner.

"You know, when she really wants to she can be very powerful, right?" Krisha said amused, "Like not so long agao, when she revived Drakko from his death and all. But i think he's in coma or something." Krisha said proudly.

Kix moved away from her.

"Krisha I'm not very proud about it... You know... it wasn't the wisest spell to use. I mean... You know it can cause trouble." She said.

"Whatever, nothing happened sweety! He's just in coma that's all." Krisha said, "Well maybe that's not so good, but it's really not a real big deal." Krisha said and thought it a bit over, and then nodded confirmingly to herself.

Kaira never let her eyes of Fisher, but still she managed to wrap her tail around the muzzles of those two chit chats.
'Be quiet...' she whisperd.

Meanwhile, the lady who was suddenly the focus of the conversation was being interrogated by an impatient cop with a lot on her mind.

Grace looked at Silvia sceptically.
Grace: "And he just stopped chasing you when you got in here? Seems a lot of work for mothing. If he came close enough to see me then he shouldn't be out of sight should he?" It was a shame that good enough people like this woman got caught up in trouble with the mafia, Grace wondered what they had on her. "You're not from round here are you? Can you tell me how long you've been out here and why you've come to the city? What have you been doing here?"

Wasting police time, but she wouldn't judge her. It made sense to Grace that they'd got this woman to distract her from finding the others in the buker. Which mean as long as the woman was here she couldn't risk having a look at what they were doing. But she couldn't brush her off, mose people working for the mafia weren't willing.

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As Grace made assumptions about Silvia, Pseok was remembering an encounter he'd had in the mountains.
Tactlessly heblurted out, "Hey, there was his human called Silvia me and Roland saw in a forest in the mountains like a weeks walk away in the mountains to the (I can't remember what direction it was anymore, you know what I'm talking about!).... Hey, whaddaya want her for?" Suspicion bubbled up in Pseok several seconds too late. He shut his beak. Had he known she was only about 100 metres away he might have kept going.


ooc: Fisher stopped reading too soon, huh?