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[milesawayfrom]

[ As with the other assasins, Desmond has taken to the streets and rooftops. While he had a feeling that shit was going to hit the fan, he still was hoping innocents wouldn't get involved. Which doesn't seem to be the case. Donned in his black assassin robes, Desmond is moving from rooftop to rooftop and seemingly appearing out of nowhere to stop

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[getsometreasure]

[ because i can? ]

[ Nate's been running away from that stupid thing for how long now?

Too long! That's all he knew. ] Oh crap.

[ A handgun at hand, firing off a few blind shots, he took a turn, straight into a dead end. ] Shit.

[ And just his luck? he tripped. And imagine his colorful vocabulary when the chamber in his gun rang hollow.

Just his luck. ] Why does it always have to be monsters?!

[milesawayfrom]

[ NOOO, BRO. ]

[ Desmond turns at the sound of gun fire. He weaves into the shadows, leaning on what he's learned from Atlair. He heads towards the sound, using his sixth sense to find a target and hopefully not a corpse. He stops at the edge of the roof and looks down. ]

..Nate? Sonofabitch. [ He mutters to himself. Of course it's Nate. Desmond makes sure his hood is secure before leaping off the roof, both hidden blades out and aimed at the monster. He lands on top of it, both blades cutting into the creature's skin and bones. It lets out a cry of agony as it dies, and Desmond turns his wrists one last time to make sure it's dead.

Then he stands up, looking over at Nathan. ]

[getsometreasure]

[ Of COURSE it's nate.

Nate is just in the process of trying find another clip which he was sure he had when-- ]

Oh. Oh it's dead. It's dead!

Aha-- ! [ the gleeful yip dies down as he spots the one that was responsible for killing that thing. Because of the hood, he doesn't immediately recognize the figure. though the stance is so oddly familiar.

He lifts himself off with a grunt, handgun still at hand. Wary. ]

Ugh, thanks.

Some fancy moves you got there, pal. [ He thinks it's Desmond. Thinks. But isn't sure yet. ]

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond gives a little laugh as the blades retract into the bracers on his arms. Then he holds his hand out to help him up. ]

Not really. I've seen fancier. [ And he knows he's not supposed to bring attention to the Brotherhood, but if Nate already knows... shit. Maybe he can just get away with not telling Nate much. ] Come on, get up off your ass.

[curepotion]

[ it'd be nice if he'd thought ahead and bought a sword; he should've bought a sword. this was why he shouldn't have been happy when he realized Way to the Dawn would not be able to be summoned (although he was kind of upset about that anyway). it was just frustrating to have to outrun a monster when he usually could fight them off pretty well--but at least he'd succeeded in managing to irritate the monster enough to drive it away from others. without a weapon, however, he can't do much. which is why he's scanning around as he runs. he turns sharply into an alleyway--good, maybe there's something in here he can use.

nope. of course, his luck, choose a barren alleyway with a chain-link fence at the end. still... maybe he can climb it and get out of dodge if he's fast enough-- ]

[milesawayfrom]

[ Suddenly, the monster lets out a scream and a silver blade sticks through it. It wriggles and writhes before falling over in front of Riku. Dead.

In his black assassin robes, Desmond pulls his blade away and it slides back into it's sheath on his arm. He stands up to his full height, the hood casting a shadow over his face and covering his identity. He followed Riku the last block, looking for an opening to strike. ]

[curepotion]

[ he hears the shrill scream, but only turns back in time to see Desmond stand up in black robes. there's just shock and horror clear on his face upon seeing him--

because Riku doesn't see the black robes of an assassin, he sees the black robes of an Organization member, killing the monster to go in for the kill themselves. so, weaponless, Riku does the only thing he can think of doing. and that's punching Desmond right across in the face, despite mistaken identity.

ow. punching in the face hurts like a bitch. did he break a hand bone? he really hopes he didn't, but he is holding his hand afterwards, even if he refuses to let out a hiss of pain or anything like it. he's looking for an opening to run away. ]

[milesawayfrom]

--Sonofabitch!

[ Desmond turned his head right into the punch, meaning to talk to Riku and see if he was alright. He stumbles backwards, reaching up and rubbing his cheek. Well, that's gratitude for you. ]

Yeah, you're welcome.

[lilgreasemonkey]

N-nice ... I don't mean ya no h-harm ... [ Kaylee's backing away slowly from a monster that decided to take an interest in her. Since they started going off she noticed they weren't doing anything to her. It had given her enough boldness to do the bare minimum moving about to get essentials.

Until the one backing her between buildings took note of just what was strapped to her bag. A knife in a leather pouch. More a tool than anything else for her. But a sharp object was apparent still just a weapon in the end. ] I ain't gonna use it ... I swear. Wo de ma ...

[milesawayfrom]

Kaylee, duck!

[ Hopefully she does in time as a knife goes past her head, striking the monster square in the face. Desmond then seemingly appears from nowhere, nodding to Kaylee as he pulls another knife out and goes straight for the area under the skull. ]

[lilgreasemonkey]

[ Kaylee's like a little blur, crouching low to the ground when he says to. Someone says duck like that, she ducks. She doesn't move from her little spot due to shock, only giving Desmond the smallest of nods in return. ]

[milesawayfrom]

[ It screeches again and wriggles before flopping forward on Desmond. He lets out a 'yuck' before tossing the corpse off himself. He bends down and plucks the two knives out of it's head. ]

What the hell are you doing out here without a way to defend yourself?

[ipod_less]

[Darcy, before leaving the safety of the Winchester house, fed and walked Vader around the backyard, then changed into sneakers instead of her boots. Running shoes would be needed. Out in town, she watches for people getting too close to the creatures. Those that she saw, she hollered for them to go home, lock their doors, and not leave until it was safe. She made a promise and she plans on keeping it. Her shoes don't make a much sound on the street as her boots would, and she's glad she changed them. She curses under her breath, wishing she'd grabbed a hairtie before she'd left, though. The wind keeps blowing her hair into her face.

Not far behind her, one of the monsters is watching her. Its moves are slow, deliberate. Prepared to attack any nearby, but not Darcy. Those watching, however, would simply see one of the monsters stalking an innocent person.]

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond is perched up above her, watching her run below and warn people. He's kept an eye on her since he's been in the area. From what he's noticed? Getting in the way of the monsters is a fast way to make you a target. He leans forward ever so slightly, hands curled around the edge of the roof and waiting to make sure the woman is going to get to safety. A safe house or something. She can't plan on being out all day and night. Not like that. Unarmed and everything. ]

[ipod_less]

[She'll be out there as long as she needs to be. The older gentleman that owns the diner she frequents with Mags attempts to stick his head out, seeing if it was safe. Darcy sees him, and another creature heads his way. She inhales sharply, rushing in that direction.]

No, wait! Stop. Go back inside! [She hollers at him, waving her arms. The man does as she asks, thank god, and ducks back inside, slamming the door shut. The creature headed for him stops and sort of...hisses at her, breath icing the air before turning and going the other way. Darcy heaves a small sigh, hand on her chest. She turns to go down another street and comes up short when she sees the beast that had been following her...was right behind her.]

Holy shit!

[milesawayfrom]

[ He stays close to the roof as he hunches down, walking along the top and following her. Desmond stops as she does, eying the man that she yells at, then sees the creature turn it's attention to her. He reaches into one of his pockets, pulling out two knives. Knives don't stop them outright, but it'll slow it down. He leans forward, aims, and just like his Italian ancestor, sends the knives down into the monster.

The knives sink into the scales, successfully pissing it off. Desmond then stands and takes a step back, flexing his wrists and two silver blades slip out. ]

[theskepticalone]

[ Arthur was running.

He wouldn't have really reacted as such if he was still convinced it was a dream. But the fact that his loaded die was clutched in his hand, telling him that this was completely, purely real...Well. Survival instincts tend to kick in.

Though the lack of a weapon in this case was a bit discouraging.

He skidded along the road, hand reaching for the wall to pivot himself through the turn.

And actually, he was wishing this were a dream. Then he would be able to trick the architecture. Sadly though, he couldn't dream up an assault rifle, or Glock.

Instead he aimed for the side door, yanking at the handle.

His composure wavered at the realization that the bloody door was locked, as he veered to face the creature who he had the misfortune of pissing off. ]

Great.

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond caught the man running past him as he was pulling out from another alleyway. He turned his head, hood covering his face before tailing after the man. It wasn't hard to keep his distance as Arthur was running. Desmond picked up his pace as soon as he saw a creature dive after the man. He sped forward, turning around the corner with his gun drawn. A simple 9mm. Nothing too fancy.

Crack. The bullet fired and hit the creature. It turned it's head to him and screamed.

Crack. The second bullet fired and hit it again. ]