Take Back the Bean Mission Thread!

[notthatjason]

Characters: Everyone Listed Here
Time: Night Time
Location: Various points around Millennium Park
Content: Vampires, thralled humans, battles and cursing.
Format: Prose or action is fine, stick to your teams unless you are a special case and you probably know who you are.
Warnings: Cursing violence and gore.

A Few Notes:

-Blampires are NPCs and you can

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[charityandfaith]

Charity wasn't pleased by the age of one of the members of her group. A teenager eating doughnuts? Into a fight with Black Court and presumably thralls and Renfields?

"They have the advantage in position here, and more time only provides them with more of an advantage. They know that we need to eliminate the threat they pose before anyone new arrives." Charity really didn't think that waiting out the Black Court was likely to do any good. Walking into an ambush did not sit well with her, but it seemed their only option.

Clad in mail over Kevlar and bearing a broadsword, Charity had strapped the warhammer to her belt. Her sword would serve better against any of the Black Court, since its shape was similar enough to a crucifix to do faith-based damage as well as the purely physical. Renfields were among her primary concerns. In addition, fighting them was only made worse by the act that they had once been innocents and were still living humans. She murmured a brief prayer for Kyoko, Franky, and the other groups doing battle in the park tonight before stepping forward.

[eatdancekill]

"I wouldn't know how to wait... but yeah, we're on a clock," Kyoko kept working on her donut. Looking over her allies a moment. This was absolutely ridiculous, "Big guy, you wanna go first or should I? Not sure which of us they'll have a harder time killing."

Finding out about her soul gem made it a lot easier to defend herself, but she still had a bullseye on her chest that could kill her. Even if getting shredded everywhere but that spot might not kill her it hurt like hell, worse here, so she wasn't looking forward to figuring out how to stitch herself back together if that came up. "You should probably go first, Supermom and I will cover you."

[itsasecretmecha]

Franky was not the sort of guy who minded letting women or kids go ahead of him, so long as they knew how to fight, and this pair seemed confident enough. But if they were going to ask him to head in first, he couldn't complain. He was, after all, basically an indestructible wall.

"All right, if you don't mind missing out on the fun part." The massive cyborg bore a grin full of dark humor as he stepped up to the plate. "Let the tank roll in first." A trap was just another place to fight, and Franky didn't mind much running into one. Shades glinting in moonlight, he took the fore on the path.

It was only a moment before the figures from the shadows leapt out to greet him with grabbing hands, and he whipped out his gun with a smirk--

--oh right, they had a bunch of brainwashed humans working for them, didn't they. Sneer turned to growl as he was latched on to. Maybe lethal force wasn't the best idea, then. Steel-hardened skin shrugged off their onslaught easily, and he swept a hand to knock a crowd of them down. Brutal violence was at least better than lethal, anyway.

[charityandfaith]

Even with the armor and weapons, Charity wouldn't argue with the most durable of the group taking the lead, but she remained at the ready. She did frown when he referred to it as fun, because fighting thralled humans who were opposition through no fault of their own was the furthest thing from that.

Charity shrugged off the new nickname from Kyoko, her eyebrows visibly raised as Franky refrained from overtly lethal force with the thralls. Restraint from a man who did not seem prone to it was all the more appreciable. Charity changed her grip on the sword and moved forward to knock a thrall unconscious in one calculated blow with the flat of the blade.

[eatdancekill]

Kyoko ran out to join the carnage, quickly chewing and finishing her donut as she dashed across the battlefield. Trying to sneak in strikes on those already heading for Franky but had not reached the tank of a man yet. The first she caught was a thrall, Kyoko put a hard strike from the blunt end of her scorpion spear into his jaw sending him down without much fanfare.

The second she spun her staff around her body, the chain links extending the staff into three sections cutting a female thrall across the gut. This continued, her violence without mercy, the only aim to dispatch all in her path. Using the momentum from one strike to feed the motion of the next. Focusing on an area around herself so as not to hit her allies, but she held back nothing, nor did she regard anything attacking her as different from an enemy.

It wasn't her fault they were brainwashed and being used as weapons.

[itsasecretmecha]

Now, Franky had no real problem with pulverizing people who got in his way. If they were dumb enough to take him on, that was his fault. But the important factor was that they were actually the idiots making the conscious decision to be so damn stupid before he really went all out to make them learn their lesson. Brainwashing was just something kind of cheap and unfair to the poor bastards.

So, while the cyborg wasn't too horribly bothered by killing in general, it did give him a hard frown to see the kid going off against the people like they were so much livestock. "Shit, kid, calm the hell down, you'll make us look like the bad guys here!"

Before he could try to stop her at all, a renfield lunged at him, and he gave a small snarl of frustration. He had enough strength to take down the thralls without really even trying, but this thing--with a grab at the once-woman's shoulder and a heavy shove, Franky pinned it down to the floor and delivered a mighty punch to the gut. There was a crack of several ribs pulverized, yet still she scrabbled at his blocky arm. "Tch. This is just sick," he growled, shrugging off any grabbing hands.