[CoC] Nocturnum -- Part I - Chapter 1 Snowflake Valey [Completed]

[The Forsaken One]

Ross

With a silent thud Ross lands in the snow after landing with both feet in the snow on the other side of the window frame. A small dark spot appears right next to his left foot, then another and another. Something drips from his hands.

Blood.

He slowly turns his hands around and looks, cuts are across them. He turns his head around and sees the glass shards still stuck in the windowframe.

He forgot.

But it doesn't hurt. The pleasant feeling still flows through his body. Slowly, but comforting. He looks up again and starts to walk to the Shamans in the distance in James' steps.

Ross hardly got a few feet underway before he stops again. He watches and he'll witness the Darkness fall, lightning crackle across the sky, thunder reaching his ears again and his own pain.

 

[Shapermc]

OOC: DOH!!!

 

[The Forsaken One]

Doc

Witnessing this.. this... Doc has no words for it. It better remain like that, unnamed and maybe even best forgotten. He watches over his shoulder as he gets up from the body of the enforcer and sees the Hotel and Ross walking through the snow towards him. Memmories rush through his mind of the last three days.

Doc shrugs.

Then as he is about to turn around and face the Shamans again lightning flashes through the sky. The grey gloom turns white for a moment as the primal force surges right over his head.

Everything turns white.

Ross still walks towards Doc. Walks, not running, but walks. Then lightning strikes, the lightning from over a second ago. Doc doesn't understand. But it strikes and it strikes the hotel. The lightning splits above the hotel and several arcs rip into the hotel's top floor. A piece of a corner of the roof comes loose and plummets behind the hotel out of Doc's view. More glass breaks but Doc can't hear it, but it still does as the Valley View's huge glass walls explode in a razorsharp maelstrom.

As the lightning strikes the hotel everything behind Ross lights up. Ross' face lights up and he smiles.

The bastard is smiling... the devil realy is smiling. But what else to do then mock fate itself when it has finally sought you out. Yes he may well be right to face your no our doom with but a smile.

And a smile grows on Doc's face as well. Mary is on his mind.

The hotel is on fire.

Doc then turns and runs for the Shamans but before he gets there a strange feeling comes over him and he falls on his knees. He feels the urge to play, he feels his player is needed. Now how or why, but he follows his feeling.

Doc prays and he feels love once again.


(Heh shaper good to see you online, everyone gets a post now so you've got something to refresh the page for )

 

[Shapermc]

Re: Doc

(Heh shaper good to see you online, everyone gets a post now so you've got something to refresh the page for )

Hey man I sit here and just hit refresh every few min. I got nothing better to do at work

 

[The Forsaken One]

Jason

Aaaaarrhhhhhhh!!!! YOU ARE GOING DOWN!!!

That's what his lips would have told you if you would have watched them. Rage seized Jason and he gave in, willingly and eagerly. Blasting away at his foe he fires bullet after bullet, each tearing shreds from their target's human form.

With each hit more and more black rays spring forth from the thing but it doesn't stop Jason. Oh no, there is hardly or even no stopping Jason.

His gun runs empty.

He drops his gun.

And he just takes out his second and starts blasting again. What should have been the right side of someone's torso and head is now nothing more then some oozing black pulp radiating a strange black light.

Lightning strikes and everything lightes up. But here, it reveals nothing more then a face, a grim face.

And he's just a kid... with a mind...

A fragile, fragile mind...

[What the hell do you do for a living then ]

 

[Ascending Crane]

Doc, kneeling in the snow, begins to pray. Perhaps truly for the first time.

He weaves prayers to God and Jesus, invokes Mary and St. Christopher, calls out to the Coyote and Raven, entreats Buddha and his prophet Mohammed, and pleads for salvation from a dozen or more deities or near deities; all to bring their glory and power here and now, and end the evil that festers in this small town, in this small country, in this small world, in this small part of God's plan.

"...Amen."

 

[The Forsaken One]

James

The finger of the elder shaman Stonehill hangs looming before him. His eyes follow it and look at where it's poiting. It's pointing at nothing else then Delaney himself, and James is not too happy about it. Allthough what else did he expect.

Heh.

The next moment James finds himself raising his hand himself and also at Delaney.

wtf?

At the end of the arm, in the hand is the disc and it flames red. Time seems to come to a stop for him, the chanting and humming seems to grow to but a faint noise.

Then it explodes. The disc in his hand erupts in a red burst of pure red flame and it runs up his arm and flows around him just like the blue light did before. But this isn't comfortable like the blue light was... ow no. This aggitates James... it lures him. James tries to resist but he fails.

James charges.

Raising his hand and shouting something noone will ever know he throws himself at the oozing mutilated stinking thing.

Delaney suddenly breaks his gaze lock on the shamans and for a second James' gaze meets Delaney's and they interlock for but a second. And then...

The arcane humming stops.

Blood runs from his eyes, ears and nose as he falls to the ground. Everything hurts and his head... his head is the worst. It's like someone slid a shard of boiling white hot metal into his mind.

[10 dmg]

The disc slips from his grasp as he drops face down into the snow. It continues to roll through the snow, the red light dying out as it rolls on.

It rolls on and on and then it falls over and lies there, cold and still in the snow a few feet behind Delaney.

 

[The Forsaken One]

[OOC: Nice Crane, nice. Love the Char and the flavor, really do. Tnx for being in my game and to give Doc a personality And not just the simplest. Great playing! Bt wnow I'm talking about great playing, we haven't seen any weird Ray actions or Punch Lines anymore last two weeks ]

[Shaper when was ur comp comming back, this weekend?]

[Ray comming up next and Ross another time. Then I'm done and you guys can post what you like /OOC]

 

[The Forsaken One]

Ray

His words smothered by the sounds in his head. The sounds that just don't seem like they'll ever stop. They won't get out, they, they, they...

aaaaaarghghhghhh!!!! Cursed crap, get out of my hea....

With the passing of the arcane muttering and the returning of sound to his ears does his friend drop to the ground. James falls over into the snow and doesn't get up. The world seem to fall apart for Ray when he sees James' face painted red with streaming blood and disappearing into the snow without any expression on it.

The second friend he sees fall.

Lightning flashes again and thunder reaches his ears. Other words reach his ears, Doc's words. He turns around and sees Doc on his knees, hands together, praying. Behind him Ross slowly walking towards the rest.

An idea.

Ray turns around runs for Delaney his mind filled with an idea. If it was courage or stupidity or desperation, Ray will be the only one that knows why he did it. But he did it, and that's what mattered and what matters still. He dashes for the radiating shape and grabs something while he goes for his target.

Delaney starts to turn around the second Ray's hand touched the disc. But he turns only to be greeted by the disc, the metal that he curses with each breath he can spare. The metal he throught safe in his mine, a constant pain in his mind so in his lair but better there then in his enemies grasp.

Right where it is now.

The metal touches with the oozing black pulp that once was half of the president of DMI mining.

Light erupts from the grey gloom above and the mystic chanting from the Shamans seem to become the most beautifull sound Ray has ever heard and maybe ever will with one voice in there that is more beautifull then all the rest. A beautifull voice of love and comfort, the voice of a single prayer. A voice spreaking words that have meaning for Ray, words he can understand.

Doc's prayer.

Ray falls back as the light in front of him blinds him and almost immideatly afterwards he is thrown back as a huge gust of air rushes past him blowing the stench of this thing away.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Ross

A great colum of light fills Ross' view. The image of Ray throwing himself at Delaney just keeps repeating in his mind. And then lightning came down bearing upon their foe and the Darkness was smitten as the lightning stuck him.

The chanting stopped, the humming stopped.

Silence.

Just the sound of his rythmic breathing reaches his ears for the first couple of seconds.

Then thunder rolls over the snowy landscape and fills his thought. A flash of pain right after it and he looks at his hands and then at where the Shamans were supposed to be. They are gone as is Delaney. Ross looks at his hands again.

Auw...