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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking@tyki

With the Tyranids all destroyed and the clones basically leaving the planet, the surrounding bloodshed was at an end. The Seeker's job was done, even if it was for a substitute god. Strygwyr expected his empowerment to begin to leave him, for the Twins to call him home. He watched as the clone ships took off, pushing him back with their rockets. He prayed. "Blood god. You are very great, but you must release me. This battle is over. I belong to the twins, gods who also drink blood. They protect my people."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@kishin asura
Reaper also turns his guns on the woman/man intruder.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Tyki@supertinyking

Over the days of fighting, the deluge of blood waned and Strygwyr did struggle against many of the larger Tyranids especially. But his relentlessness wore on and one body after another fell to the ground.

Finally as the swarm faded to nothing, Strygwyr's consciousness began to return to his own, and he stood in the field of death alone, panting. Something felt different. He looked up to the sky and reached up his blades in praise of and in search of his goddesses, except the will of a single, male god seemed to respond to him, silencing the voices of his own deities. Strygwyr growled and roared at the betrayal. "You! Who are you that steals the blood from the Twins! Gyahh!!" A painful power struck him, as if in punishment, forcing Strygwyr to his knees. As he struggled in anguish, the god Khorne made his dominance known and re-possessed him. Strygwyr could not deny himself. "I thirst..." He uttered and got up to find some being to kill again. He had to keep killing, until his new god ceased to demand it. he strode off to the city of the clones, his rampage turnign on them.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking@kishin asura

Reaper was thrown back against the wall and into some storage units. He lost his dagger-grip on Kishin and was momentarily stunned. Trying to regain the upper hand, he grabbed his handguns and started firing at the damn baby.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@kishin asura

The intruder suddenly realizes that the Reaper was only an image, a hologram, as the dagger passes through his grasp and flickers before vanishing completely. The hologram vanishes in a terrifying moment of realization that his enemy had tricked him. The real Reaper had moved long ago.

Suddenly, two blades pierce deep into the left and right sides of the intruder. Reaper stands behind him. "You're not easy to kill, but my poison hasn't failed me yet." he uses the daggers to control the intruder's body as he pulls him away from the kid. "Care to beg? I always enjoy good begging."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@tyki
Unnoticed at first, in the far east of the battlefield, a red rogue had joined the celebration of slaughter. The Bloodseeker, enraged and pumped to a size comparable to that of the gaunts, was tearing through the wounded Tyranids. His tonfas seemed to change too, becoming longer and harder, like the bladed arms of his prey. The claws of his furred feet serrated the ground as he tore off to surprise his next target. The small Tyranid swarm did not know what to make of him, as he seemed to move too fast and come on too unexpectedly for the whole of the horde to realize it and form a plan to deal with him. Covered in blood, he sliced through carapace like a bloodthirsty demon of endless power, never tiring, never doing anything but drinking in the wounds of his sacrifices all around him. This was the terror incarnate of the Flayed One's eternal thirst.

A tremendous explosion occurred, decimating the Tyranid swam somewhere not far from Strygwyr's position, and the round beneath him actually shook, causing him to fall briefly, along with the numerous creatures around him. But the blast also incurred more death and bloodshed, and Strygwyr picked up his head with a wide, fanged grin. The flow of blood, the sudden large loss of essence around him flowed, as had had sanctified this battlefield, and he was empowered even further. Growing even larger, into a Tyranidlike dragon of a bloodbeast, Strygwyr could all the more feed his twin gods. His weapons had grown with him, becoming attached to his arms, and with one swipe he could fell a line of gaunts. Now towering over them, he continued his blind carnage toward the scents of all enemies.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@kishin asura

This stowaway's balsiness was entertaining. "Oh I don't think so. " Reaper said in his mechanical voice as he slowly drew a dagger with skull on it and the symbol of omega over the infant. The turrets then quickly opened fire on the intruder as Reaper swiftly lifted his hand and began a stab straight down like he was going to slay the baby.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@kishin asura

Reaper chuckles again. spy vs. spy with a baby in the room. Suddenly, several wall compartments slide open to reveal the muzzles of turrets with intimidating barrel size, all tracking on Kishin (or Asura?). "The infant is mine. The only way you're getting off this ship is as ashes. Or is there something else you want?"

Blood Compact (Open!)

So it seemed Hank wasn't all the worse for wear. He was thankfully not near death, or rather near going into a blood-loss coma. Mithias hissed a sigh and tossed the metal rod casually. His anger was already leaving him. "So you got him, and you stopped the nuke. I suppose I can't be angry." He put a hand on his side and ran the other through his hair before dropping his hand and looking back at Hank. "This war, as you put it, is officially over, and yet it will never end. As far as I know, you and I are the only ones left in this area. The soldier base has basically fallen, and vampires from the east coast will soon move in and take it over, but that does not mean the rest of the country is ours.

There aren't many supernatrals, Hank. Likely we will establish ourselves into localities, sending out special missions to keep the humans in the proverbial dark and away from invading our cities with their technology and armies, but I know we will not be able to keep them suppressed. We were foolish to ever try. Our elders have failed us... except perhaps one, whom we will likely never see again.

Trying to start another Soldier organization would be futile. Humans and vampires will never be able to work together, and no such organization will always resist corruption in either direction. You and I are on our own, Hank."

Mithias folded his arms and stared at him contemplatively. "It would be quite useful if you could convince Soldier, or whatever the humans have nowadays, to trust you as an informant. We are spies more than soldiers, My chi... my fledgling. We don't need to walk on black and white lines. It is time to regroup and recoup, and above all get some damn information. I can tell you that the United Kingdom may be a relatively safe place to hide, but I won't tell you why I know that. Other than that, I have a secret home in New York that may be usable.

You know that I can't read minds, Hank, yet I know that somehow, you found Fergus, and it wasn't just a good guess that brought you to him. You might be good at getting information with such gifts. What powers have you inherited?"

"Myself, I am going to fully undo Soldier by killing its leaders. I believe I know where they are hiding, and it shouldn't take long. After that, I'm going to do the same to the Purge. I will hunt and destroy whoever runs them, and I have a feeling it isn't Kaminokage." Mithias narrowed his eyes. "As... 'charismatic' as Kami is, he is not so inspiring that humans will fight beyond pain of death for him. There's someone else, or something else, some drug that makes Purge humans insane. There's got to be a secret way to take out that whole organization forever. I will find it."

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Good ideas, but it looks like there is no known way to kill Dracula, and Alistair is right, it's not worth throwing bodies at. We'll see what Praetor says.