Dying Flame (Honest, Dar, and Bloodmoon)

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OOC:yea srry about that was going for the descirption of the state of his mind if need to I can add it to it cause it does seem like a neat idea but also the hybrid thing didn't say any thing to me was just a incomplete change form human to wolf

BIC: The chain breaking sent him of balance and unable to block the blow he was then sent skiding back thanks to him diging his axes into the ground ignoring the pain in his stomach he launches himself forward and tries to slam his shields into the sides of slaughters head hopefully it would knock him out or at least rattle slaughter a bit.

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Slaughter felt the satisfying impact of his fist against the wolf-man's stomach. This opponent was great to fight against. He didn't even die from a single punch like most wimpy humans.

He was about to follow up the attack when Bloodmoon struck first. This guy had some real drive! However, in attacking with both arms in a jump, he had left himself vulnerable.

Slaughter took the shields to his head. They crashed against his head, but were only a slight annoyance. At the same time, Slaughter held his hand straight like a blade and stabbed it at Bloodmoon's stomach. Because of the inhuman force behind it, the attack would probably stab all the way through the wolf-man's stomach, coming out his back. This was how Slaughter preferred to kill people, by impaling them. Since Bloodmoon was launching himself forward with an arm on either side of Slaughter, it seemed like a sure hit.

Meanwhile, Pacific was running towards the hospital. What they would do for the fire-girl, he wasn't sure. He was holding the blob that was the fire-girl in one arm while calling the other Hawks for help with the other. He needed them to go save Shawn. He didn't want to lose a teammate today, but he felt helpless. This girl had to be saved, too.

"Why can't I be in 2 places at once?"

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Shawn felt slaughters hand and arm impale him he thinking quickly figuring he was going to die and this man struck him as the type to show no honuor to the dead swung his axe that chain was broken at slaughters neck going for one of the main arteries in his neck knowing that slaughters skin was tough due to him putting alot of power in his axe swings only for the effect to be scratches he then pass out and when wakes up in the hospital next to ignite looking down he sees his stomach covered in gauze. Shawn then looks around and sees Pacific in the room. He gulped as he felt like he was in for a leacture from Artemis like when he used his powers to scare people sighing he said jokingly, " Remind me to not face that Guy alone again."

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Ignite felt a slight throbbing in her head––

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

––and then... a voice, memory, or pure imagination.

”Been around longer... waiting for you... like a wolf... the universe is all about... Slaughter...”

She was in a mental limbo, like a groggy coma with too much medicine running through her veins, or a nightmare that she couldn’t see or understand but still feel and fear. Now, a crude mix of events that happened long before Ignite was plunging into the mortal earth again, the obscene ideas she had read about in the books that her best friend and admitted crush––Aríste––had always babbled on about like dragons and super-humans, or villains and heroic triumphs. Then there was all this brash and new information insulting her compressed the depressed minds! Because of this, her cognitive translation of her saviours’ and captor’s dictation became:

The person who was carrying her was her assailant––the enemy––so fast and furious as a wolf, and saw the entire universe as a slaughterhouse of men and who knows what else! This horrible proposition kicked Ignite’s head and did it hard, hard enough to form for her the words:

The thing who holds my fate in his arms... is a hungry wolf... in a world that is only slaughter... I didn’t land on Earth again... I landed in Hell.

She prayed. Well, whatever was left of her ticking brain prayed. It was a strange thing, too, after having not believe in God and not remembered the presence of Heaven or even the demon, Chikere. Ignite had forgotten how to pray, and yet the pleads still came.

“Bring me back. Bring me back to life, oh please, oh please! I don’t want to be in this world anymore! I don’t want to live, to suffer... I don’t want to live amongst the murderers of men!”

Back into the physical phase of life, Ignite’s chest had started to slowly––ever so slowly––rise, fall, and rise again. It was a sporadic pattern of air, but the air in her lungs began to fill her breath and voice again. It had been simply the warmth in the hospital, the literal heater that breathed warm and soothing to wrap around all of the place of healing’s inhabitants. The pyromancer’s first “Cooldown” had been a success. A success, just after one try!

A miracle it should have been, but Ignite found that as she opened her eyes and the world appeared as a churning cloud of smoke again to the blind girl, she naïvely thought it to be a curse.

“Ughhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, her head pounding as noises from all around her assaulted her sensitive ears and throbbing brain, “Vhat... vhat you do, vhat you done... ARGHHHHHHHHH!” Ignite began to scream, the only thing she could do as more and more information registered and delivered her the message: You are back. That is what you asked for, and now you must suffer the consequences! Heh, heh, heh... oh, ye of little knowledge...

Panicked, confused, and frightened, Ignite screamed more and more, although the rest of her body lay completely still. Like an rock being melted, it would take more than just simple heating to fully make her moveable again.

“ARGHHHHHH! ARÍSTE! ARÍSTE, VHY YOU LEAVE ME HERE? VHY YOU LEAVE ME VITH NO VUHN HOLD, NO VHUN VITH ME? ARGHHHHHHHH!” she continued to wail, calling for a name that she didn’t even know who it belonged to. Her language was further muddled with a jumble of Russian and Spanish dialects and intellect, only to be voiced with a language she barely knew.

“HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE!” 

OCC: SUCH INTENSITY, YES. :O

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Pacific smiled as first Shawn and then the mysterious fire-girl woke up. They were alive. Thank God.

Shawn said to remind him not to fight Slaughter alone again. Pacific laughed dryly. "I wouldn't want to fight him alone either, Shawn. I think it would take all the Night Hawks to take him down."

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EPIC FLASHBACK SEQUENCE
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Slaughter smiled as his eyes feasted on Shawn's body. The wolf-man hybrid was impaled on the alien's arm. This was murder at it's finest, and at it's most satisfying.

Dropping the man on the ground, Slaughter looked up to see someone approaching.

Subject: Re: Dying Flame (Honest, Dar, and Bloodmoon) Mon Dec 26, 2011 10:13 pm

From the rooftops of the restaurant across the street, Will watched as these heroes fought their hardest against this tall, silver haired man. Arriving on the rooftop, flying as fast as he could, just in time to see the last one of them become impaled. A feeling of dread overcomes Will as he was unable to get to the fight in time to save the three new heroes from their beatings given to them by this man. Jumping from the building, down to the street, Will runs over to Bloodmoon and Slaughter.

Killing people here isn't a good idea, not in my town. You're going to pay for the people you hurt here tonight.

Seeing the brute strength of this man, Will looks for any weak points he could possibly go after, but see that this guy isn't showing any. With a few feet in between the two, Will takes the first move by making one of his white orbs and throwing it at the man, aiming that the spell would trap him against the brick wall of the building behind him as Will looked to treat to Shawn as soon as he could.

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Slaughter saw a newcomer appear. He looked familiar. It was Psychosis, if his memory was right. The guy was supposed to be some sort of magic user. Slaugher smiled. He hadn't fought a Titan in a while, and he owed them some pain. Then he frowned.

"Oh yeah." He wasn't supposed to hurt any Titans. The bosses had told him that. Something about orders from above.

Will's spell pinned Slaughter against a wall, and the mage turned to take care of the wolf-man. Slaughter decided that it was time to get out of here, before he had to fight a 'protected one.' He couldn't break the spell, but he could break the building.

With a massive ammount of effort, Slaughter smashed his arms into the brick wall behind him, breaking it into pieces. Turning to run down an alleyway, Slaughter flees the scene. He doubted that Will could fight him and still heal Bloodmoon, so he was in the clear.

Another good night.

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OOC; I'm seriously confused. XD What just happened?

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Occ:join the club.

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OOC: :/ Let's see, I had assumed that Bloodmoon flash-forward to waking up in a hospital to save perhaps impertinent action or something of the like, Dar asked Crazy Moon to fill in that gap of time a little more fully, and now we are assumedly back at the hospital with Crazy Moon as well?

That's at least what I just got out of everything after looking back and having Crazy Moon PM me.

*Oh, and Ignite is kind of freaking out to the max right now, so... yeah. Just reminding everyone. XD

Subject: Re: Dying Flame (Honest, Dar, and Bloodmoon) Wed Dec 28, 2011 4:38 pm

Trapping Slaughter against a wall, Will turns his attention to the fatally wounded man on the street laying in a pool of his own blood. The guy had a very pale complexion from the blood loss and his breathing was becoming faint with each second. Acting with haste, Will puts his hand on the area of Shawn's body that had a become a hole. Feeling his body twitch from the pain, Will uses his other hand to hold Shawn down as a white light can be seen shining from under Will's hand and the wound starts to mend itself.

That's one saved, but where did the other two go. That guy didn't follow after them did he?

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OOC: Yes, the flashback to fill in the missing time started when I said "flashback." Now just to confuse you all, I'll resume the thread from inside the hospital. CM, you are more than welcome to stay in the thread from here on out. Thank you for saving Shawn.

BIC:
FLASHBACK ENDS
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"And that was what happened, Shawn. Um, Lava-Girl. We can't understand what you're saying, so just calm down. We're your friends and we just saved your life. Besides, my ears hurt now."

Pacific sighed. It was a miricle that the three of them were still alive. If Psycosis hadn't showed up, it would have been hopeless. Turning to the Titan, Pacific held out his hand. "Thank you, sir. You saved us."

Deep down, though, it was kind of pathetic. The Night Hawks were supposed to be the ones doing the saving, and now they had just saved by a Titan of all people. At least he had nothing against Psycosis.

It was clear that the Hawks had a long way to go before they could stand on their own feet.

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“L...Lava girl?” Ignite repeated, wondering what the heck this guy was talking about, and moreover who this guy was. There was something odd about the two prominent voices going in and out her ears, one being wearied but forcefully ‘humoured’ the other just exhausted yet cooly calm, collected. But when the clam voice commented to a third party in the room, the blind girl could hear his ashamed undertones. What was he to be ashamed of? He just saved her, and apparently another person two.

How many people were there involved? Did those two girls get out? she wondered, and again was made frustrated by the fact that her thoughts were so clear and in perfect grammatical sync while her actual spoken word was not. But I am safe, now... it is alright. What am I doing whining about the past, about having life just been granted to me a second time? Ungrateful. I’m being so ungrateful, whether I’m still paralysed and winded or not. These people did save my life, and they said they’re my friends. How can I thank them and explain what had happened?

Ignite sighed deeply, closed her eyes, and decided to get as best an image she could from heatwave. She sent the message to her brain to preform a heat scan, which in turn sent a little wave of heat that bounced back, through her closed eyes, and gave her the most prominent images it could detect:

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Whoa. Earth must have changed a lot since I got here.

“Uhm...” she began, feeling herself become calmer as she spoke, “I... um, English izh not good language for me, but zhank you, I believe eet izh said? Und... I am sorry for my being crazy. Lot of zhings happened soon, I got over my own head... of it veren’t for me... uh, Szhvan––I believe name is––vould not be hurt now. Und, um... I hate ask zhis, it may be strange, but I can not do moving now. I’m... errr, frozen. Can someone help varm me up? I run on zhe fire, but I knock self out, pretend be dead. I kinda need to zhaw out.”

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OOC: I’ll start posting Ignite’s dialogue in plain English for convenience's sake in italics at the end of my replies. Of course, you can skip ahead to the italics; just keep in mind that she’s going to be really, really, hard to understand until the Night Hawks get used to her odd Russian-Spanish accent while she learns English more. XD

*“Uhm...” she began, feeling herself become calmer as she spoke, “I don’t speak English very well, but thank you. And... I m sorry for my outburst. There’s been so many things happening to me, and I was over my head in fighting [Darthlegolas] If it weren’t for me, Shaun would not be hurt now. And, I hate ask this because it may sound strange, but I can’t move right now; I’m frozen. Can someone help warm me up? I control fire, but I made myself pass out and pretend I was dead. I kinda need to thaw out.”)

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shawn laughed and said, "Do not worry cub we where responding to the attack anyway I just did something foolish I fought close range when i should have fought far range and it cost me you need not worry I did what was needed to get you to saftey as for thawing out I have no clue how we are going to do that. what do you normally do to heat up." Shawn turned to pacific and the person that had healed him to see if they had an idea

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Pacific was having a hard time understanding the fire-girl. At least he could make out that she felt bad about what had just happened and she needed heat to get back to full strength.

Pacific pulled out a lighter. It probably wouldn't be enough to power her up fully, but it would help. He started a flame and put it under the girl's hand. Hopefully, this would help warm her up.

"So, do you have a name? I'm Mr. Pacific, the leader of the Night Hawks."

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