BUSHIN :: Main Page (Accepting & Open)

'Alexius' clenched his teeth, though he seemed very calm, he knew that if they find the real one then his plans will go up in flames, he silently produced a serrated knife from his cloak. He coughed from the smoke, as a few smoke bombs that he had planted earlier, blew up. Obscuring each others view and he slipped out, headed towards the control room.

Isabelle had arrived on the scene several minutes before Jin, shoving her way through the crowd. Felix followed close behind her, his rifle cocked and loaded in his hands. Meanwhile, Caleb was panting in the hallway from leading them there, and was busy evacuating the employees of P.A.N.D.O.R.A. out of the hallway. From above them, the blaring of sirens continued, indicating that the intruder was still in the facility. Isabelle stood in front of the armory to assess its damage when Jin arrived. "Armory looks like it's been completely smoked from the inside and-"

Suddenly, a detonation went off. More smoke immediately flooded the hallway and dimmed out all the lights. Isabelle coughed from the sudden attack, swatting the smoke as she blindly groped for her surroundings. "Felix?! Jin?! Caleb?! Where are you guys? Report, stat!"  She cried out, rubbing her smarting eyes from the smoke. Unable to see her surroundings anymore, Isabelle staggered into the armory, trying to find the emergency switch for the sprinklers. "Anyone copy?! Answer me!" She had a nagging feeling in her gut that this intruder was much craftier than they seemed. 

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Settled in the control room, Rachel was soon wheeled to the center of the room where a headset and various technological equipment awaited her. She quickly donned on the headset and leaned back into her wheelchair. The huge dome screen before her suddenly lit up when the machine recognized her brainwave activity through the headset. "Welcome Agent Rachel. Please initiate your Arcane." 

Briefly shutting her eyes, Rachel activated her powers. The screen suddenly split into several panels, allowing the commander and his subordinates in the control room a view of her telescopic vision. From behind her, she could hear some of the techies swearing at the state of the armory and the chaos in the underground P.A.N.D.O.R.A. base. 

"Switch to Plan Zebra," their commander declared, sweeping a hand over the controls to get a closer view at the smoky armory. "and call for Code Charlie. We're not letting this intruder get out alive...!" A chorus of agreements echoed in the control room as the techies furiously alerted everyone on the base to follow their specific evacuation pattern and proceeded to seal off all exits and hallways. 

((Plan Zebra calls for the lock down of certain sectors in P.A.N.D.O.R.A's base and Code Charlie is a specific evacuation plan for everyone to evacuate the sectors mentioned in Plan Zebra. Without declaring Code Charlie, the people living/currently in the sectors mentioned in Plan Zebra will also be trapped.))

Fenris looked up at the blinking lights and listened to the blaring sirens as he blended into one of the groups evacuating but then the exits closed. ' Dammit' he though as he walked with the rest of the group in a seemingly hurried manner like the rest. He was so close to getting the information he needs. Though that wasn't his overall plan as he has a hidden smile under his false identity.  All he wanted to do as to fuel the flames a bit more, though just to be cautious he knows that he would have to lay low at some point to avoid getting caught if her makes it out. Sooner or later when no one was looking he switched his identity to Varien's so I case the members in the armory found his little present under the desk. By now he knew that the sedative was probably wearing off by now.
Fenris was looking for a way out as he wondered if he should get to the control room. He walked that way trying to avoid the cameras and the locked exits though as soon as he got near on of the control room a metal door slide closed behind him and he realized that he was trapped. He smiled as he did the one thing that was left for him to do ...wait.

Following Isabelle's voice into the armory, Jin coughed violently, the smoke flowing into his still injured body. Feeling his way along the wall, he finally found the switch for the sprinklers and slammed his fist into it. Dropping the honorifics, Jin hollered loudly over the sprinklers, "Isabelle! I got the sprinklers!" As the smoke cleared and the fires died out, the agents were left with a ruined armory, the walls charred and the contents of the room blackened. Walking over to inspect the remains of some of the weaponry, he felt something squelch under his foot. Lifting it up, he saw blood pooling around his feet, but the blood wasn't his. Jin frantically scanned the room until his eyes set themselves upon a box under one of the desks. Pulling it out, he was introduced to a horrible sight, his comrade Alexius, burned horribly from the explosions. Dropping to his knees, he yelled, borderline screaming at what was left of Alexius, "Alexius! Answer me, Alexius!"

Isabelle's body tensed when Jin's voice pierced through the room and the sprinklers began to dissolve the fumes. "Jin what the h*ll are you-?!" Her holler was cut short when her eyes landed on the hunched form of Jin and their limp form of a familiar figure. The smoke began to clear, and she could clearly see who it was. Something in her stomach dropped and her gut coiled in cold fear. "No... Oh my god no no no no," she muttered, scrambling to her knees and crawling quickly over to the pair while the sirens continued to blare overhead. "Alexius stay alive, damn it!" She cried, her tears nearly brimming on her eyelids when she saw the burned form of him. Her vision blurred when she reached out to cradle his burned face, trying to find some sign of life. "God damn it, Alexius, THIS IS AN ORDER!" She screamed, hoping her voice would wake him up.

Caleb streaked through the door way, guiding the medics toward the trio. The medics tried to shove her aside to collect the body, but she growled and unhinged the gun from her hip, burying the muzzle into the medic's forehead. "Don't. Touch. Me." she seethed, tears streaming down her soot-filled face. Caleb swooped in to dispel the fight, laying a hand on her gun and tugged Isabelle away. "Isabelle, stop! They're just here to help!" He muttered fiercely, struggling to keep her at bay and disengage from Alexius. "Cool it, already! If you don't stop, Alexius could die!"

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As soon as the Code Charlie and Plan Zebra was laid into place, several members flooded into the main base of P.A.N.D.O.R.A., outfitted in battered military suits and suppression firearms capable of firing tranquilizer and anti-Arcane bullets. A large inactive pod was mounted on their backs. The leader of P.A.N.D.O.R.A gazed at the men and women approvingly, sweeping a hand over the crowd to initiate the order. "Find the intruder, ASAP! If you find anyone suspicious, tranquilize them and drag them to the cells. We'll deal with them from there... Dismissed!" A chorus of "Yes, Sir!" echoed in the control room and all of the militia quickly filed out of the room, splitting up into several groups to scout the area.

As they ran down the hallway, they would each encounter the large doors that sealed off the area. Due to Plan Zebra, their member authentication cards could not bypass and override the security. Instead, they switched on the device on their backs, the pod glowing blue and created a force field that surrounded each individual. When the force field finished solidifying, the militia barged through the door. Instead of bouncing off the heavy doors, they slipped through the five feet of metal and concrete with ease before running off. This was one of P.A.N.D.O.R.A's secret weapons: a pod infused with Arcane cells and allowed any non-Arcane host to pass through physical matter.

Jin stumbled out of the soot stained armory, his head hung in a downwards fashion, his eyes blank. He ignored the medics pushing past him and the worried cries of Isabelle and Caleb and kept walking, utilizing the wall to steady his unstable legs. A million thoughts were running through his mind, such as "What just happened? Why is everyone yelling? His mind wandered as he stumbled along until he fixated himself on something. If Alexius was in the armory, who was the Alexius I was talking to earlier? Snapping out of his fog, his eyes darted around the hallway, as if he was looking for someone. Soon, his walk turned into a run and he began sprinting throughout the hallways. His mind was flowing with dangerous thoughts as Jin wanted only one thing. He wanted to dismember the man that hurt Alexius in such a way, and above all, he wanted to destroy the person that made Isabelle cry. He ran through the hallways and didn't stop, searching for anyone that looked suspicious. In front of him, a metal door was sliding to close off the corridor. Jin mustered his energy and slid through the gap, barely making it. Panting, he slowed down and ascertained his position, which happened to be near the control room. Breathing deeply, he gripped his spear tightly and continued his rage induced hunt for the enemy.

"Well that's just great" Fenris murmured under his breath as he dodged the tranquilizer bullets that seemed to emerged from the walls. At first he might've thought that the HQ of P.A.N.D.O.R.A. had some pretty cool tech, until he saw the soldiers suits that allowed them to pass through objects. For a moment when they all stopped from running out of bullets he put his hands up, and turned into a face that many arcane's had seen...Amy. By the time one of the men came to put anti arcane handcuffs on him/her. The shapeshifter turned, grabbed a knife from his pocket and stabbed him, and exchanging the suit before throwing a smoke bomb and escaping the rest. Sadly though he didn't know that the suit ran on batteries. So by the time the suit failed he slammed face first into a wall before stumbling back, turning to see an opening and Jin. "Oh Hello"

Jin stopped in shock of the person he saw before him, Amy, the Arcane he had fought with before he had gotten injured. Blood rushed to his head as he leaped forward and slashed wildly with his spear, his anger controlling his movements. As he swung he yelled, "You did this! You destroyed our armory!" He kept swinging and swinging but his spear only touched air. Eventually, he stopped his worthless onslaught and distanced himself, feeling a sharp pain in his side. Clutching his ribs, he felt moist cloth, and upon inspection, he had realized he had ripped open his wound again. With a pained expression, he asked Amy, "Why? Why did you do it?"

Fenris/ Amy had a crazed grin on their face as he began to list out a list of names " Lina, Tony, Violet, Rose, Timmy. they paused before continuing " All good kids, wanted to fight for what they think was right, and you took all of their f***ing lives away" Fenis zoomed right towards Jin and kicked the area where the wound was and then going for a low sweep to trip the arcane, before kicking the same spot, before going up to pick him by the collar though his form was shorted then Jin " You killed every single one of them. So why shouldn't I"

Jin groaned in pain, his whole side bleeding furiously from the attacks that Amy had given him. He didn't recognize the names that she had listed, but he spat in her face in response, the blood sticking to her face. He felt lightheaded, and with what he just did, the situation didn't seem too bright either. Resigning himself to the situation, he said heavily, "I don't care if you kill me, but don't you dare lay a hand on my comrades."

"Oh that would sound great, but you know what will be better, if they get to see their own friend betray them instead." Through out that sentence what once was the appeared of Amy was now replaced with Jin's own as the double pushed him up and kicked him in the wound to the wall before disappearing out of the P.A.N.D.O.R.A base.

It was all a haze to her, thick grey clouds obscuring her vision as she continued to look around. To somehow find a way out of the thick fog that surrounded her. She felt a presence around her, like shadows. There was always this one shadow that she felt the need to follow. Voices echoed around her calling her name. She tried to reach for the figure that she was following, but as quickly as the figure appeared it disappeared, melding into the thick fog that surrounded her.  She continued to walk soon finding herself walking through a thick birch forest. The tree’s trunks reach so high that they seemed endless. To her it was like a home. She remembered the birch forest outside of her home when she was small. It was a place of safety a place to hide from her mother’s drunken rage. Her and her brother would always play in the forest.  She soon felt some sort of precipitation beginning to fall upon her.  She closed her eyes as she tilted her face up to catch the drops of water that poured down.  Until she felt it drop onto her cheek, it was warm. She brought her hand up to touch her cheek where the drop touched down. She brought her hand then a little higher into her view to see it red. She looked around at the ground the haze beginning to clear, the ground was bare, the grass long gone, and the dirt stained a dark red. She looked back up to see hundred of bodies impaled in various positions. Various cut and gashes that caused the blood to drip down on her. The rain grew and grew, until Amy felt she was covered in it. Then soon she felt like she was drowning in a sea of red.
The dream was cut short as she sat up in her room in the hospital. The environment around her blurred for a minute as she gained her bearing to realize where she was. She felt pain spike all over her body. She put her hand around her neck trying to feel where her hair was, realizing that they needed to cut off all her charred hair. Outside she heard a voice report to someone over a com. “She’s awake sir”
The doors slide open revealing a tall man clad in a specialist uniform. The man sat down, his posture seemed to be stiff. “Miss Ragghile” he said.
Amy shifted, her sides hurt. She was nervous, this man was a specialist from the way he talked and observed her, and she could tell that he was possibly apart of the extermination unit. He wasn’t an arcane, which made her think that she will be put down.  She remembered surfacing in and out of consciousness every few times hearing in on conversations through the thin walls. She knows about the increase of anti arcane protests. “What is it?” she asked.
The officer seemed to have detected her wariness as he gave her a small smile, which didn’t really help. “You don’t have to worry. I’m here to discuss with you a problem that was found after searching the remains of the damaged headquarters” he explained, his voice calm. “ We were searching around to find a few physical reports, hoping that either we recovered them or they were destroyed in the fire to prevent any information from being leaked”
Amy looked at the officer “ And I suppose you found a problem with that didn’t you?”
“Yes, we have discovered that yours and a few other arcanes information may have been stolen according to surveillance tapes during the attack. ” The officer said.
“And you want me to retrieve it.” She concluded, “What if I say no?” She asked him feeling a bit angry over how unable the rest of S.A.F.E.U. was unable to handle the situation during that time correctly. They must’ve found the thief by now, how hard could it be.
“Well you really don’t have a choice. If those files are revealed then it could pose a major problem. You and the other arcanes are not officially designated to have powers.  You are the ones who call for support, contributes to government meetings and such. Now how would be the population’s reaction affect you position? “ The officer said a hidden venom in his voice.
“Understood” Amy replied.
“ Good” the officer said “ One more thing. There will be a S.A.F.E.U. meeting starting in an half hour, I suggest you get ready to go.” The man knew about her injuries. Amy soon concluded that if he suggested that she go with the injuries that she has it must be important. She nodded.
The officer exited the room the door sliding closed behind him. Amy sighed as she leaned back carefully till she was staring up at the ceiling. She called the nurse in to help her get ready for the meeting.

Some distance away from the infirmary of the makeshift headquarters, a shirtless Kurt stood in the courtyard swinging what appeared to be a large wooden sword. Styled as a thick European zweihander, it looked to be twice as long and heavy as his usual sword. He swung it down in a downwards slash, repeating the motion over and over again, as to eliminate the unnecessary movement. "998...999...1000!" Kurt dropped the sword and it hit the ground with a dull thud as he himself fell in exhaustion. Regaining his breath, he ran his fingers across his stomach, tenderly touching the wound that Jin had inflicted on him previously. Due to Blake's healing, it closed up without a problem, but Kurt couldn't help but think about the skillful spearman. He examined his body closer and saw older, more faded scars. Many of them were bullet wounds, but there were a fair amount of cuts and gashes on his body. Lost in thought, he fell onto his back and looked at the sky, his vigor for practice restored. Intruding on his thoughts, a voice called out to him. Looking up, he saw an employee of the premise standing in front of him, arms crossed, and her foot tapping the ground. Shortly and quickly, the employee said, "There's going to be a meeting for your team in half an hour. Get ready." As she turned to leave, he added, "And hit the showers, you reek." Picking up his shirt and sword, Kurt toted his gear towards the nearest shower room to freshen up for the meeting, which he assumed would be important.

Like Amy, Blake was reclining in his hospital bed and recuperating from P.A.N.D.O.R.A's latest attack. As a close-ranged fighter, he suffered from Isabelle's constant firing and the debris that fell on him as they escaped out the window. He was practically covered head to toe with injuries and had an IV hooked up to him. But the deranged man paid no heed to his own wounds and merely laughed them off. Yet again, his hands were occupied with the string for a cat's cradle, but while bedridden, he had finished completing several new string arrangements with the help of his nurse.

In the middle of his current arrangement, a S.A.F.E.U. employee had barged in, albeit out of breath. "There is a meeting debriefing in a few minutes. Your team is required to be present."

This pulled a slight frown on the man's face, but he shrugged it off and stowed the string away into his hospital gown. "I can go in this, right?" The employee looked confused but reluctantly nodded anyway after taking in the state of the man's wounds. "See you there then!" He cried out cheerfully as the employee took off to relay the news to the rest of the base.

It took Blake a long time to get out of the medical ward, mainly because the nurses were fussing over his wounds reopening and attaching his IV. But he managed to wheel himself over to the meeting room and situated himself comfortably in the back. Several other teams were present, only a few of them were unscathed from P.A.N.D.O.R.A's recent attack. "Hey fellas! Everyone a-okay?" A few of them grunted at his energy, but most of them ignored the man anyway. From their long faces, this meeting wasn't going to go so well.

Kurt briskly strolled into the briefing room, his shirt buttoned-up halfway and his hair still wet from his shower. He greeted the commanding officer and engaged in conversation with the fellow teams. The people that seemed to have ignored Blake had a jolly time talking to Kurt, his amiable smile and proper decorum setting off numerous conversations. Within the minute, a group of people had gathered around Kurt, asking him about a plethora of things, such as the attack on S.A.F.E.U and many other things. Kurt responded happily to them, a smiled plastered on his face, with responses such as, "How did I not get injured like Blake? I'm just lucky I guess!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the female S.A.F.E.U. agent that had told him to come to the meeting. Seeing this as a good opportunity to have a little fun, he said a momentary goodbye to his new buddies and walked over to the wall that she was leaning on. Seeing Kurt coming towards her, she began to lecture him, "What are you doing over here? Go sit down, the meeting's about to start."

Coming even closer, he slammed his palm against the wall, creating a loud slam that filled the room. All of the eyes in the room turned to the two agents that were against the wall, and the silence ensued. Leaning in, Kurt lowered his voice and spoke, his forehead almost against his counterpart's. Sneaking in a glance at her name tag, he decided to address her by name to get her prepared for what what about to happen. "Claire, the meeting can always wait.... in my mind, there's always time for you.

With this line reverberating in her ears, her face went hot and the tips of her ears went red, her face blushing furiously. Her skin stood on end from the soft, yet dangerous tone that his voice carried. Surprised at the things she was hearing, Claire turned away from Kurt, pulling a small lock of hair behind her ear out of nervousness. Seeing the samurai lean over her, she uttered, "W-What are you talking about?! I don't like you at all." Finally noticing the pairs of eyes burrowing into her head, she exclaimed nervously, "Kurt, everyone's watching, aren't you going to stop now?"

"No." Kurt replied flatly. He had a pained expression on his face and tears began to well in it eyes. "Don't you know how much it hurts? How much it hurts right here?" He gestured towards his chest and clutched his shirt. "Not being able to love because I'm an arcane... It's not fair." He took her chin with his thumb and forefinger and lifted it up, whispering to her, "Even though I'm an arcane... Won't you love me?" With this line, all the people in the room held their breath, and awaited her response.

Looking Kurt in the eyes, she smiled at him and her eyes began to water as she replied softly, "Yes." Kurt began to lean in for a kiss, and he could faintly feel her breath upon his face. However, he pulled away at the last second, and proclaimed, "Alright guys, show's over! If you want to see more, you gotta pay up." Stunned by the sudden turn of events, everyone's chin hit the ground and and it took a second to comprehend the madness that Kurt had just constructed. As if by magic, the room erupted in boos and curses. The girls went to comfort Claire, who was just played by Kurt like a drum and the guys began to reprimand him for his seemingly playboy attitude.