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Christopher J. Richardson

These People are scared, I'll protect them to the best of my ability.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Sambea, as played by Abraxas_Axis

Description

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ImageName:
Christopher James Richardson

Age:
28

Affiliation:
Police

Rank:
1st LT

Sex:
Male

Height:
6' 1"

Weight:
190lbs

Hair:
Brown and short

Eye color:
Dark brown

Personality:
Chris Evans has a kind and noble heart. The kind of heart you'd imagine a knight of old would have. Strong. Protective. Weathering through strife and crisis. Calm and collected. He's never the first to speak, but when he does it's something to be heard. He thinks things through several times over, strategizing before he ever makes a move. He's very thorough and he understands people. Chris is a very sweet man, but very stern. He's polite, but knows that sometimes polite is not what's needed.





Main Weapon


Heckler & Koch Model 417

Variant:
Recce (16" barrel - standard and accurized)

Weight:
4.05 kg [8.9 lbs] (16 inch barrel)

Length:
905 / 985 mm (16" barrel, stock collapsed/extended)

Barrel Length:
406 mm (16 in) accurized
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Cartridge:
7.62x51mm NATO

Action:
Gas-operated, rotating bolt

Rate of Fire:
600 rounds/min

Muzzle Velocity:
750 m/s (16 in)

Feed System:
10 or 20 round detachable box magazine
Optional 50 round drum magazine

Sights:
Accessory diopter/rotary or optics




SubWeapon

ImageGlock 18
This machine pistol-class firearm has a lever-type fire-control selector switch, installed on the serrated portion of the rear left side of the slide. With the selector lever in the bottom position, the pistol will shoot fully-automatic, and with the selector lever in the top position, the pistol will fire semi-automatically. The firearm is typically used with an extended 33-round capacity magazine, although other magazines from the Glock 17 will also function, with available capacities of 10, 17, or 19 rounds.





Equipment

Gloves:
Lean ergonomic cut and pre-curved design follows the contours of the ā€œrelaxedā€ hand for greater dexterity and less bulk when clutching objects. Double-layered palm and reinforced fingertips provide improved grip and greater durability. Genuine materials such as DuPontā„¢ KEVLARĀ® and NOMEXĀ® and high-quality treated leathers ensure maximum performance and no-melt, no-drip protection. Strategically placed molded foam or hard-shell plates protect the back of the hand. Low-profile nylon loop on cuff allows easy donning and attachment to caribiners.

10 in. Boots:
Athletic Fit, Lightweight, Leather, Fabric Boot designed for Law Enforcement Professionals.

Kevlar Vest:

ā€¢ Padded hawktex sniper shoulder on both sides for a fully ambidextrous vest

ā€¢ Simple tri-glide shoulder buckles enable a four inch torso length adjustment from shoulder to waist of 21" - 24"

ā€¢ Side adjustment straps with elastic keepers allow girth adjustment of 38" up to 66"

ā€¢BlackhawkĀ® side release buckles on front closure for fast and secure donning of the vest, in addition to #9ykkĀ® zipper

ā€¢Large, secure, zippered interior accessory pockets on both front panels measure 8.5" high x 10" deep

ā€¢Large internal pocket on inside back holds hydration reservoirs up to 100 oz.

ā€¢Belt loops secure the vest bottom to the operatorā€™s belt, providing stability when accessing gear and security during operations

ā€¢Heavy duty carry drag handle allows for operator evacuation if injured

ā€¢ S.T.R.I.K.E.Ā® webbing on back for mounting additional pouches or tactical equipment

Thigh Harness:

ā€¢Made of 1000 denier NyTaneonā„¢ nylon lined with closed cell foam

ā€¢ IVSā„¢ back panel for increased ventilation and added comfort

ā€¢ Adjustable Lid Design on most pouches to fully secure each device

ā€¢ Divider for silent and quick access

ā€¢ Triple pistol mag pouches are fully adjustable for tall or short mags and the cuff holds (2) sets of standard cuffs

ā€¢ Elastic rubberized leg straps for stability and comfort

ā€¢ Drainage grommets in the bottom of pouches

ā€¢ Slotted webbing; adjustable and removable belt hanger, non-slip leg straps, and belt loops allow for four different configurations.

History:
Chris grew up in a backwoods town where logging was a major commodity, to a father who was a lieutenant in the Army and a mother who was a nurse. His father was later killed in combat when the military hadn't yet become nearly as automated as it would be later. From then on, Chris changed as a child, he matured mentally. He pushed himself hard for the rest of his life, pushing his body to the limit through physical exertion and excelling in his school work as well. He may not have been a straight A student, but he earned a steady 3.9 GPA. In his teen years, he took up work in the sawmill, as an edger whose primary function is to produce boards with parallel sides and to remove the wane or rounded bark edges from the boards as they come from the head saw.

On a number of occasions, he's ran into Hezekiah Black, who he generally regarded as a father-figure. He and Hezekiah have a very fond, albeit playful and joking nature towards each other. Each share a very quiet disposition, indeed, he was at Hezekiah's wedding ceremony as a witness. In high school, he was still keeping his grades up high, but he never had a direction of where to go. That was until he achieved a college football scholarship for being the best defensive linemen for the past 30 years for the football team, earned from sixth all the way to twelfth grade, elected to be the next Deacon Jones. But for all his hard work in his sports, be it football, swim team, or his superb academics--he startled everyone when he decided to join the Army. leaving his mother heartbroken when he wouldn't change his mind.

Like his father, Chris achieved the rank of 1st Lieutenant becoming platoon leader. He advanced through the military with the same vigor that he had when in high school. The military unsurprisingly seemingly a natural fit for the young Chris. When he joined at 18, he was drafted in the 101st Airborne, 187th Battle Group-Infantry but he quickly moved up into being a full-fledged RANGER. In a strange and iconic twist a similar scenario went down as in the early 1990's Battle of Mogadishu, or as it was then popularly coined "Black Hawk Down" Chris's transport was shot down by insurgents and dissidents. In the conflict, Chris earned several medals including the purple heart, Bronze and Silver stars, The Distinguished Service Cross and The Distinguished Service Medal. But it was a costly battle, to not only to retrieve the bodies of his comrades, but also access codes for launching biological weapons.

When he returned home finally when Chris's two back to back tours of duty were finished, he was twenty five. When Chris arrived back home, he was different and everyone could see it. Something had changed him, it took a piece of the vibrant man he was but, regardless of how melancholic he was, he would not be dissuaded when he applied to be a police officer in the simple town he grew up in. Things only got worse from there, the global shut down caused by a virus, sent people into a panic. Riots sprung up everywhere when panicked civilians demanded to know what was happening and their answers went unheard. The damage, and looting could hardly be contained and things took a turn for the more violent, now the people he defended with his life, he now had to stop and protect who he could wherever he could.

So begins...

Christopher J. Richardson's Story

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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Vincent nodded and took off, running as fast as he could towards the door, not caring what lay beyond. As he ran, he fired wildly over his shoulder into what sounded like the general direction of the remaining vampires. The gun felt hot in his hand, and he suddenly realized he hadnā€™t been counting his shots since the beginning of thisā€¦situation. He turned to look back and saw bright flashes of light flickering around the undulating creature. Gunfire? He wondered, and looked back just in time to see a snarling vampire lunge at him. He did a sloppy duck-and-roll, haphazardly firing into the stomach of the beast as it flew over him. It howled and black blood sprayed onto Vincentā€™s face and hair. Gritting his teeth in disgust while using his forward momentum to quickly recover from his slide, he sprinted the rest of the way and into the blinding light of the portal.

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Solinus Sea

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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#, as written by Faithy
Immediately finding herself on a beach, Gabrielle turned around and watched as the first wave of the Sabbat burst into dust. Smirking, she knew this was the perfect plan, though her expression faltered when some of them were suddenly wearing black plate armor of some kind. Well, that certainly wasnā€™t part of the plan. Biting on her bottom lip, the mutant just shrugged and geared up for war. It could be worse after allā€¦ this place could be dark and snowy. At least one thing was going right in her plan. However, when the bodyguard shut the door to the dimension, which ironically was in a cavern near the beach, she grunted and pulled out a card as he rolled a huge rock to block the door.

ā€œDamn it, no. The entire reasoning for me to rush out here was for them ALL to follow me to protect the patrons in the bar.ā€ Charging the card, she threw it at the rock, causing it to explode. Stepping to the door, she yanked it open and stared at those left. ā€œYou all were ordered to bring me back, right? Stop being pussies and come on then!ā€ Moving back, she grabbed more cards and hoped that they would get past the armor that several were wearing.

ā€œYou guys werenā€™t supposed to follow me.ā€ Gabby added, shaking her head as she started throwing charged cards at the Sabbat before reaching down to her pants and pulling out a hidden pure silver bladed dagger. She could multitask like the best of them and planned on throwing charged cards and stabbing if necessary.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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"Sorry, Boss Lady," John said apologetically, "but the one drow person said that if you got hurt she'd... do bad things to me." He shivered. "Sorry, but I'm here to make sure you won't get hurt, and I'll do it right and make sure you don't die!"

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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#, as written by Sepokku
Water lapped on the shores, three undead monsters staring down a minotaur and a mutant. The Sabbat faced their enemies, standing in a triangle, the Vampire that was closest to the two spoke.

"Well, girl. You're pretty canny, how unfortunate for you. Caine isn't going to be happy about all this. Listen up, if you know whats good for you, lie down and let's get this over with."

"Stop being pussies and come on then!ā€ The mutant girls's words would rouse the ire of the three before her, but the Sabbat left in the bar were either in full retreat, or entirely lost to the Beast Within. Slowly, they were all being cut down by the Scourge or the motley militia of gunfire and hairworm.

"I'm afraid we're the only ones needed to corral you and bring you back." The triangle of Sabbat laughed to each other, a quiet inside joke.

The rear two Sabbat sprinted forward, each one grabbing the front Vampire's hands, and getting tossed over Bovinesque. The lead Vampire then sprinted at St. John, crashing into him full force, aiming for his center of gravity. The other two soared beautifully and terribly through the air, landing in unison at either side of Gabby, one aiming for her head with a swipe and the other trying to kick her feet out from under her.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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"Becca, Becca, You have to get up. There are still hostiles," called Ducky through the white clouds of pain rolling Becca's eyes back into her head.

She'd landed a few meters up and shattered her legs then promptly rammed the shoulder with holes in it into the ground. After forcing herself to find which way was up Becca stood up through stabbing pain and clutched the knitting shoulder. The cracked bones reknit in her legs soon enough but replacing flesh in her shoulder took longer. After the Almanac reconnected she realized she was way the fuck off target explaining the sudden drop. Psychoports translating across rogue gates apparently were not advised. Somewhere in a different section of the planet Jinhai hadn't wandered to yet by the confused looks around she felt Ducky making. That meant no quick port off of this side like in Wing City. No point of reference for dadworm in the Almanac. There was an odd sense of vertigo not just from her nausea but being in an isolated subset of the Almanac.

Ducky saw her putting her wits back together the soft voice a calming camaraderie to her nerves, "I think they're over the next rise behind us. There's noise. It fits for the psychoport being straight out and over too far across the hill."

Becca looked at the ground full of dead grass underneath her but there was that strange feeling of someone staring at her. A hollow of eyes set not with disapproval but frustration at a lack of training options. Creep-sensei was really starting make her worried at what her new heart brought with it. It had to wait so she pushed the thought away to check on why she wanted to be here in the first place.

Jinhai were following the lady's sister across town as best they could. Servitors trying to deliver a vault. Not exactly hunters it was really easy to stay out of their reach but a bit harder to stay out of their notice given how many there were in Wing city. Dozens of them clustered somewhere underground in the almanac looking to find something again as four slowly toted a Vault in the general direction. Sounded like this lady's sister. With Ducky in her head they both wondered if it was on purpose or not with the vampires around. They'd meet a twenty-four many three stories tall if she stayed in one place under threat long enough for all of them to catch up.

That settled her offbeat steps pounded specks of withered grass blades as she started up the rise. Someone talking on the other side. Though it hurt to lean into a jog the giant bull man's horns were kinda conspicuous once at the top. It did stall her for a moment as she wondered if it was wise for those two guys to be leaping at someone with pikes on his head. One step further down the hill she picked up the pace running at the rear guard a warm throb in one leg at the strain of every impact. Blades of grass wither to brown which left a rustle of leaves and footsteps. Two quiet if eagerly grinding hands and glowing patina eyes rush forward intent to ram her palm into his black armor.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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Vincent burst out of the door and was immediately confronted by the strong scent of sea water. He heard a girl yelling, but he was too dazed by the sudden dimensional change to notice what was going on. He stumbled off to the side and shut his eyes, knowing that the effect would fade soon. He heard some snarling laughter, and then the sound of running feet crunching on the damp sand.
He blinked away the strange pressure he felt on the back of his eyes every time he switched to a different dimension and stood unsteadily. Narrowing his eyes to focus them, he saw three vampires fighting a strange girl and a minotaur in a manner that was completely contrary to the other vampires back in the bar. These vampires were clad in a black armor, made of a material Vincent had never seen before, and they fought gracefully, with purpose and precision.
He made a split decision to assist the two strange fighters, and sprinted towards the battle. As he ran, he heard a unsettling growling noise approaching quickly from behind him, and was surprised to be quickly passed by the shape-shifting creature back in the bar. He laughed and let out a short cheer as she rushed by him towards the elite vampires, watching as she rammed into one of the vampires, knocking him off balance.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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#, as written by Faithy
ā€œHnnā€¦ā€ Gabby just shook her head towards John, not sure what to think about his words. She wasnā€™t a fighterā€¦ that was her mother and Renee, but she was tired of people hurting her and trying to kidnap her. However, she didnā€™t want to be the cause of anyone else dying if she could help it. ā€œDonā€™t die on my behalf.ā€ The mutant managed just as one of the black clad Vampireā€™s spoke to her. Smirking, she just rolled her eyes at the notion of lying down and getting it over with.

ā€œIā€™m a LeBeau. We donā€™t just lay down and roll over for anyone.ā€ Despite not being a fighter, the blood of Gambit ran through her veins and she wasnā€™t about to be taken again. Her eyes rolled a second time at their overly confident words and her fingers twitched a moment around the handle of her dagger while she started to charge a card. She knew that if things got too hairy, she could utilize the other abilities she was born with, but didnā€™t want to unless it was utterly vital.

ā€œIā€™ll be sure to send pieces of you back to Caine.ā€ Gabby snapped out her words just as two of the three were tossed over the bodyguardā€™s head while the third was intent on smashing into the minotaur. No longer able to focus on him, she instead tried to remember what little training she had gotten in close combat and squeaked as she attempted to dodge both the body parts coming towards her frame. While she managed to block the swipe to the head, she didnā€™t get above the sweep to her feet. Landing on her back, the teen cursed loudly, but instead of just lying there, flipped herself around and back to her feet all the while throwing cards at the two Sabbat that were attacking her. She also sliced towards one of them with the dagger, though she wasnā€™tā€™ sure whether or not it would pierce the armor.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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The vampire charged towards John full on, and John barely managed to set his feet and put up his arms when the vampire crashed into him.
There was the sounds of crashing metal, and the vampire bounced off of John, landing on the ground. John looked just as surprised as the rest of them, looking down at himself and saying, "Huh. Didn't know I could do that."

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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#, as written by Sepokku
It is said by the Archbishops that govern most Sabbat that the final days are near, and soon the predecessors would rise from their sleep and devour all the lesser Cainites. The thought made the Sabbat desperate, and desperation makes you do crazy things, such as three Vampire having a showdown in broad daylight on the beach shore against a Mutant, a Minotaur, and a Hairworm. Even should they succeed, there was no guarantee their armor would hold until they got out of the sunlight, or that they could return to the bar safely.

As such, the Sabbat fought with desperate fervor. The first Cainite slammed into the Minotaur, getting thrown back by his bestial strength; thrown right into the eagerly grinding claws of the Hairworm hybrid. It writhed, struggling to right itself and make eye contact with the hybrid. Eyes of patina stared back at the Vampire, as it attempted to delve into the girl's mind and control her from the inside. That was where it saw something horrible and alien. Something so ancient as to create a terror that sent the Undead's heart metaphorically racing, and to cause it to lose focus on the shadowy armor keeping it alive. All at once the armor simply evaporated, and the Vampire burst into flames with an agonized yelp before turning to dust and being lost in the sand.

The two Cainites that had been launched at Gabby were fairing better, managing to catch most of the cards with their extremities where their Vitae could quickly restore wounds. However at the death scream of their fallen brethren, one hesitated for just a moment and had a silver dagger plunged into its leg. Where the silver hit and immediately surrounding the wound, the armor dissipated and the Vampire's leg began to burn in the sunlight.

With a howl, that Cainite dropped to one knee, eyes wild and leg all but ash halfway down the thigh. Its right arm grossly distended with muscle, Vitae pumping strength into an already inhumanly strong monster. With a resounding thud, it brought its fist down directly on the sand in front of it, creating a shockwave that sent sand flying into the air and creating an impromptu sandstorm.

Their shadows were stronger when not in direct sunlight, and the shade created by the sandstorm elicited a throaty chuckle from the still standing Sabbat. "Blessed is he who kills the sun. Ehehehe, you and that Cammy bitch, Akshasha been real chummy lately, huh? We'll be sure to send her your hands when we're done with ya." His armor took on a spiked, thorny appearance as it had more shadows to work with, and he pulled a leg back to plant it directly into Gabby's side.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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#, as written by Faithy
Gabby heard Johnā€™s words and although she didnā€™t witness what had happened, the sounds indicated that he had been thrown backwards away from the Minotaur. What happened to it afterwards wasnā€™t pleasant to anyone watching, but thankfully she was busy with her own battle to see anything. The stench was enough to make her figure something had happen and that meant there was two left and four of them. Those were good odds in her mind. As her dagger found purchase in one of the Sabbatā€™s leg, she smirked and watched as part of the leg had turned to ash. Yes! They were making headway! Her excitement dissipated the moment the Cainite slammed his fist into the ground, sending sand up into the air to cover the sun.

Shit. There goes my plan B. Her eyes narrowed as she realized that she could no longer use the abilities that her mother gave her. Shifting her attention towards the still standing sandstorm, Gabrielle narrowed her eyes at his words.

ā€œYeah, that shit ainā€™t happening!ā€ Gabby snarled and twirled the dagger around her fingers and started to formulate another attack just as the Sabbatā€™s armor took on a thorny appearance. That caught her off-guard and before she knew it, the leg planted hard against her side. Gasping, she stumbled backwards as agony surged through her body. She struggled forward and attempted to plant the now charged dagger somewhere in the bastardā€™s body, wanting to make it and him explode, though she was less sure of it working than she had been earlier.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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As pained footfalls of a hungry girl in the blue hoodie neared a Sabbat to strike him the one that leaped at a minotaur lost a battle of might. Thrown backward at speed Becca turned a wide eye planting hurried steps to slow momentum as they clashed in a loud whump throwing her to her back on the ground the creature facing away atop her. Wrestling with the black plated creature he turned with a piercing gaze looking deeply into her. A part of her felt elated, pleased by the contact, but more one rising in sympathy to another. Then his face slacked in horror darting up and to the distance a grinding hand of moving sharp teeth reaching upward to swipe at him.

~~~

What the Sabbat saw in that moment a panic of going one's reach gone a step too far down into bottomless patina eyes. What ought to form the floor of her Lie ripped away and replaced with something else, not darker, but deeply empty. Past the plans of gunmetal gears, the broken husks of places of abominations that once were, and over the bulwark created by the Angel Ophaniel crossed only by the journey of 2500 years. A point of no return created to contain the tides of a place where light failed to contain a deep loyalty to Mankind where they'd created a deep hunger for the end of the Aether. In that drawing hunger the Sabbat's point of control fell faster still than even a corrupted astral tether could pull against among riotous storms beyond the bulwark. Waterspouts of inky fluid and trundling gears sent an eternal tide at weakening Ophaniel backwashed through the link into the Sabbat mind.

All sides buoying a drowning soul into a false image of its last frozen moment within an inner reality twisted by a cancer of willpower in gear and void. Ground and light in that place now gone nothing but withered grass sparse among dunes of grey ash alit from all directions suppressing all shadow. Sun gone or blotted out by twitching clouds in this place the light no elemental force but a controlled awareness devoid of light or shadow in hostile ticking from all corners. Becca's own face held into a moment of anger and though his hand around her throat pressed her into some metal relief inside a ash drift. A delicate clockwork heresy writ in red brass and stained glass depicted the death of Aetherkind in careful metal curves that cradled her body.

A clinking of gears in the distance over once grassy hills lurked as the astral tether frayed. Whirlwinds of moving funnels of wrath spinning long gunmetal chains ending in long barbed spears. Like some twisted circus ride as tall as a sky they screamed among screeching chains spinning along with the funnel's wrath. Until one stopped for a moment, just for him, a single spear headlong to the Sabbat the brass screeching among crying souls floating in midair.

Screaming came from each skewered soul a machination of howling along flashes of a Necropolis ringed in tall watchtowers deep within the Black Storm, "Etiam Deum, ut moriatur."

~~~

Becca saw him sit bolt upright and the black armor collapse inward with the Sabbat's chest then outward from his back. A sickening crunch and jerk as his body went slack the broken husk leaking cobalt ichor from holes for eyes. Though with the failure of his black armor his chest exploded from sunlight turned the vampire to ash. At least she figured that's what it was. Though there was that sense she'd missed something. A distant noise in a single instant she couldn't grip, as Ducky was curiously silent looking backward through her hair, and the Vampire had looked at something too just behind her. The ash left by the vampire made some weird angular pattern among the sand in grey and blue as she looked around.

There wasn't time to consider it as jeans swung around to get up. A leg with growing fragility shot a painful reality up her knees and hips pushing the thought further away. Then she stumbled out of the imprint as the other created a mini earthquake to make a small dust storm. At her left the imprint seemed almost indolent and sat unmoved by impulsing shadow but there was more than enough free sand on this beach to make it really damn dark. As Ducky's thoughts crossed with her own it helped hold back the pain though it left her with a strange notion.

The mixed female voice rung with a resonant quality, "Said by one who does know as much as they think what Aetherkind used the sun to contain."

A small hud appeared in Becca's view as the concordance slowly understood how to communicate with the foreign cortical hardware attached to her eyes and requisite implants. Red lines complained to an image of herself of vast minor and severe fractures attended with various uncomfortably long timers attached though some of it in unrecognizable language. Okay so she'd pushed her body even with Ducky in a smidge too far. Apparently some of it she didn't even understand yet was damaged, probably. She worried a bit about Ducky with the exhaustion she felt in her head but the things had to go.

Becca shot forward in seeing the ashen leg of one Sabbat intent on reaching into the draining wound. Good leg forward for stability, and to cover the fractured one, bent low with an eye upward to defend with a forearm as hands reached to grasp the bone. Hoping she could by widen the hole with her tearing hands fairly sure Ductu was still strong enough to hew some of it out of his tasty meat by force.

The setting changes from Solinus Sea to Gambit's Bar

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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There was a crash of glass, and the vampire started screaming. His skin smoked and burned. Soon he was nothing but a burned husk.
Christopher J. Richardson stepped out from behind his cover, along with the rest of his troop of Terran police officers. One carried a bundle of holy water flasks. "Thank God Jimmy was able to get 'em in time," one officer murmured to his friend, referring to the errand boy on the force.
Christopher walked up to the group on worn and weary warriors - a very mixed group of minotaurs, drow, mutants, humans and hairworms. He flashed them his badge. "Christopher J. Richardson, 1rst Lieutenant of the Terran Police Force. I'd like to question the proprietor of this establishment, and any who were involved in this attack."

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Gabrielle blinked at Beccaā€™s assessment of what had happened, but couldnā€™t formulate an actual response, so she just ended up shrugging a bit while learning about the Jinhai. It made her curious as to why her sister was avoiding them and also very suspicious of what kind of trouble her darling sibling had gotten into. ā€œHrnā€¦ maybe sheā€™s not just evading them. Maybe sheā€™s evading others and just happen to be doing it to them too.ā€ Gabby grumbled and rubbed her forehead with her blood hand, smearing the red stuff throughout her brunette locks.

Finally reaching the actual portal part of the cave, she was glad it led them to Gambitā€™s and perhaps more importantly was thankful to see it was still standing. Sure, there was plenty of issues to fix, but at least it wasnā€™t going to be yet another major overhaul. Not quite realizing she was standing almost in the way of everyone coming through the door, Gabby sort of shuffled off to the side as blood continued to pour from her side and shoulder. The pain was nothing more than a dull roar, just like the sound in her head.

ā€œMmmā€¦ steakā€¦ weā€™ve got plenty of flavors.ā€ Her comment wasnā€™t necessary directed towards Becca threatening to eat the vampireā€™s, but the notion of having some real cow steak, something she hadnā€™t had since she was young. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, Gabrielle managed to focus on what was going on at the moment just in time to see the vampire smoking and burning. Shrugging apathetically, the mutant found a chair and slid into it, leaning back against the wall with a shuddering breath just as one of the cops stated he wanted to talk to them.

ā€œDudeā€¦ you have no jurisdiction here. While I appreciate your boys jumping in, we donā€™t want to be questioned.ā€ She muttered her words before running her blood fingers through her hair a second time. ā€œThe name is Gabrielle LeBeau and Iā€™m one of the bosses of Gambitā€™s.ā€

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A great emerald beam of light suddenly shot towards the sky and made contact with Sol,
coming from somewhere deep within the Collenham Mountains, elsewhere on Aslund.

Sol and Terra seemed tethered together by a thin, bright, green string.

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What Sabbat weren't slaughtered, fled, leaving only a few too weak to escape or that had been put into torpor. Akshasha's inhuman nature was on full display by now, the Beast burning in her gaze and fangs on full display. She didn't care, it had been a long night and she was both hungry and annoyed.

Gabby returned, more than a little injured and for some reason that Akshasha didn't quite understand, she found herself irate. The minotaur hadn't done his job as a bouncer, even after she had explicitly told him to.

Three of the Sabbat were impaled through the heart with a piece of rebar that she'd torn out of the ground, putting them in torpor. A police officer tried to pour holy water on them, which prompted the Drow to rush over and block it with her hand which bubbled and burned upon contact. "These are MINE!" She hissed angrily, "Im taking them back to the Camarilla for questioning." Satisfied that the police wouldn't try to intervene again, the huntress darted over to Gabby.

"You're reckless.... I like it. Curare." An emerald light enveloped Akshasha's hands as she went about magically tending to Gabrielle's wounds. One Christopher J. Richardson approached, demanding to question Gabrielle. The Vampire just turned and hissed at him, fire in her eyes.

"That's the trouble with you KINE!" She spat the last word out, like it was a swear, "Always showing up last second, pretending you saved the day and demanding recompense. Back down, or I'll introduce your gullet to my darling sword. Better yet... Make a move, I'm terribly thirsty..."

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Becca hobbled over to one of the stools at the bar nearest the lieutenant then sat down. Muscled both cheered and complained shuddering her eyes trying to get settled and balanced just right. As soon as she finally got her leaden feet to rungs her face stiffened Ducky thinking she was sitting in the chairs they'd come from. Blessed respite from her fractured bones interrupted by a reallocation of interest in maintaining Becca's strength. She let Gabby say hello to the police it was better that way anyhow.

Slammed open eyes arc backward slowly falling away from upright as Becca's numb voice made the effort to alert Ducky, "Ducky! ducky! Falling over! Ah!"

Ducky reprioritized quickly enough Becca could catch the bar and reseat though with a periodic look up to the left, "Ah, Hi, Officer. Not real sure what started it but the... tainted humankind? Really what you call them, Ducky? Anyway, the vampires started attacking the whole bar while I was sitting her eating with Ducky. She cohabitated I think she called it? You can't really talk to her right now she's keeping me from bleeding to death. We started ah disarming the fuckers then followed Gabby out to some lake in bumfuck nowhere. Uh, disposed a little of the others and some blew up with the sunrise. The other I stabbed to death with his own rib cage. The thing's on the counter probably the only bit that's ever seen sun. One just kinda stroked out in horror then fuggin exploded. Kinda hilariuRRrhhhhhG!"

Her cradled arm made a correction as Ducky pulled the shattered radius and ulna back into mostly one piece. The bone now knitting together with the efforts of her forsaken heart. Becca just whimpered softly as her whole body ached and mind turned pain white for a moment gathering her wits while the angry vampire lady yelled at the police officer. A still mostly-broken hand twitched in muscular spasm a tear running down her cheek from pain prioritized back to her mind as something less important than recovery.

One patina eye looked up to Akshasha the salty-mouthed hacker had a few choice words, "Ngh. H-Hey! They're good folks keeping your clientele coming in safe in spite of that creepy fucker fuze or whatever his name blowing up half the department with a blood bomb. He's still out there looking for Ducky and me. They gotta take care of what ain't in here unless you want to."

She eyed the man looking over the remaining cops, "Any casualties with heads still attached? I can probably get a Jinhai to come glue-em back together again."

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"Well, greetings Miss LeBeau," Christopher said. "Now, I'd just like to-"
He was cut off midsentence as the woman tending his wounds began shouting at him. He stepped back, putting a hand to the hilt of his taser. "I must ask you to not do that, ma'am," he said carefully. "Assaulting a police officer is against the law, and it could land you in prison."
He then turned to a girl with patina eyes who chewed out the woman and then turned to him and spilled the beans. Then she gave out a large groan and dropped to her knees.
He started. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked, kneeling down.
While that stuff was going on, John slid over to Akshasha and Gabby. "Hey guys," he said, with a casual nod. He turned to Gabrielle. "How ya doing there, Miss Gabrielle?"

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  1. Jeez, nobody in the MV really seems to like the cops so much... :T

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Her head was pounding and she wanted everyone to just shut the hell up. Groaning, Gabrielle placed her head down on the table and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the others get whatever they wanted out despite how badly she wished they would just hush up and go back to drinking or whatever they were doing before the fighting started. Eyes slid open at Akshashaā€™s words and she knew she needed to say what she had been told, but couldnā€™t find the words lost in her muddled brain. Hell, she was so out of it, she hadn't even realized that the Vampire was different than last time she saw her.

ā€œDamn itā€¦ā€ She just muttered as the Vampire came over to start healing her wounds before hissing at Richardson. The last thing she needed was more fighting, especially with cops being involved. She fought to formulate the words needed to calm the situation down, but the only thing she could think of at that moment was how she really wanted a steak and mountain dew. That definitely wouldnā€™t help the situation, but it sure did sound tasty. As she was trying to push beyond the food dancing around in her mind, Becca spoke up and basically explained what had happened. Thankful for that, she just nodded in agreement and gave a simple thumbs up before groaning when Becca told Akshasha off. Her head was pounding hardcore and she just leaned over a nearby trashcan, throwing up all over again.

ā€œJust stopā€¦. stopā€¦ stopā€¦ STOP!ā€ Gabby shouted and forced herself to sit up, glaring at nothing in particular as she peered around at Becca, Akshasha and then Christopher. ā€œYou cops have no jurisdiction in this bar, so I suggest you not threaten any of my patrons again. Akshasha, donā€™t hurt the damn policeā€¦ they did help out. Becca, get better. Now, ask your questions or get a drink and stop arguingā€¦ā€ She dropped her head back down again, groaning as she fought to keep from upchucking anymore.

ā€œIā€™ve been better, Johnā€¦ Iā€™ve been better.ā€ Her words were muttered at the bouncer as her mind tried to figure out how he had moved to her without her realizing it.

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Christopher frowned, but he pulled over a chair, pulled out a notebook and pencil, and sat down, looking Gabrielle in the eye. "My first question is who those vampires were, what faction they belonged to, and why they attacked this place. You can take your time, as I understand you are tired from a lot of combat."
The other cops sort of lounged around. More than a few eyed Akshasha warily, but did nothing. John sat by Gabrielle the whole time. He felt kind of guilty about letting her get hurt, and Akshasha kept giving him and the cop the evil eye. So he did what he could to comfort her by sitting there and making sure she didn't throw up her entire stomach.

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Becca nodded at Christopher as she steadied herself then to Gabby. The damaged arm hung at her side torqued slightly with hard flotsam under her wrist of bones carried into place. Cartilage sealing shut once more as she winced. The bruises developing on her face painted away in small rows to pale skin again.

"Thanks but I'll be okay, Officer, life already went off the deep end weeks ago. I got all my tears out after heart two started to die. Third time's the charm.", Said the coder with eyes looking him over.

Hood pulled back it revealed hovering black strands quilted between strands of her own brown hair. The back of the neck exposed black sandy rivers knotting on and under the skin some intricate black Icovellavna serving as armor. There were a number of bruises in her skin as well but those stains in the pattern faded slowly away.

"Your organs have healed I can disbond myself soon," said a pair of faint yellow glows within her hair though not quite monotone was quite close.

"Water please," she said to the bartender then squinting patina-eyes as far as she could to one corner, "Is my everything going to hurt, Ducky?"

"Yes." Replied the Ductu flatly.

Becca rolled her eyes taking a drink of water, "Then you stay the heck in there."