Run by the Moon// Michael&open

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Today was one of those days that you just want to stay in bed. Not because you are tired or because it has been down pouring for the last week. It's because you know it's going to be a bad day. A female walked down the street. She didn't mind the rain that was soaking her. Deep blue hair was plastered to her body as she made her way down the street. With a simple flick of her wrist she could easily create an umbrella to keep dry, but she wouldn't do that. It wasn't worth giving away her cover. Plain green eyes looked out of the empty street. Everyone ran for cover with the first crack of thunder. Apparently they didn't like rain. Taking a deep breath the female stopped for a moment and looked up to the sky. There once was a time where she'd be running for cover as well. But a friend once told her not to let things like that bother her. A light smile played at her lips as she started walking again. There was a reason for her to be out in this kind of weather. She was meeting someone. A person who had information about the Iustus located here. He was going to help her get in to get what she needed and get out. Or at least that was the plan. Things never go according to plan. Sighing softly, she stopped under an awning. Great now her clothes were completely soaked. Today she had gone with simple black pants and her black and blue zip up jacket. Assuming there would be a lot of work involved, she opted out of wearing her normal skirt. Rummaging in her jacket, she pulled out a completely dry pack of cigarettes and a lighter. While she might not use her powers in public, she was going to make damn sure her cigarettes were dry. Pulling one out she placed it between her lips and lit the end. Plain green eyes closed as she took a long drag from the cigarette. Of course they were contacts. No need for people to see the glowing blue eyes she held under there. If she was back at HQ then she wouldn't need them. Her comrades had gotten used to the odd eye color, but anyone else would freak out. Opening her eyes, she scanned the streets again. Amazing what a little rain could do. Her thoughts kept wandering from the task at hand. If she couldn't concentrate how could she go through with this mission? man she really shouldn't have answered her phone this morning. She still could have been in bed warm and not out in the cold pouring rain. "I hope this rain stops at least." The female muttered taking another drag from the cigarette letting the smoke curl up from her lips.[/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: crappy post is frigging crappy CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[MICHAEL]

The orders given to Michael were nothing if not clear, though simplicity does not imply ease. Certainly, had he not been a soldier of good repute and past performance, he would likely not have been so much as considered for such a risky mission. In any case, it was not his specialty; infiltration was for those who had in the shadows a trusted comrade, not for a man who had etched his name into the heart of his foes through heroic combat. Unfortunately for Michael, there were no others available on such short notice who were up to the task- none but he and his partner had the raw skill and discipline. The silver lining to this dreary rain cloud was that The Iustus knew not of his presence in Germany, nor did he make a habit of spending much time there since his defection from The Cruor. Very likely, those stationed at the building he was to subvert would have no idea what he looked like, even if they did know who "The Black Knight" was. Even so, he had neglected to bring his very recognizable black jacket with him on this particular excursion, instead opting to don a blue, hooded coat to shield himself from the elements.

As expected, the woman to whom he would act as a contact and a partner was right on schedule, perhaps even a bit ahead of it. Michael had never served on active duty with her before, but he had heard much of her exploits- all good, of course. In fact, his superiors were very much willing to let her attempt the mission on her own, but Michael would have none of that. Walking into such a mission alone would be nothing short of suicide. Thus, he was given the code to get into the upper levels of the building and was told to meet up with this "Victoria" outside their target. The powerfully built young man squinted into the rain, letting his sharp, red eyes scope out the area. Raising his arm to shield it from the rain, he removed from his pocket a razor-thin phone and brought to the screen the picture he had been sent. Hm...that's her, alright.[/i] She was quite lovely, to say the least -- although that certainly wasn't why he was there!

Seeing that she had nothing to protect her from the rain, Michael opened his umbrella and shielded her from the sheets of water as best he could. "Excuse me, Miss, you look like you could use one of these." He said cordially, moving to hand her the device. In doing so, he stepped into her field of view, hoping to identify himself without arousing suspicion. Having made contact, he stepped aside with her and indicated the imposing skyscraper before them. "My name's Michael Magnum," he nodded somewhat sheepishly, "I'll be your partner this mission. I'm sure you've been given the details, so I won't waste too much time. We need to get to the thirty-third floor of this building, ideally without getting caught." The skyscraper was owned by the Iustus, hence the inherent danger in entering unassisted. Specifically, it was governed by the invisible hand of a criminal syndicate, itself ruled by Yajuu intensely loyal to the supernatural military's ideals.

"Up to Floor Twenty-Seven, it's smooth sailing, but to get any farther, you need a code. That's were I make myself useful." He explained in a very official tone, hoping to maintain his veneer of well-intentioned stoicism. Indeed, the highest echelons of the structure were where the Yajuu themselves made their home. Through their deceptive ways, the facade of a legitimate business had been forged, albeit one steeped in the shifty world of weapons manufacturing. It could be assumed, then, that those in positions of security would be well-armed. This was not what concerned Michael; rather, it was their sheer numbers and the fact that they would be some thirty-three stories off the ground. "I doubt that we'll see many Yajuu of authority or prestige in here. Perhaps three or four- nothing the two of us can't handle, right?" He said before quickly adding, "I've, uh, heard a lot of good things about you, by the way. I wish we didn't have to meet under such...tense circumstances."

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]The blue haired female took a long drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke out around herself. Plain green eyes settled on a figure walking towards her. Well if it wasn't her knight in shining armor. As the human walked up to her she couldn't help but smile. He was easy on the eyes. Finishing off her cigarette, the female flicked it behind her and let the rain put it out. When he went to hand her an umbrella, she shook her head. "I'm a big girl. A little rain never hurt anyone." The demoness gave him a warm smile as he introduced himself. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Michael. I've heard a lot about you. You are an electric boy aren't you?" Of course it was no secret about his abilities. If there was one thing she was good at, it was gathering information. She had done her research on who her partner was going to be. "My name is Victoria though I am sure you already knew that. Please just call me Vikki." There where other names she was known by but she'll just keep those to herself for now. The female ran a hand through her hair wishing that it was dry for this mission. It seemed he had everything in place. "There aren't any Yajuu within the Iustus here. They are very strict about there members. Not even slaves. I've done my research." The female flashed him a wide grin. "As far as getting to the thirty-third floor goes, if we can at least clear the twenty-seventh like you said I'll be fine. I have the flash drive to get what we need. I'll need at least five minutes with those computers though. Iustus technology can be tricky. Mostly because they have a lot of safeties and securities in place." Vikki pulled out the little flash drive to show him. It was a sleek black one that was completely dry. Putting away the flash drive, she fixed her clothes a bit. When he said that he wished they could have met under different circumstances she couldn't help but smile. It really would have been nice to get to know the kid. "Well it's nice to know they aren't talking crap about me. I don't put my life on the line for nothing. And if things go well perhaps we can meet again under less tense circumstances." The female gave him a wink as she shifted a bit feeling the thrill of adrenaline start to set in. "Alright lead the way. You have a way for us to get through. I'll just keep quiet and let you do all the talking since you do have the codes after all. This should be a simple in and out mission from what I've been told. But then again when is anything simple?" She laughed trying to make light conversation before they headed into the unknown. While she was told this would be a nice and easy mission you never knew with the Iustus. Something always went wrong. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: let's do this! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[MICHAEL]

"Er, r-right, hopefully." Michael shuffled his feet and forced a cough. If he was lucky, his face would not turn red. However, in hopes of salvaging his treasured stoicism and dignity, he audibly cleared his throat and squared up his shoulders, turning his immediate attention quite abruptly toward the towering structure before them. Though he had the benefit of knowledge regarding its true workings, Michael could not help but feel that the spire had been designed with intimidation in-mind. With sharp, rough edges and imposing stature, it seemed positioned intentionally such that it cast a shadow over a great deal of the city for most of the day. Indeed, the building itself was a very ghastly sort, looking very much like a looming specter or a great, shadowy beast. Of course, it was not the building which left him wary, it was what lay within; specifically, there were twenty seven floors of innocent bystanders between himself and the very heavily armed guards. Precautions would have to be taken to be sure that they did not wander into the crossfire, for the Iustus, he knew from personal experience, were quite extreme in their ways.

"Remember, we're here on a delivery. The Blue Dragon Clan is scheduled to send some codes around this time. Their agents have been intercepted by Resistance counter-intelligence and disabled, so we'll be posing as them." He gave the women a debriefing, hoping not to dwell too much on exposition as they neared the tinted, glass doors. "I've been given a few dummy codes to upload. They won't get'em anything, but they're convincing enough for our purposes." This, he explained in hushed tones, remaining ever vigilant in case of surveillance. Once the automated panes of glass parted ways and the skilled duo set foot on the soft, red carpet, he ceased to discuss the mission altogether, now positive beyond the merest hint of doubt that they were under the watchful eye of security. However, he cast a reassuring glance toward Victoria, nodding silently to affirm his intentions; under no circumstances would Michael allow her to come to harm. This much, he would swear on his life.

"We're scheduled to make a delivery to Mr. Steiner on the top floor." Said Michael to the receptionist, who only gave a smile and a cock of the head as he flashed his professionally crafted identification. She was indicating, of course, the elevator, which sat at the end of a short hallway. Overhead, there hung a number of chandeliers, refracting a shimmering light every-which-way. It, in turn, bounced off the pieces of art and exquisite craftsmanship lining the lobby, themselves punctuated only by the occasional office. The bottom floor, at least, was built from the ground-up to evoke feelings of luxury and prestige. Mirrors and portraits sat elbow-to-elbow with top of the line computers, while self-operating doorways opened up to modern facilities. This reminded Michael of the building's Research and Development enterprises. It was entirely possible that they would run into weaponry not yet released to the public or even known about by the public.

At last, the two reached the elevator, but Michael was in no hurry to heave a sigh of relief. The doors slid to a shut before them, and he immediately began a search for security cameras. He would need a few minutes to discuss sensitive matters with his partner, so, with a tiny, inconspicuous jolt of electricity fired with precision unmatched by the hands of mortals, Michael disabled the surveillance camera in the upper left-hand corner. "Alright, now that we have a bit of time to talk," he began, "when we get to Floor 27, we've got to transfer to another elevator at the opposite end of the room. I'll use the code to get us up, and then, we'll be on our own. Be careful, though, we don't want to tip off the employees here. Remember, they've got no idea what's going on up there." He finished, a tone of genuine concern for the men and women of the office detectable in his voice.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]A smile spread over her face as she saw him get flustered. A normal human wouldn't have noticed the slight reddening of his ears in such dim lighting, but then again she wasn't exactly human. She let him lead the way towards the building and she was wishing even more now that she had the chance to dry off. But even soaking wet she looked professional. Her clothing just looked sleek and it was hard to tell she had been walking in the rain. The dark blue of her long hair was the only give away that she had been outside. As they approached the doors she took a second to pull her hair back into a ponytail. It would make moving easier and keep it out of her face. When he nodded towards her, she couldn't help but give a soft laugh. If anything she'd be the one protecting him, but he can think otherwise. When they approached the receptionist, Vikki noted the young girl. She looked like she was fresh out of college and she probably had no idea of the Iustus' true agenda. The thought made her gut twist but she said nothing. Keeping her mouth shut, Vikki followed her companion down the hallway. This place was done up nice. A lot nicer than she had seen some of them. The true evil was hidden in the lower floors. Rooms upon rooms of torture and experiments. Places they kept the Yajuu until they decided to kill them. A shiver ran down her spine and she flexed a black nailed hand as they entered the elevator. All the big wigs were upstairs. That's where they would be safe and could keep their hands clean of any mess that might occur. A soft tingle on her awareness told her that Michael had just knocked out the cameras. At least they'd have a few moments to themselves. Well transferring to another elevator wouldn't be that hard. Let's just hope the two were relatively close together. The less interaction with the Iustus the better. "Don't worry I'll steer clear of any humans on that floor. But if things end up going bad their safety is in my hands. If there is one thing I am good at, it's keeping people alive." A light smile played at her lips. Her body was practically humming with excitement. The adrenaline was pumping as she flexed her fingers. There was a small bit of concern though. This building was filled with both enemies and victims. There were people who had nothing to do with the Iustus and simply worked for them. Hopefully they wouldn't be involved. If only things were easier. The elevator door chimed and she stood straight next to Michael. It was show time. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: vikki might just live up to her name at this point lol CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[MICHAEL]

The doors opened to a labyrinthine series of corridors every bit as pristine as the lobby below, but there remained a stark contrast to the luxurious warmth to be found on the building's first floor. Where the lower levels were coated with glowing reds and yellows, this was very much a place of science. From the sleek, streamlined hallways to the coats of the employees, everything came in varying shades of white, gray, and black, occasionally lined with streaks of pulsing blue. As expected, guards walked the halls with unerring discipline, holding in their hands assault rifles at worst and high caliber hand guns at best. Men of intellect- clearly hailing from Research and Development- tread casually in their wake, moving like clockwork from one experimental armory to the next. No doubt, all manner of drugs and torture instruments were stored within, themselves constantly in a state of improvement. If only, Michael lamented internally, such resources and scientific talent could have been used for something- anything else.

Yet, it was not the time, nor was it the place for such musings. Walking with shoulders back and confident stride, he led Victoria to their next destination. There were no directions posted to interrupt the sterility of the skyscraper's summit. All employees were expected to call upon their training period to navigate, while Michael was expected to remember the very basic, very imperfect map he had been given. Of course, by no means did he know everything that was going on inside the building. Certain experiments caught him by surprise, such as a few projects involving genetics, though all were in their infancy. He did, however, know of the chambers far below where prisoners were kept in the most inhumane of conditions. No doubt, this was where some of their subjects came from. He would have to put a stop to this before he left Germany, albeit not at the cost of the mission or of Victoria's safety.

"Sorry, my intel wasn't exactly flawless." Michael said out the corner of his mouth, hoping not to arouse suspicion. However, their seemingly aimless meandering had attracted more than a few sideways glances, each more wary than the last. Several times, he had to flash his identification and see to it that it was pulled away as quickly as possible, lest he come across an especially observant guard capable of noticing the small discrepancies that could blow their cover. Matters were decidedly not helped by the fact that every hallway looked the same, made distinct only by the particular sort of deadly experiments being carried out in each. He leaned closer to Victoria and whispered in her ear, "I do know there're maps stored on the security terminals, but we didn't get the codes for that. We should be able to hack it, though; I'm gonna guess something like that isn't guarded too heavily."

With a sly feint, Michael ducked in to one of the empty, innocuous-looking labs (as innocuous as they came around there, anyway), holding the door for Victoria before heading in himself. Another subtle jolt disabled the security camera; with how many monitors there were, hopefully the disturbance of one or two would not prove too conspicuous. "Keep watch, alright?...I mean, unless you're especially good at this sort of thing, of course." He grinned sheepishly as he headed to the terminal. For his part, his computer skills were average, to say the least. He knew essentially the bare minimum required for subverting such a structure. Anything military-grade was out of the question, but he doubted the maps were guarded quite so heavily. Though, if Victoria wished to take over, she was more than welcome to.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]The doors opened and a shiver ran through her as she smiled. Time to get to work. The pair headed through the hallways turning here and turning there. Apparently he didn't have directions to where they were going. That wouldn't be such a problem if they hadn't passed one or two people more than once. By now her hair had dried and it would have been a shocking blue that would have turned head. For this part of the mission she needed to not stand out. When Michael wasn't looking she had let the darkness seep into her hair. It looked as if it was still wet because it was such a deep black that it looked almost blue. He spoke to her as they walked and she just gave him a soft smile letting her hand brush his. "Get me to a computer and I can get a map." When they found a small room she hurried inside letting him stay by the door. "No you watch. I got this." The female gave him a warm smile as she flashed her fingers over the keyboard. They worked quickly as she dug through files. She left no trace as she searched. They wouldn't even know she had touched it. Ah there they were. Opening the maps she stuck in the flash drive and downloaded a few for safe keeping. It looked like she would be taking the lead from here on out. "We need to go passed Lab F and make a right that should take us right to the elevator. but that only goes to the thirtieth floor. We have to walk up the three remaining floors." The words were soft as she closed out of the programs. Vikki pulled out the flash drive and tucked it away. Turning to Michael, she flexed her fingers working out her adrenaline. It was coursing through her and she loved every second of it. This was going to be difficult but fun all the while. "I lead you follow." The demoness flashed him another grin as she headed out the door. Thankfully no one had come in. Guess they don't use this room all that much. As she the female headed down the hallway, she walked with purpose. She looked confident among all the would be scientist and employees. Passing Lab F, she took a right and the elevator was right there to greet them. Once he punched in the codes the elevator arrived and the two entered. Her hair looking almost black in the dim lighting. A quick look around showed no signs of cameras. Odd. They must have some very important things up on floor thirty and up. "Once we get to the thirtieth floor you'll have to lead. You have the credentials and codes to get us through. It's on open layout up here from what I can tell. We have to make a right then a left. The stairwell we need will be all the way down the hall." Taking a deep breath the female let her fingers run through her hair. Things just get better and better. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: bdfhjsfskhdfhbfl CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[MICHAEL]

Michael was unable to keep from giving a visible jump as Victoria's hand brushed against his own. His muscles tensed up, briefly allowing their definition to show through his snug attire. Of course, as always, the rather sheepish young man was quick to gather up his professional aura, hoping that this display of weakness had gone unnoticed. It did, however, go without saying that his slight excitability was due every bit as much to the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Even the most hardened soldier, which The Man in Black most certainly was, would be on edge when caught so far out of his comfort zone. Would that he could lead so heroic a charge as he were accustomed to, the guards would be fleeing his brigade as he flung bolts of deadly electricity every-which-way. If nothing else, the poor hostages would see the light of day before he were through. Yet, there he walked, keeping quiet, hiding very much in plain sight from these cold-blooded torturers.

"Right. We've got to make our delivery first, though. Can't just walk right past our paying customer, now, can we?" Michael grinned as the elevator doors parted at last. At the end of a most impressive atrium whose decor was perhaps more evocative of the lower levels stood a tall, broad man with the build of a prize fighter. A deep scar crossed his left eye, though his right- an icy blue- was trained intently on the duo. Blond hair adorned his head, cropped to a razor's edge. Around him were four guards, each armed with assault rifles and body armor of the highest quality, looking for all the world as though they were acting as sentinels for a Monarch or the crown jewels themselves. Michael approached with sureness of foot, keeping shoulders back and maintaining eye contact at all times. Insofar as this man was concerned, Michael and Victoria were soldiers serving under his command by just one degree of separation, and the infamous Black Knight intended to act the part.

"General Albert Steiner, sir." He stood at attention, removing from his pocket a silver, reflective disc and handing it to the man. "At ease, my boy." Steiner gave a hearty laugh and clapped him on the shoulder, though his enormous hand came down with such force that, if Michael were to hazard a guess, he would say that the officer were trying to bring him to his knees. Of course, Michael's "superior" was in for an unpleasant surprise when his palm crashed headlong into solid, defined muscle. "Ha! Staunch as iron, I see. I like that." He gave Michael, who refused wholeheartedly to show his hand, a rather devious glint. "But then, I guess soldiers of your reputations would have to be in top shape. You know," he raised a glass of blood red wine to his lips, accepting the disc and turning his back, "you both have been raising a fair bit of suspicion around here."

"Your guards have been most inhospitable, I'm afraid." Michael stated calmly. "I certainly wouldn't want to stay where I'm not wanted." "Nonsense, we welcome all enemies of the Yajuu, you should know that." Steiner laughed once more. "In any case, if you've no further business at the moment, I trust you may see yourselves out." He smirked to himself. There was clearly some sort of trickery at work; Steiner was, if nothing else, suspicious of them just as the guards downstairs were. They would have to act fast, if not withdraw. Of course, he strongly doubted that either he or Victoria would want to retreat so hastily. So, Michael's head raced as the two made their way down the hall to the next elevator, thinking of the possibilities. The most likely one, which he eventually settled upon, was that he had at least some inkling of who they were- perhaps having known him as The Man in Black, at least- and, as such, knew that he and four guards would be somewhat insufficient.

"You saw it, yeah?" He asked Victoria. "Things may have become a bit more complicated."

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Leaving the elevator, the female followed Michael up to their client. He was quite the large man and looked as though he had thrown around many yajuu and humans. In fact she wouldn't even like to get into a one on one battle with him. While Michael spoke to the man she took note of everything. All eyes were on her and her companion. They knew. Of course they knew. Something wasn't right and she felt extremely uncomfortable. Saying their goodbyes, the pair parted with the General and made their way towards the stairs. "We need to make this as quick as possible. They all know. Something isn't right." The female whispered keeping close to Michael. Three flights of stairs were not a problem for the demoness. It was the unbearable feeling of eyes on her that had set her on edge. Things had changed. The plain green eyes were now scanning everywhere taking everything into account. Nothing would be missed. When the double doors at the top of the stairs came into view, the female let out a low breath. Almost there. God she hadn't been this wound up in years. "Follow me and stay close. There is a small computer room to the left that we are going to. The amount of security up here is ridiculous." Placing one hand on the door, the female leaned against it listening. Good they were in the midst of a shift change. "Move." She whispered the command as she pushed open the door and moved to the left. The room was only a short walk away and she moved a lot quicker than she had anticipated. It edged on inhuman and she had to slow herself down as she pushed open the second door. Good this place was empty as well. "You can't keep watch so simply listen for voices." Her voice was soft as she waited for him to enter the room. Once she was sure he was in the lock clicked into place. A little trick of hers. One that would hopefully buy them some more time. This time instead of standing Vikki sat in the chair to work. She needed to concentrate on the task at hand. Taking a calming breath, she let her fingers fly over the key board. She danced through firewalls and security features like they were nothing. The files she found were exactly what she was looking for. The female slipped the flash drive in and copied every thing she needed. But there was one file that caught her eye. It wasn't titled but simply had a string of numbers. From what she could hear the guards were back on duty and were getting ready for their rounds. "Almost done. If the guards get close try to distract them." Opening the file, her mouth practically fell open. This was.. This was information on ancients. No not just ancients. There was so much more here. This was something she need to show the resistance. Quickly copying the file onto the flash drive, she pulled it out and tucked it away. And that was when she heard a familiar voice from outside. "Looks like your General friend has come to play. I have what we need but do you think we can make it out of here?" She knew the answer even before he replied. They would make it out but he probably didn't think so. Looks like things were going to get a hell of a lot more interesting. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: and now the fun begins XD CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[MICHAEL]

Michael Magnum was in his element.

As he heard the rough click of weapons loading and the clanking of combat boots on a cold, metal floor, the young man's hair stood almost on end. Outside the walls of the tucked away room was a grand, elaborate chamber plated in chrome and flashing green lights. Screens displayed vibrant arrays of data meant for the eyes of the most brilliant programmers. Now, though, these silver desks served as cover for the highly trained, well-armed guards who had so swiftly flooded from the woodwork. Even through the thick, heavy windows, Michael could see their helmets and the muzzles of their expertly manufactured guns. This was a building of utmost importance, and its staff reflected this in rigid professionalism and the best equipment money could buy. Michael was all but certain that, however strong the bulletproof windows may have been, they would not withstand a sustained barrage from so many rounds of such extraordinary caliber.

All was quiet save for the sound of Victoria's voice. The tension hung heavy in the air such that General Steiner's muffled threats were all but ignored. "Make it outta here?" Michael grinned, and his fists crackled and sparked with loose arcs of electricity. "Vikki, they don't call me Stormstrider for nothing." Thus, the feared Black Knight of the Resistance let loose the sound and fury of his command over lightning itself. A focused burst of charged particles, each one howling with raw power, was hurled from Michael's hand. Separating them from the troops was a heavy, iron door, sealed and reinforced with careful attention to security. It was blown clear from the door frame without so much as a second's hesitation, left charred and bent from the sheer heat emanating from the young man. Static flung every-which-way as it collided with one of the desks lining the room, causing some soldiers to jump from their posts and begin firing wildly.

These, though, were not the first Michael picked off. No, those that kept their cool were the most dangerous targets. Into a tempest of bullets, Michael dove headlong, quickly setting his sights on three soldiers who were particularly exposed. A trio of bolts were hurled, and, as if guided by the hand of Fate herself, surged through their targets. Michael rolled for cover, letting bullets ricochet harmlessly off the monitors. Millions of dollars went to waste as the room was torn to shreds. One soldier pulled from his vest a grenade, but a well-placed jolt saw it intercepted before getting anywhere near the duo. From Michael's estimations- which were bound to be inaccurate in the chaotic thick of battle- there were two dozen guards surrounding them, not including the four that he had dealt with. General Steiner, meanwhile, had made a hasty retreat, no doubt hoping to gain a better vantage point.

Michael absorbed the energy behind a series of bullets with a carefully constructed electromagnetic barrier, retaliating with two arcing flashes. His eyes glowed with a vibrant blue as he cut a swath through the guards, a sign to all that he was a force of tremendous power not to be trifled with. He moved with swiftness rivaling that of an Olympic sprinter, yet he fired with all the accuracy of a gifted marksman. And, for as powerful as the soldiers' bullets were, his projectiles were stronger still, for they were a force of nature commanded by the will of a man. "C'mon, Victoria, join the party!" He called to his partner, momentarily ducking behind a computer monitor to reorient himself. He was fast approaching the stairway, but there was work to be done yet before they would be on the thirty-second floor.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Seems she was right about the men. They knew. They knew right from when the pair had walked into this building that they weren't Iustus members. Before she even had time to come up with a decent plan, her companion charged into battle. Electricity was crackling around her and she watched in amazement. A human that could hold such power. He was truly something to be feared. A smile played at her lips when he started in on them. Men were flying left and right. But the Iustus were prepared. Even though their comrades were being tossed around like dolls they stood strong. Not once did they break formation or stop attacking. They would fight to the death if they had to. Vikki stood in the room letting the bullets dance around her. None of them hit her. They weren't even close. Using her mind she pushed them away. Her telekinetic powers were a lot better now then they were ten years ago. "Only fools rush into battle. We need to leave this building. They have this place stocked with soldiers." The female called to Michael as she walked towards the soldiers. More were gathering. She could feel them filling the building. There were dozens upon dozens gathering. That would make escaping even more difficult. "Michael. Whatever you see here today is not something to be talked about. Ever." The words were powerful as the black faded from her hair revealing the brilliant blue that was natural to her. The electric blue her species was known for glowed through the contacts giving her eyes an eerie look. Black crept from her hands and soaked into the air. The room began to darken as she walked towards the soldiers. It was then that the realization set in. This was not a battle they were going to win. "I am truly sorry about all of this." The female whispered the words as she gathered the darkness around her to create a cloak. The hood was drawn up over her face and she looked like nothing more than a shadow in the night. One of the soldiers whispered a single phrase, The Darkness. That was all they could get out before her darkness was spread throughout the men. It lashed at them and tore them down as she simply walked towards the stairs. Kicking open the door to the stairs, the darkness began to crawl down the stairs. Guns were drawn and aimed right at her. In a flash they went off and she danced around each bullet letting her fists and feet fly. She struck down any man she approached and she didn't even flinch. The entire thirty-third floor had been engulfed by her darkness making it almost impossible for anyone to see. Michael would be alright though. His electricity would only make him a flash in the night. It seemed The Darkness and The Man in Black made quite the team. VIkki pushed her way through the men to the thirty second floor. From what she could tell the workers were gone and only the soldiers remained. Good then she wouldn't have to worry about hurting anyone who didn't deserve it. No one would make it out of this building except herself and Michael. "Michael if you need help seeing simply let me know. My darkness is at your will." Her voice echoed through the hallways and in the darkness. It whispered the words to him as she fought. Though they may be apart she could still keep in contact with him. Even jump to his side if he needed it, though she doubt he did. Men were falling from her hands and the thrill of battle coursed through her. How long had it been since she enjoyed such a fight? They would make it out of here alive. She would be sure of it. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: let The Darkness rise! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[MICHAEL]

Michael was, in so few words, amazed at the display of power he bore witness to. Victoria was clearly not what she seemed- only a Yajuu could possess a repertoire of such lethal diversity. Even then, those capable of such destruction were so few and far between that most would wager that they did not exist at all. Yet, there he stood, watching the vixen make an ally of the darkness, generating and manipulating it to her whim with little more than a wave of the hand. All the while, soldiers fell before her in melee, crushed by that terrible, wonderful strength. Michael was taken aback, but he was not so distracted that he didn't hear her issue her pleading request. This was, as per his partner's carefully spoken words, not to be revealed to anyone. He empathized and gave a nod of affirmation. "You have my word, Victoria." He spoke aloud his promise before sighing into the abyss that threatened to engulf the building. "Now, let's see if we can't add a little color to the place."

Thus, Michael's body let loose a flurry of sparks, looking for all the world like a thundercloud preparing to unleash its devastating fury on the darkened countryside. Setting his sights on the stairway to the thirty-second floor, he took off with the fluid haste of one of his bolts, leaving in his wake a trail of light which lit even the deepest darkness. In his advance, he stood as a contrast- a beacon in the midst of pitch black halls. From the stairwell, he burst forth, a one-man brigade hurling arced flashes with every errant twitch of his arms. Through the curtain of shadow, holes were punched in the walls and sensitive equipment disrupted. The red flash of sirens were drowned out by a contingency of black and blue, leaving only their desperate wails to show that they were sounding. Bullets whizzed past- desperate shots fired by frightened soldiers. However, they got off no more than a single burst of sustained fire before Michael or Victoria got them.

Around him could be heard cries of "The Darkness!" and "The Man in Black!" alike; both of them, it seemed, lived in infamy, and now that their cover was blown, those reputations were in full effect. Some lowered their weapons, no doubt consumed by the abject terror of fighting in such a hellish landscape. These men, Michael did not target, for they were of no threat. Eventually, he left the range of Victoria's darkness and crouched briefly behind a desk, ducking out only to send to the ground three approaching soldiers. Their guns surged and sparked as their bodies gave a final twitch, freeing Michael up to approach the stairway and wait for Victoria to catch up with him. He was not sure if she would be in corporeal form or not, but he did not wish to advance until the two were reunited in some way. Still, however, he kept on-guard, keeping his palms open and at the ready in case of attack.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]The female smiled as she felt his electricity tingle across her skin. Upon hearing his promise her smile grew into a full blown grin. Now there definitely was no holding back. She danced and moved delivering blow after blow to enemy. Michael had moved and was now ahead of her growing darkness. Good then at least he could see what he was doing. Vikki watched him down three soldiers sending charges through their guns. That must be fun to do, give them the shock of their lives. Looking like the demon she was, the female moved through the thirty-second floor spreading her darkness. Stray soldiers were engulfed by it and their shots could be heard as they tried to shot an invisible enemy. Their shouts were soon drowned out as the darkness consumed them completely leaving absolutely nothing left. The female stopped beside Michael and looked down the next stairwell. "Think if we can get down two more floors you can get the elevator to work? I'm sure they will have shut down the power to the elevators, but if you give it enough power we can get it to move." She kept close to him letting her darkness cover behind him. It would move and protect his back no matter where he went. Carefully she edged into the stairway, the only darkness she brought with her was the cloak that had wrapped around her. There wasn't a soul in sight as she reached the thirty-first floor. Why was there no one on this level? There wasn't a single human being or Yajuu to be seen or even sensed. Something was not right. Her darkness snaked it's way through each hallway searching and finding nothing. "They are all one floor below us. It'll make getting to the elevator that much harder." She called to Michael as she lowered her hood. Standing at the next stairwell, she could smell everything. All the humans down there. All the gunpowder. They really weren't taking any chances with the pair. "Let's get to the elevator and hopefully we can make it out of here." Of course they would make it out. There wasn't a mission she couldn't handle. Vikki waited briefly for Michael once she was sure he had made it to the next stairway, she ran down the stairs. Her darkness moved with her as she ran and burst through the door. Gun fire rang out and each bullet was pushed away from her. Moving with well practiced grace, the female looked as if she was dancing among the men. Her hits were strong and hard knocking many out and throwing others to the side. There had to have been at least three dozen between the pair and the elevator. They really did not want that information to get out. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: i don't even know what just happened T.T sorry if it sucks CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[MICHAEL]

Michael, too, was engaged in a deadly dance with the prowling soldiers, acting as the unstoppable hunter whose efforts were only aided by the cover of night. Those not felled by Victoria's blows were greeted with a blue flash amid the thick darkness. Bullets were stopped in their tracks with the wave of Michael's hand, their kinetic energy absorbed and dispersed throughout the abyss by the electromagnetic force. It was a masterwork of contrasts, to be sure; against a black canvas, the artist worked his magic. When an armored and armed silhouette approached, there was a burst of light which cut through the depths, carefully placed and lethally precise. He moved with such fleetness of foot that, to some, it seemed he was shifting in and out of the shadows like the Yajuu herself. Of course, as he would be the first to proclaim, it was training and valor that led to his confident sprint.

In fact, he ducked and feinted with such unyielding speed that he failed to notice himself lingering once more out of the shadow Victoria cast. Very briefly and very gradually, color returned to the world outside of his own electric discharges. It began with streaking blue and green, and the soft glow of computer monitors behind reinforced glass. The soldiers were next to show up; no longer did he fire at nameless silhouettes marked only by muzzle flashes, but at human beings, most with distinctly rough facial structures and solid builds. It was not until the walls showed themselves along with the finer details of the doors and chemicals behind them that Michael took note of the discrepancies. What glimpses Michael caught through the fading black curtain showed the floor to be in a state of general disarray. Glass had been shattered, holes had been punched in the walls, and a select few experiments had taken this as a rallying call to break loose and raise hell. Michael followed the path of least light, hoping not to lose Victoria in the chaotic scene.

However, before the change fully registered with him, the darkness returned and, curiously, the bullets slowed. He took this near-ceasefire to regroup. Ducking in to a hallway, he squinted into the distance in hopes of finding something by which he could orient himself. Michael squatted in a corner, keeping himself at the ready in case a soldier should notice him as he searched. It was from this position that he began to pick up on subtle differences between the darkness he was currently enshrouded in and the shadow produced by his partner. This was a black of a much more mundane sort; it was far less tangible. This realization came with the audible click of a hand gun and, in confirmation of his suspicions, the lights returning to the corridor. From crevices and cracks, a handful of soldiers emerged, weapons at the ready.

"Not the brightest bulb, are you, kid?" It was, of course, Steiner. "Tell that to your troops." Once more, the two stared each other down. This time, of course, Steiner was in a rather advantageous position. Michael was surrounded, as it were, by men very much ready to kill him. This was no longer the thick of battle, but, rather, a group who had gotten the drop on him. The corridor was too narrow and empty for any fancy maneuvering. Certainly, he was a quicker shot than any of these men and, with his extraordinary power, he could eliminate several of them before they could so much as react. However, to evade the bullets of eight fully automatic rifles at point-blank range was something that even a high ranking Yajuu of tremendous speed would not be able to do. So, he would play the General's game.

"Walk with me. We haven't got much time before she catches up." The General waved his hand, and two of the soldiers corralled Michael forward. "We do still have you on file, you know. I'm not a man who forgets a face, especially when it did our cause so much good." Michael gave a visible grimace at the thought of furthering their goals. "Now, you should know that reinforcements are on the way, but they aren't exactly getting here fast enough. We certainly can't stop the both of you, but even one of you would be difficult at this point." "I think you may have misinterpreted the content of my character." Michael shot back just as quickly.

The look in General Steiner's eyes gave Michael cause for alarm. The time for play was over, it seemed, and he would not harp on gaining his allegiance for too long. Quickly, Michael sought out the nearest soldier and, in an act of desperation, threw himself at the man. Sure enough, his leap coincided perfectly with the General giving the order to open fire. The bullets missed by inches and, by the time, the soldiers had Michael in their sights, he was behind his target, sending countless amperes of electricity through his veins. He quickly dove into a nearby laboratory, shoving the door in with his shoulder and taking cover in one of its corners.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]This was going to be a little harder than she had anticipated. The thirtieth floor was filled with soldiers. From what the female could tell, there were packing some serious guns. It was going to be difficult to dodge this many bullets and to block them. She was having a hard enough time deflecting the bullets with her telekinesis. Add powerful weapons and she'd soon be taking on damage. Not that it would hurt her, but it'd be really annoying until she healed back up. The darkness moved and bled onto the thirtieth floor. It moved with a mind of it's own and wrapped around any soldier it found and smothered them. No one was getting out of this place alive as far as she was concerned. No one except herself and Michael. Any experiments could make it out as well but she wouldn't promise their safety. Dancing and moving her way through the soldiers, Vikki never stopped. She kept moving and pushing her was through to the elevator. They needed to get through and they would. What fun this was! The Iustus members didn't know what was coming. They didn't know how to handle a demon of her ranking. The shadows pick them up and threw them. No one escaped her darkness. Michael vanished from the line of her of darkness, but she didn't think anything of it. The human had his own way of doing things and she wasn't going to stop him. Ducking into a near by room, her darkness quickly filled it as she took out a few more soldiers. Hiding would do them no good. She would find them no matter where they were. "You boys should really learn not to pick fights with Yajuu. Some how you humans always end up dead!" The female laughed as she made her way through a long hallway. She was moving with inhuman speed as she danced passed soldiers and dodged their bullets. The darkness was spreading so fast that she looked like a shadow emerging from it to attack. Soon this whole level would be covered and they wouldn't be able to see a thing. Rounding the corner, she heard a familiar voice that set her hair on end. The General was here? It didn't look like he was alone either. Michael didn't seem like one to be rescued, but he did look like he could use a hand. Grinning the demoness danced her way over to the group. It didn't take long for her darkness to cover the group. Their shouts and yells were amusing to the female. Gun fire rang out as she moved with the shadows taking them out one by one. A bullet managed to tear through her arm, but that didn't stop her. It only fueled her fire as she smothered them. "Hey Micheal you looked like you could use some help!" Laughing she kicked a soldier down and stood on his body. As she stood among the darkness, she watched the few soldiers search around frantically. Of course she would leave the General for Michael to take out unless he told her to do it. Taking a deep breath she tried to gather herself. All the running and fighting was not something she was used too. It had been a long time since she had tried to take out an entire force by herself. This time she did have help, which she was grateful for. A burning sensation washed through her and she hissed. Dammit they had blessed bullets. How could she have been so careless to begin with. Growling the female shifted and landed a blow on a soldier near her. The wound would heal but it would just take more time then she had hoped for. By now the entire thirtieth floor was shrouded in darkness. It wasn't just the normal darkness that happened when the lights were out. This was a thick darkness that seemed to seep into your lungs. It soaked into your very being. This was the kind of darkness that nightmares were made of. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: i don't even know what just happened T.T sorry if it sucks CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]