Kitty: *slams the trunk, then takes a long drag on a J* Whaddup, homie?
Wesker: *sneers and scouts the area in a single leering glance* Remind me how I let you talk me into this.
Kitty: *waves her hand dismissively, having shifted into her human form. An impish elven-featured 19 year old with a soul patch piercing, black punk rocker hair and lots of biker leather, and PVC pants. She looked like a Dominatrix cosplaying as The Man With No Name* Cuz I'm awesome.
Wesker: Heh *hands her a faintly glowing needle* This should help boost your capabil--
Kitty: *silences him with a flick of her wrist - looking smug as she flicks ash onto his latex suit, eyeing his firm pecs* I'm not the one that relies on GoGo juice to get her mojo working.
Wesker: *rolls his eyes* You are tiresome
Kitty: *preens at him* Jealous, much?
Wesker: The plan. *he growls*
Kitty: Yes! *drops her dimp onto the asphalt in front of him*
~The pair are stood at the far end of a deserted parking lot, just outside a shopping mall. Cars are strewn everywhere in varying states of repair, some with DIY armour attached~
Wesker: *strays ahead, the scent of gunpowder and charred rotten flesh carrying on the wind. Snorts, flexing his fingers, his "standard issue" Glock 17 L feeling heavy in its holster* The candidate may be dead.
Kitty: *her eyes glow green, as she shakes her head* No... Something's off.
Wesker: What?
Kitty: The energy. It's... It's weird. Like someone is trying to shield something.
Wesker: *finger brushes the grip of his gun, as he picks up a familiar groaning sound coming from the mall entrance*
Kitty: *her claws ripple with sparking current from her palms, her hackles raised, arcing green bolts off of her shoulders - thunder crackles overhead*
Wesker: *swings arm in her direction, timing his shot perfectly*
Zombie: *lunges at Kitty, going for her neck*
Kitty: *prepares to backhand the miserable creature*
Zombie: *slumps to its knees, toppling forward with a large bullet wound in its malformed face*
Kitty: *drops her hand* Thanks.
Wesker: *curt nod as he cocks his gun, smirking*
Kitty: We should move.
Wesker: *glares at her* That would be ill-advised *points at the horde of zombies crowding the entrance to the mall - shrugs* Maybe if I had something better than these cheap toys! *snarls*
Kitty: *coughs and nods towards a manhole cover*
Wesker: *eyes the veins in her neck, skin crawling. He grits his teeth, feeling frustrated by the scent*
Kitty: *positions herself above the cover in a power stance, she conjures an invisible conduit between her hands, as the wind becomes supercharged, drawing in minor agro from nearby zombies*
Wesker: *readies his gun* Conserve your energy.
Kitty: Worry about yourself, you miserable git. *She balls up her fists, as she delivers a blinding plasma kick to the metal, blasting through it, the lightening shock melting the cover into mangled white hot metal* Go! *shoots a bolt at a trio of zombies flanking Wesker*
Wesker: *drops through the hole, splashing into the sewage*
Kitty: *casts a small power surge around the area, causing windshields, headlights and wing mirrors on all the vehicles within a two metre radius to shatter, cutting the zombies, slowing them down by a few seconds - drops through, too*
~after crawling through filthy pipes, past a few maintenance hatches, and up a ladder, they'd managed to put enough distance between themselves and the remaining stragglers on their tail~
Wesker: We must acquire better weapons.
Kitty: Well, I didn't exactly have time to raid Hell's Armory.
Wesker: Pathetic.
Kitty: Can you pick up the scent?
Wesker: *glances at her, studying her neck, licking his lips, sweat pouring off of him* Not amongst this filth *he hissed, annoyed*
Kitty: Ssh! D'you hear that?
~faintly playing above them~
Kitty: *blasts a bolt of lightening through the ceiling, obliterating a layer of plush purple carpet, leaving the carpet faintly singed*
Wesker: *lifts her up, following close behind - notices a congregation of zombies milling towards them* Are we close?
Kitty: Yes. Cover me!
Wesker: *sneers, Glock drawn* Come on! *he jeered, drawing them in, firing a few clip-shots*
Kitty: *sprints off, following the source of the music - into a Yahuza-themed casino*
~at the far end, there's a stylish bar, all black marble and stunning lights, accented with subtle gold inlay in the shape of chinese dragons. Stood at the bar is guy in a white suit, a camera strapped around his neck~
Frank: *takes a slug of whiskey straight from the bottle, then threw the bottle in the direction of a zombie. He fumbled for his lighter* Shit! Fuck! Shit-Fuck! Shit-Fuck! Shit-Fuck!"
~click click click~
Frank: ~dives behind the bar, cursing to himself~
~click click~
Kitty: *kicks over a nearby slot machine, slamming into the zombie - this, unfortunately draws in more attention*
Frank: *quickly gets a snap of Kitty's brutal execution*
Kitty: Hey!
Frank: Six O'clock!
Kitty: *kicks the zombie behind her, ducking under another zombie's lunge, whilst grabbing a potted plant, smashing it over both their heads*
Frank: *peaks up from the bar, waving - the music ends and a new one begins* Hey, you uh... Don't want me dead, I take it?
Kitty: Frank West? The reporter? *arcs a brow, inspecting him*
Frank: *grabs a bottle of Bacardi and pours her a shot* On vacation *takes a swig then points at her* What about you, sugar-tits? Just come for a drink?
~a bullet whizzes by her, shattering Frank's bottle, splashing rum down his pants~
Kitty: *tilts her head, as gunshots rang out* Bravo?!
~Another shot cuts through the air, as Kitty dives out of the way of a spray of machine gun fire - more zombies were coming~
Frank: Shit! *fumbles around the bar, looking for a weapon* Friends of yours?
Kitty: *snarls, grabbing a shard of glass, ignoring the blood* Just get my good side *She winked, grappling with the zombies, slicing and shanking*
Frank: *throws a kitchen knife at a zombie, impaling it in the eye - snaps a shot of Kitty smashing a pool stick into a zombie's mouth* Brutal!
Kitty: Nine!
Frank: *kicks a barstool at an incoming zombie, as one takes a lunge at him* Eight! *he gut punches it, spraying blood and stomach bile down his sleeve* Ah, c'mon! Not the suit!
~a large armoured motorbike with chainsaws attached to its rim like kneecappers, its rider wearing a dragon-emblazoned helmet roared into the casino, cutting up zombies. The rider paused to reload his assault rifle, aiming it at Frank~
Wesker: *shoots a zombie that Kitty is holding off with a snooker triangle* Seven!
Frank: *grabbing a kitchen blow torch, he lights up a booze-drenched zombie, picking off any that came to close to the entrance of the staff area - the safe room*
Wesker Kitty: *proceed to flank the zombies, forcing them into a tight bottleneck falling back on the biker, pushing the wave towards him, by the entrance*
Biker: *throws a grenade into the horde, blowing zombies into chunks of shredded flesh - ploughs through the mounds of wet meat, honing in on Frank West*
Wesker: *fires his last few rounds at the biker - misses* Shit!
Kitty: *grabbing a pool ball, she hurls it at the biker, landing a body shot that knocks the air out of him, sending him flying off his bike*
Frank: Nice right arm, girly! *throwing dinner plates at the zeds*
Kitty: I keep telling him this, but he doesn't believe me *purrs, giving Wesker a salacious look - ducks under a zombie's tackle, grabbing either sides of its head, electrocuting it until its eyes burst, leaking pus* Oh. Y'meant the throw, right.
Wesker: *scrutinises the scrawny reporter, taking out a mini wave heading towards Frank* Found you! *a zombie bares its teeth at him, preparing to tackle him, when he boots it in the face, making a beeline for Frank*
Frank: *glances behind him as a door to the staff area gives out, taking out much of the doorframe with it as a mysterious pair storm into the room*
Wesker: *stalks towards Frank, but halts when he is almost shot in the toe - barely flinches as his eyes lock onto the new threat*
Biker: *crawling across the floor, scrambling for his firearm - a zombie goes for his hand when he pulls back, knuckles balled up as he slams his fist into its face*
~an imposing 6ft guy with long dark hair followed closely by a built 8ft tall tank of a guy with a bald head. The guy with long hair was wearing a straw hat that, coupled with his gaunt bony features, made him look like a scarecrow. He wore a tan trench coat, and a tie-dyed t-shirt with a picture of a big yellow smiley face slapped on it. He also appeared to be wearing army fatigues, and steel-toe-capped combat boots; he was smoking a cigarette. His buddy was alot more rigid, broad and angular. He was bald, and wearing a black leather trench coat, and huge biker boots. [A/N I had this character described to me as "he looks like Nemesis out of RE3," So please forgive the fact that he is a) unoriginal af, and b) has buck teeth *cough cough* Capcom] His meaty fist grabbed a nearby zombie's head and tore it in half, with as much ease as unwrapping a candy bar~
Biker: *grabs his rifle and aims for Frank* For Katey! You bastard!
Kitty: The hell is this faggot talking about? *She shrieks behind a slot machine, using it for cover, as she charges her bolts*
Frank: Beats me! I thought he was dead!
Wesker: I know your pain, ignorant cretin *watches the brick shithouse and his scarecrow friend moving quick - launches a flashbang at the big guy to break them up*
Kitty: How many motherfuckers want you dead, ya cunt?
Frank: *pinned to a wall, as the guy in the smiley shirt closes in* Woah, look, uh. Sorry if I owe the house a couple of grand, but I think we ca--
Onslaught: *hands Frank his cigarette, smile twitching as he draws his pair of Ares Predators - he pats Frank's cheek, slotting a skinny ball-point pen into his dress pocket; then declares in a Russian accent* Watch out, it is special pen *he howls, charging into the gunfight* Light it up, Sparky!
Frank: *looking confused*
Wesker: Reloading! *does so; resumes blasting through several zeds, as he falls back to the bar, whilst the big guy is distracted with turning heads into pulp*
Kitty: *shocks a couple of nearby zombies, as a fresh wave filter in through the casino doors* Fall back to the safe room! *rips a handle off one of the slot machine and proceeds to use it like a tonfa, smashing zed skulls*
Onslaught: *stalks towards the biker dude, aiming through the crowd, helping to cull their numbers* Fingers, fingers, give up your fingers! *his guns blasts out rounds at an exceptional rate, due to the Nanobot technology self-replicating the ammo he'd chambered his weapon with*
Kitty: We need some breathing room!
*a round fired by the biker, grazes her leg drawing blood* Bollocks!
Wesker: *sniffs the air, eyes wild as he tries to keep his instincts suppressed. He growls, grabbing Frank and pinning him to a wall* You're coming with me. Now!
Neo: Target acquired *grabs Wesker's shoulder and flings him aside like a ragdoll*
Frank: *cracks his knuckles before swinging his fist at Neo - agony blossoms across his face, cupping his busted fingers*
Neo: *tilts his head, confused by this reaction*
Onslaught: Cheese, cheese, cheese! I will make curdles with your blood pus! *headbutts a slot machine, knocking it over, causing the biker to stumble, knocking his helmet off*
Neo: *grabs Frank by his hair, hoisting him up over his shoulder*
Frank: *wincing, clawing at Neo's hippo-like skin* God, no! Not the hair!
Chuck: *looking disheveled, cheeks sunken, a look of hysteria in his eyes* He killed her! He cut her head off!
Frank: She was plastic! *kicking out as much as he could, but falling to break free*
Wesker: Hey! *steadies his aim, ignoring the glass in his shoulder, blood dripping down his arm - lines up a perfect shot on Neo*
Neo: *turns his head towards Wesker*
Kitty: *shoots a power surge so intense, it topples several slot machine, shattering the glass, cutting down the remaining zombies, as she leaps over the debris, smacking Chuck in the knees with her tonfa*
Onslaught: *drops his guns, toe banging Chuck in the chin*
Wesker: *fires a shot at Neo*
Kitty Onslaught: *perform a 3D on Chuck Green, over a bed of broken slot machines*
Chuck: *gargles on a jagged piece of glass now sticking out of his throat, blood pooling onto the pile of nickels*
Neo: *drops Frank, as he advances towards Wesker*
Wesker: *squeezes the trigger, only to hear a click. groans, as he crouches into a combat stance, dropping his gun, pulling a kitchen knife out of one of the corpses' heads*
Kitty: Oi, dickhead! *she glares at Onslaught* That was my kill!
Onslaught: *busily tearing Chuck's right ring finger off, muttering giddily to himself* Need to get the bathroom wall covered...
Frank: *he launches a bottle of whiskey at Neo, followed by dancing around the beast, torch ablaze, looking for an opening*
Neo: *glances around, looking mildly annoyed, and semi-confused at the same time* Squirrels? Squirrels!
Onslaught: Where? Where are the shit-stinkin' lil bastards? *draws his revolver, aiming it at Wesker*
Kitty: Oi, cockflops! *takes a swing at him with a broken pool stick, knocking the revolver from his hand*
Neo: *grabs Wesker and Frank by the back of their collars, lifting them so that they're suspended half a foot off the ground. Stomps towards Onslaught*
Kitty Onslaught: *engaged in a mad close quarters squabble, each armed with a jagged piece of debris*
Onslaught: *embeds a piece of his metal scrap in Kitty's splintering pool stick*
Kitty: *yanks on the stick, disarming them both for good measure. Points towards Frank* You're here to kill him?
Neo: Negative.
Onslaught: Ssh! Why don't you give the whole mission away, duntcha?
Neo: Affirmative. Currently on orders of Operative Onslaught to retrieve Frank West and dispose of all applicable threa--
Onslaught: *kicks Neo between his legs - hobbles off to collect all three of his firearms, his toes in that foot now broken*
Neo: *his lip twitches, betraying the amount of discomfort he was in. Shifts his stance slightly*
Frank: *camera flashes, as he tries to stifle a laugh* Sorry, uh... That was a golden comedy moment that!
Neo: *glares at Frank, dropping Wesker, before reaching over and grabbing Frank's camera, crushing it as easily as if it were a crisp autumn leaf*
Frank: Ah. Not... Not a picture guy, I get it... *looking as sad as a kicked puppy*
Wesker: *staring in awe at Neo* It's glorious... *he breaths, clutching his bloody arm, as blood dribbles from his lips*
Kitty: *rolls her eyes* You wanna wipe up that puddle of drool you're standing in, Blondie?
Wesker: *presents her with his middle finger, but otherwise ignores her, studying Neo cautiously*
Chuck: *chokes as he tries to fight drowning in his own blood, face turning white from his efforts*
Kitty: *sighs and slams her heel into his head, grinding until the noise stopped*
Onslaught: *stomps up to Frank, grabbing his jacket* Where's my cigarette?
Kitty: Hey!
Onslaught: *turns to her, twitching*
Wesker: We need him, too.
Kitty: Yeah? And why exactly is that, dickhead?
Wesker: He's useful.
Neo: Frank West of D.R Alt has weapon expertise, and details on a powerful handgun from the AU of Capco--
Kitty: *points at Neo* See, Bravo? That's how to be a good underling.
Wesker: *bares his teeth as he stalks towards her - gets cut off*
Onslaught: *charges at Neo, smashing his fist into Neo's chin, clipping him* Cunt! And you! *points at Frank, then offers him his palm* Cigarette. Now!
Frank: Uh...
Onslaught: Do I have to smoke your flesh, instead? *smiling, face inches from his, giving him intense crazy eyes*
Neo: Bad touch.
Onslaught: Shut up, pouf!
Kitty: Here *offers him a blunt* Treuce?
Onslaught: *pivots on his heel, then marches over, snatching it as he slips it past his lips and begins chewing it*
Kitty: Your employers; they gunna kill him?
Neo: Negative.
Onslaught: Only if we don't get paid.
Kitty: I'll double it. And I'll let you keep all of their fingers.
Onslaught: Done! *runs his fingers along the brim of his hat, before he climbs onto Neo's back*
Neo: *drops Frank beside Kitty, as he steps over the stacks of corpses*
Kitty: You a'ight?
Frank: *rubbing his scalp, body aching from his andrenalin crash* I'm getting too old for this shit.
Kitty: This weapon. What's so special about it?
Wesker: It's mine!
Frank: Wait... Isn't he the head of Tricell?
Wesker: *smug*
Kitty: Was. He's a dick. Don't encourage him.
Frank: Woah. I thought he was dead *whips out his phone and snaps a picture* Nice.
Wesker: *glares, eyeing up her wound, the scent intoxicating - a potent mix of blood, sweat, and gunpowder* Looks like your friends have been nice enough to clear a path.
Kitty: *lights up a joint* Indeed.
~They leisurely walk back through the carnage, Wesker taking the lead. Once they reach the car, he popped the trunk and pointed to it, glaring at Frank~
Wesker: Get in!
Frank: *hands the joint back to Kitty, sighing* Fine. No need to get snipey with me *snuggles into the trunk, nestled against a large crate of vodka* Somehow, I think I'll be at home in here.
Wesker: *grabs Frank* Phone. Now.
Frank: What, are you my girlfriend or something?
Kitty: *smirks*
Wesker: *sneers, nodding before suddenly punching Frank, busting his nose and spraying blood everywhere. Slams the trunk shut then marches over to Kitty*
Kitty: *leaning against the car bonnet, as she stomps out her dimp* This is about the Glock, isn't it?
Wesker: *snarls, grabbing her throat, he pins her to the bonnet of the car* I will have my gun back!
Kitty: *her eyes glow green, her body crackling with a faint hum of electricity - her eyes roll back, as she claws at his chest*
Wesker: *hisses under his breath, her blood slowing to a trickle, as he considered whether or not he'd have the strength to match her* Don't you ever tire of being in control, you loathesome creature.
Kitty: *a ripple of static shock emenates from her, breaking the moment*
Wesker: *pulls away, mildly annoyed by the shock*
Kitty: *she inhales sharply* The secret is, I'm never in control. I'm just that fucking good. *sits up and sags forward, her head swimming* My god, that was hot.
Wesker: *his leering eyes are blood red, drinking in her lithe and toned body*
Kitty: Once you're patched up, then you can continue to choke me.
Wesker: *shrugs* I would rather watch you bleed like the swine that you are.
Kitty: *purrs* Get in the car.