Al v14

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Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)

[al-v14]

The sword went in one of the Queen’s arm’s, piercing straight through it. She shrieked, but still advanced on him. Just as she reached out with the arm not pierced by the sword, the doors burst open just enough for Al to clamber over the pile of things.

“Hey, Arsch-hintern!" The Queen paused, turning toward the human with a snarl. Held aloft in one hand was an unlit Molotov Cocktail; in the other was a lighter, held just beneath the cloth. As he lit it, he grinned wolfishly before hurling it at her. She screeched as she pulled her arm off of the sword in order to attempt to catch the bottle. Unfortunately for her, for once, her multiplied vision worked against her and she missed. The bottle shattered against her claws hands, dousing her in alcohol that quickly caught fire. "Stein, jetzt!" he called as he lit another, clambering down and out of the way before hurling it at the pile he’d just been standing on.

[the-good-doctor-stein-deactivat]

Stein managed to hold onto the sword. He finished cutting off the webbing around his foot and rushed at the Queen. He stabbed the sword through her torso before pulling it back out and rushing over to Al. He lifted him up over his shoulder, running out of the gymnasium with him. “You shouldn’t have done that. You could have gotten hurt!” He found the window they came in through and put Al on the other side before climbing through as well. 

[al-v14]

The Queen screeched in rage, as she was impaled, swiping at Stein and batting at the flames that spread over her to no effect. They may not be deadly, but they were still painful.

Al rushed at her, snarling as he pulled his sword from it's sheath and swung it at her head just as Stein picked him up and flung him over his shoulder. His managed to re-orient himself just in time to see the Queen's head fall from her shoulders. He clambered out of the window, walking toward where he'd left his parents' bodies. "I could get hurt on any job. Zhat is part of zhe life of a hunter." he retorted, falling silent as he came to them. He sighed, planting the tip of the blade in the ground as he sank to his knees in front of them.

[clinicaldissection-archive]

Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)

[al-v14]

The Queen screeched in anger as her four guards were cut down, one after another. “My Children! Die!" she hissed before launching from her throne at him. This one wasn’t as easily beaten as her minions and was far stronger in terms of physical force, despite her appearance. She spat globs of webbing at him, aiming to stick his feet to the ground so he couldn’t move.

Meanwhile, Al had reached the gymnasium doors on the opposite side of the room and was struggling to push aside the barricade that the Arachne’s brutes had pushed against it.

[the-good-doctor-stein-deactivat]

Stein rushed back as the Queen tried to shoot webbing at him. His foot did end up getting caught. He quickly tried to cut through the webbing with the sword, but the Queen was nearly on top of him. He lunged at her with his sword, aiming for anywhere on her. He just needed to cripple her. The fire would burn off the webbing then he could get away. He heard something trying to get through the other doors, but he couldn’t help with his current position.

[al-v14]

The sword went in one of the Queen's arm's, piercing straight through it. She shrieked, but still advanced on him. Just as she reached out with the arm not pierced by the sword, the doors burst open just enough for Al to clamber over the pile of things.

"Hey, Arsch-hintern!" The Queen paused, turning toward the human with a snarl. Held aloft in one hand was an unlit Molotov Cocktail; in the other was a lighter, held just beneath the cloth. As he lit it, he grinned wolfishly before hurling it at her. She screeched as she pulled her arm off of the sword in order to attempt to catch the bottle. Unfortunately for her, for once, her multiplied vision worked against her and she missed. The bottle shattered against her claws hands, dousing her in alcohol that quickly caught fire. "Stein, jetzt!" he called as he lit another, clambering down and out of the way before hurling it at the pile he'd just been standing on.

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Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)

[al-v14]

The Queen hissed in anger as the Angel crept into her “throne room,” snarling orders at the brutes to attack him. They did as they were told, advancing on him with hisses of their own, each of them hefting a make-shift weapon of some sort.

In the cafeteria, Al scrabbled about on the floor tiles, trying to find the loose one. Finally he found one, giving an internal cheer as a small patch of them lifted from the floor to reveal a collection of half-full bottles of various types of liquor. Perfect. Glancing around, he found a pile of old rags that had been used to clean. Even better. Molotov motherlode. He hurriedly set about stuffing the rags in the alcohol-filled bottles before gathering them up and heading for the gymnasium.

[the-good-doctor-stein-deactivat]

Stein swung his sword in one hand before rushing at them. Before they even knew what was happening, he had cut off two of their heads. He then turned to the other two and started fending them off. Soon he had another one’s head rolling on the floor. Finally he was up against the last of them. He quickly removed his head and looked up at the Queen. He really hoped that fire would start soon.

[al-v14]

The Queen screeched in anger as her four guards were cut down, one after another. "My Children! Die!" she hissed before launching from her throne at him. This one wasn't as easily beaten as her minions and was far stronger in terms of physical force, despite her appearance. She spat globs of webbing at him, aiming to stick his feet to the ground so he couldn't move.

Meanwhile, Al had reached the gymnasium doors on the opposite side of the room and was struggling to push aside the barricade that the Arachne's brutes had pushed against it.

[clinicaldissection-archive]

Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)

[al-v14]

Hurry. Hurry. He grunted as he let his father’s body to the ground. There…they would be safe here for now. He hurried toward the entrance nearest the gymnasium. “Scheiße." It was chained shut and barricaded. Of course it was. He had something to start the fire with, but he needed an accelerant…something to engulf the building all the faster. Then he remembered…one of the cafeteria workers at this school, before it had been shut down, had been an alcoholic. She’d always kept a stash of liquor under the floor. He dashed toward the cafeteria, breaking a window and climbing inside.

The first brute’s head was cleaved before he even had a moment to realize he was being swung at. The remaining three attacked all the harder for the loss, their fervor growing even greater as a second one’s head was cut off. for all their strength, the brutes weren’t very smart. They abandoned their weapons, grabbing and pulling at him with their hands, leaving themselves all too open to attack as they did so.

[the-good-doctor-stein-deactivat]

He managed to cut off one of their hands as they reached to grab him. After that, he managed to cut both of their heads off one after the other. Now it was time to get inside the gym. He slipped inside and looked over to where the Queen was. He began to approach her, noticing the four other brutes that were there. He had to take care of these four before he could work on keeping the Queen in the school while it burned.

[al-v14]

The Queen hissed in anger as the Angel crept into her "throne room," snarling orders at the brutes to attack him. They did as they were told, advancing on him with hisses of their own, each of them hefting a make-shift weapon of some sort.

In the cafeteria, Al scrabbled about on the floor tiles, trying to find the loose one. Finally he found one, giving an internal cheer as a small patch of them lifted from the floor to reveal a collection of half-full bottles of various types of liquor. Perfect. Glancing around, he found a pile of old rags that had been used to clean. Even better. Molotov motherlode. He hurriedly set about stuffing the rags in the alcohol-filled bottles before gathering them up and heading for the gymnasium.

[clinicaldissection-archive]

Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)

[al-v14]

He had just come across the body of his father when he heard the echos of combat ringing through the halls.

"…Stein." He shook his head. He had a promise to keep. Finding the window they’d entered through, he struggled to get his mother outside, dragging her a good twenty feet or so away before ducking back inside to retrieve his father, using the same jacket he’d used for his mother’s head for his father’s. Hurry. Get them out. Stein may need his help.

The Arachne brutes took hit upon hit, paying no mind to their injuries. Their lives were nothing, they had to protect their Queen. One charged the Angel, his make shift weapon- a baseball bat with metal shards hammered into it- drew it back to swing it at him, leaving him open for an attack at his neck.

[the-good-doctor-stein-deactivat]

"Hah!" He quickly swung his sword, cutting off one of their heads before turning and blocking another blow with the sword. He struggled slightly before he sent the brute flying backwards into the wall. He rushed quickly over and swung to cut his head off as well. Stein was having a hard time of it, but as long as Al got that fire going, everything would be fine. They would all burn together then. And Stein could hurry out.

[al-v14]

Hurry. Hurry. He grunted as he let his father’s body to the ground. There…they would be safe here for now. He hurried toward the entrance nearest the gymnasium. “Scheiße." It was chained shut and barricaded. Of course it was. He had something to start the fire with, but he needed an accelerant…something to engulf the building all the faster. Then he remembered…one of the cafeteria workers at this school, before it had been shut down, had been an alcoholic. She’d always kept a stash of liquor under the floor. He dashed toward the cafeteria, breaking a window and climbing inside.

The first brute’s head was cleaved before he even had a moment to realize he was being swung at. The remaining three attacked all the harder for the loss, their fervor growing even greater as a second one’s head was cut off. for all their strength, the brutes weren’t very smart. They abandoned their weapons, grabbing and pulling at him with their hands, leaving themselves all too open to attack as they did so.

[mishas-assbutts]

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Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)

[al-v14]

"…zhe flames, zhey vill not hurt you?" he questioned, a thread of hesitance entering his tone briefly, as the angel turned to walk away. When the other passed out of his sight he shook his head and hurriedly set about gathering up the remains of his mother, using a cast aside jacket to gather her head. He struggled to pull her body over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry before heading back toward where they’d encountered his father.

Stein was correct, in fact, that the Queen had taken up residence in the gymnasium. What was left of her converted swarm, four particularly burly males, had taken up guard in front of the doors while four more stood beside her “throne” inside the room. Those outside hefted their makeshift weapons as the angel stepped into view, growling and snarling at him.

[the-good-doctor-stein-deactivat]

Stein couldn’t look at Al right now, which was part of the reason he walked away so quickly. He couldn’t be distracted by a human right now, he had other business to take care of. When he saw the four bodyguards he let out a groan. He pinched the bridge of his nose when they began snarling at him. “Why couldn’t it have been follow the butterflies?” He then gripped the sword he had in both hands. “Alright then, let’s get this over with.” He rushed forward and began trying to slice at the bodyguards. He was getting hits on them, but he needed to lure them one by one to him so he could cut off their heads.

[al-v14]

He had just come across the body of his father when he heard the echos of combat ringing through the halls.

"...Stein." He shook his head. He had a promise to keep. Finding the window they'd entered through, he struggled to get his mother outside, dragging her a good twenty feet or so away before ducking back inside to retrieve his father, using the same jacket he'd used for his mother's head for his father's. Hurry. Get them out. Stein may need his help.

The Arachne brutes took hit upon hit, paying no mind to their injuries. Their lives were nothing, they had to protect their Queen. One charged the Angel, his make shift weapon- a baseball bat with metal shards hammered into it- drew it back to swing it at him, leaving him open for an attack at his neck.

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Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)

[al-v14]

He remained silent for a moment before he squatted with a sigh, wiping the sword off on what was left of his mother’s clothing before sheathing it once more. When he stood, his eyes had adopted the disconnected look once again. He drew in a deep breath and nodded in confirmation. “I vould prefer to move mein eltern avay before ve do zhat, if ve can. I vould prefer to keep my promise to zhem.”

[the-good-doctor-stein-deactivat]

He nodded slowly. “Then this is where we make our goodbyes for now. I will keep going. The Queen isn’t very far. I’ll keep her distracted while you move the bodies of your parents and set the school on fire.” He then began to walk away. “Thank you, Al. I wish I could have saved your parents.” He said, not turning to look at him before he took off towards the gym, where he believed the Queen to be.

[al-v14]

"...zhe flames, zhey vill not hurt you?" he questioned, a thread of hesitance entering his tone briefly, as the angel turned to walk away. When the other passed out of his sight he shook his head and hurriedly set about gathering up the remains of his mother, using a cast aside jacket to gather her head. He struggled to pull her body over his shoulder in a fireman's carry before heading back toward where they'd encountered his father.

Stein was correct, in fact, that the Queen had taken up residence in the gymnasium. What was left of her converted swarm, four particularly burly males, had taken up guard in front of the doors while four more stood beside her "throne" inside the room. Those outside hefted their makeshift weapons as the angel stepped into view, growling and snarling at him.

[clinicaldissection-archive]

Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)

[bronzeguardian]

He flinched as he was pushed behind the other simply staring blankly ahead. When Stein turned around to look at him and questioned him he shook his head. “I…das war meine Mutter. She…looked at me vhen I… I know zhat zhere vas no saving her, but…I could svear zhat I saw some hint of her just before…” he said, his voice rasping slightly. He sighed, shaking himself in attempt to regain himself again. “Tut mir leid.”

[the-good-doctor-stein-deactivat]

He shook his head slowly. “Es ist in Ordnung." He sighed slightly and looked around at all of the dead Arachne. "We must kill the Queen. Then all of this will stop. I will have to make sure she stays trapped while you start setting the school ablaze. Can you do that?" He asked the other curiously. He had just lost both of his parents. Stein could carry on without him, but it would be much easier with his help.

[al-v14]

He remained silent for a moment before he squatted with a sigh, wiping the sword off on what was left of his mother's clothing before sheathing it once more. When he stood, his eyes had adopted the disconnected look once again. He drew in a deep breath and nodded in confirmation. "I vould prefer to move mein eltern avay before ve do zhat, if ve can. I vould prefer to keep my promise to zhem."