Alipier Observatory
Landing
Another splash of violet light ruptured from the ground beneath the tiles, seeping straight through them as if made of gas. It formed quickly into a solid but messy crystal, slamming the halved Gargoyle between it and the door with a crash. The flurry of casts had put more strain on Rhea's mind than she could handle, as if something had tugged on her brain by a rope. First came lightheadedness, and the child soon started to feel the world smear around them. With a rush of cold air on her face, Rhea blacked out against the stone floor.
The door now laid half open, forced off its hinges. The purple crystal that had formed quickly started to fade away into nothingness, dropping the now inert Gargoyle against the ground. Dahlia had been flattened against the wall in the process, but looked between the child, robot, and others in a moment of panic. Right after the haze had settled, the captain yanked the child up by the coat and held hoisted them over the shoulder. She kicked the Gargoyle once more for good measure, and turned back to the others, waving her hand towards the open exit. "Out here!"
As the captain made her way out with the injured Rhea, the sawblade wiggled free from the dead Gargoyle. It wiggled until the force snapped it free from its hinge, sending the blade hurtling towards the active robot. To the surprise of Miko, however, the robot met it with equally fast reaction time. One of the two blades on the assaulting Gargoyle popped free, rolling down it's arm and hitting Mikodimus in the chest. It wasn't lethal, but the blade had enough spin to chew through the leather coat he was wearing and get a decent strike at whatever was beneath it.
The Gargoyle tracked the flying blade with high-speed percision as it approached, sticking its now open arm out to socket the blade, just where the other had been. It then, promptly, slapped Mikodimus across the face, catching his chin with the edge of the inert blade as it passed.
Nave
The Gargoyle fell backwards with the weight of Marie's sudden lunge, spasming and smoking from the sudden overload pushed through it. The smell of burnt capacitors filled the air as several flashes of light popped from within its skull. The robot was downed, but Marie was not unscathed. The spun-up saws of the machine had no brakes, and one easily dug through the flesh of her right arm, leaving a trail of blood seeping from around her forearm.
The Gargoyle buckled from the tackle by Deimos, falling forwards. The revving saw blades on its arms came dangerously close to the mans remaining limbs as they fell, but glanced off the tile floor in a flurry of sparks as they lost momentum. The gargoyle kicked in return, kneeing Deimos square in the nose with the hard rubber wheel that was attacked to the front of its knee.
Between the stray revolver shots and the point blank shotgun blast, the Gargoyle looming over Juryrig was sent cartwheeling away in pieces. It evened out into a prone position and rolled away on the kinetic energy from the blast, but was missing an arm and seemed to have lost control of its torso's rotation, leaving it limp.
Keith's problems were far from over, however. As he approached Juryrig with an empty clip, the Gargoyle he left behind caught up with velocity. Sliding by on its heels and elbows, the Gargoyle lashed out a spinning blade, running it clean across the informants left ankle to the bone. The Gargoyle stalled its slide, rolling into a standing position once more between the two. From behind the two came the sound of crashing glass, followed by a rain of shrapnel.
The Pixys were running late. Granted, they had to grab their suits. One of the green and white bouncers that had escorted OSC-01 prior crashed through the top of one of the Observatory windows, trying its best to kick it open but shattering many panes in the process. The Pixy Bouncer landed with a thud ahead of Keith, cleaving down one side of the assaulting Gargoyle with it's pata. Across the Nave, the other two Bouncers emerged from the parlor steps.
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Ferrus drew back a fist as a Gargoyle lunged at them, throwing it back to smash the lanky robot into the tile floor. Sparks and shrapnel were thrown into the air as the revved saw blades of the Gargoyle struck against the armored palm, the teeth being chewed up quickly. OSC-01 on the other hand took a defensive stance, keeping two invaders at bay with periodic lashes that cleaved away chunks of scrap. "It was lost. I've been awake for less than a week and it's been messy."
The massive golem clenched the heap of scrap that had become of the Gargoyle, throwing it like a boulder into the next that had latched on. Despite the outwardly mixed appearances, the Gargoyles seemed to be moving in synchronization. Ferrus had fallen silent for a moment, but continued the conversation as two more Gargoyles sliced at his arms. "Avani was stirred before I ever was. I awoke about a decade ago, to a massacre. Cold bodies, missing limbs, blood splattered on the walls. Some... Grumman folk from the city down south. I found Avani hiding in the balcony, lost in some fit of hysteria trying to claw her audio receptors out." Ferrus leaned forwards, slamming his right knee into the ground and crushing the latched Gargoyle along with it. "She wasn't herself, and didn't start to surface again until after a hard reset."
OSC-01 stalled for a moment after hearing the incident, and the name. But there wasn't time for that; She waved a hand in a circular motion, but stopped as something completely different drifted from the other end of the hall. What now. "Sounds familiar. What happened after?"
A Gargoyle took the moment, to drive a sawblade down the arm of the Overseer, which resulted in an immediate impalement in backlash. The robot was struck through the chest with the glaive like a kebab.
"I cleaned her up and we gave the lost a service. She was shattered by what happened, insisted on splitting for the moment. 'Said she needed to find some kind of solace with herself." BTC-03 spun their head around between their massive armored collar, looking back at the Overseer. "I thought if anything, she was going to see you." The golem raised his head as he too spotted the strange cloud of edgy armor making its way down the Nave at speed. "What now."
"We didn't end off well last I saw her, but that was..." OSC-01 drew the glaive back, slamming the impaled Gargoyle against the ground. "You seem well, you take these and I'll deal with... that."
With that, OSC-01 pressed away from the brawl and batted the remaining Gargoyle away as she made her way towards the brewing chaos. BTC-03 simply shook his head and returned to the problems at hand.
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The sweeping hits from Romulus' greatsword did a fair number on both the Gargoyles and Reman caught in its path, knocking both around the Nave with the former splitting at the hip after the second strike. As Romulus reared back for another hit on the group, however, a high pitched whine echoed from his left.
The greatsword was struck not far up from the guard by a white hot glaive thrown like a spear. The tip of the glaive had been charged and seared with a green wave of violent energy, sawing through the other metal blade like a serrated saw as it passed. In the end, the greatsword had been greatly shortened, with a fair chunk of metal broken clean off the side. The glaive quickly lost its energy and guided momentum, sticking to the ground behind Romulus.
OSC-01 stood to the side, trying to keep a firm stance despite looking quite dazed from the throw. The two Pixy bouncers from the parlor rushed to her side. "I don't know who you are, but back off the mechanic or I'll start aiming true."
Landing
Another splash of violet light ruptured from the ground beneath the tiles, seeping straight through them as if made of gas. It formed quickly into a solid but messy crystal, slamming the halved Gargoyle between it and the door with a crash. The flurry of casts had put more strain on Rhea's mind than she could handle, as if something had tugged on her brain by a rope. First came lightheadedness, and the child soon started to feel the world smear around them. With a rush of cold air on her face, Rhea blacked out against the stone floor.
The door now laid half open, forced off its hinges. The purple crystal that had formed quickly started to fade away into nothingness, dropping the now inert Gargoyle against the ground. Dahlia had been flattened against the wall in the process, but looked between the child, robot, and others in a moment of panic. Right after the haze had settled, the captain yanked the child up by the coat and held hoisted them over the shoulder. She kicked the Gargoyle once more for good measure, and turned back to the others, waving her hand towards the open exit. "Out here!"
As the captain made her way out with the injured Rhea, the sawblade wiggled free from the dead Gargoyle. It wiggled until the force snapped it free from its hinge, sending the blade hurtling towards the active robot. To the surprise of Miko, however, the robot met it with equally fast reaction time. One of the two blades on the assaulting Gargoyle popped free, rolling down it's arm and hitting Mikodimus in the chest. It wasn't lethal, but the blade had enough spin to chew through the leather coat he was wearing and get a decent strike at whatever was beneath it.
The Gargoyle tracked the flying blade with high-speed percision as it approached, sticking its now open arm out to socket the blade, just where the other had been. It then, promptly, slapped Mikodimus across the face, catching his chin with the edge of the inert blade as it passed.
Nave
The Gargoyle fell backwards with the weight of Marie's sudden lunge, spasming and smoking from the sudden overload pushed through it. The smell of burnt capacitors filled the air as several flashes of light popped from within its skull. The robot was downed, but Marie was not unscathed. The spun-up saws of the machine had no brakes, and one easily dug through the flesh of her right arm, leaving a trail of blood seeping from around her forearm.
The Gargoyle buckled from the tackle by Deimos, falling forwards. The revving saw blades on its arms came dangerously close to the mans remaining limbs as they fell, but glanced off the tile floor in a flurry of sparks as they lost momentum. The gargoyle kicked in return, kneeing Deimos square in the nose with the hard rubber wheel that was attacked to the front of its knee.
Between the stray revolver shots and the point blank shotgun blast, the Gargoyle looming over Juryrig was sent cartwheeling away in pieces. It evened out into a prone position and rolled away on the kinetic energy from the blast, but was missing an arm and seemed to have lost control of its torso's rotation, leaving it limp.
Keith's problems were far from over, however. As he approached Juryrig with an empty clip, the Gargoyle he left behind caught up with velocity. Sliding by on its heels and elbows, the Gargoyle lashed out a spinning blade, running it clean across the informants left ankle to the bone. The Gargoyle stalled its slide, rolling into a standing position once more between the two. From behind the two came the sound of crashing glass, followed by a rain of shrapnel.
The Pixys were running late. Granted, they had to grab their suits. One of the green and white bouncers that had escorted OSC-01 prior crashed through the top of one of the Observatory windows, trying its best to kick it open but shattering many panes in the process. The Pixy Bouncer landed with a thud ahead of Keith, cleaving down one side of the assaulting Gargoyle with it's pata. Across the Nave, the other two Bouncers emerged from the parlor steps.
---
Ferrus drew back a fist as a Gargoyle lunged at them, throwing it back to smash the lanky robot into the tile floor. Sparks and shrapnel were thrown into the air as the revved saw blades of the Gargoyle struck against the armored palm, the teeth being chewed up quickly. OSC-01 on the other hand took a defensive stance, keeping two invaders at bay with periodic lashes that cleaved away chunks of scrap. "It was lost. I've been awake for less than a week and it's been messy."
The massive golem clenched the heap of scrap that had become of the Gargoyle, throwing it like a boulder into the next that had latched on. Despite the outwardly mixed appearances, the Gargoyles seemed to be moving in synchronization. Ferrus had fallen silent for a moment, but continued the conversation as two more Gargoyles sliced at his arms. "Avani was stirred before I ever was. I awoke about a decade ago, to a massacre. Cold bodies, missing limbs, blood splattered on the walls. Some... Grumman folk from the city down south. I found Avani hiding in the balcony, lost in some fit of hysteria trying to claw her audio receptors out." Ferrus leaned forwards, slamming his right knee into the ground and crushing the latched Gargoyle along with it. "She wasn't herself, and didn't start to surface again until after a hard reset."
OSC-01 stalled for a moment after hearing the incident, and the name. But there wasn't time for that; She waved a hand in a circular motion, but stopped as something completely different drifted from the other end of the hall. What now. "Sounds familiar. What happened after?"
A Gargoyle took the moment, to drive a sawblade down the arm of the Overseer, which resulted in an immediate impalement in backlash. The robot was struck through the chest with the glaive like a kebab.
"I cleaned her up and we gave the lost a service. She was shattered by what happened, insisted on splitting for the moment. 'Said she needed to find some kind of solace with herself." BTC-03 spun their head around between their massive armored collar, looking back at the Overseer. "I thought if anything, she was going to see you." The golem raised his head as he too spotted the strange cloud of edgy armor making its way down the Nave at speed. "What now."
"We didn't end off well last I saw her, but that was..." OSC-01 drew the glaive back, slamming the impaled Gargoyle against the ground. "You seem well, you take these and I'll deal with... that."
With that, OSC-01 pressed away from the brawl and batted the remaining Gargoyle away as she made her way towards the brewing chaos. BTC-03 simply shook his head and returned to the problems at hand.
---
The sweeping hits from Romulus' greatsword did a fair number on both the Gargoyles and Reman caught in its path, knocking both around the Nave with the former splitting at the hip after the second strike. As Romulus reared back for another hit on the group, however, a high pitched whine echoed from his left.
The greatsword was struck not far up from the guard by a white hot glaive thrown like a spear. The tip of the glaive had been charged and seared with a green wave of violent energy, sawing through the other metal blade like a serrated saw as it passed. In the end, the greatsword had been greatly shortened, with a fair chunk of metal broken clean off the side. The glaive quickly lost its energy and guided momentum, sticking to the ground behind Romulus.
OSC-01 stood to the side, trying to keep a firm stance despite looking quite dazed from the throw. The two Pixy bouncers from the parlor rushed to her side. "I don't know who you are, but back off the mechanic or I'll start aiming true."