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(Emmanuel's nightmare battle with Korina)
[Mon Oct 28 2024]
In the Foyer of a Dark, Elegant Penthouse
The dark, modern penthouse foyer exudes refined sophistication. Polished black marble floors reflect dim ambient light, setting a luxurious tone from the moment you step inside. Deep slate grey walls are complemented by a sleek console table with brushed steel legs, adorned with minimalist sculptures that cast intricate, captivating shadows.
The walls feature black decorative wallpaper with subtle, textured patterns, adding depth and an air of understated elegance to the space. A striking chandelier composed of interlocking black metal rings hangs from the ceiling, its warm light creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and shadow. This illumination highlights the contemporary art pieces, each strategically placed and illuminated by discreet spotlights, adding layers of visual interest.
The air is cool and carries a faint scent of leather and cedar, enhancing the atmosphere of refined sophistication. At the end of the foyer, tall matte-black double doors with sleek vertical handles stand imposingly, hinting at the opulent luxury that lies beyond, inviting you to explore further into this elegant haven.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Konstantin calls out into the mists; "Emmanuel. Being silly?"
"Always." Emmanuel calls back to whomever this is, while shamelessly peeking through the duffle bag sitting inside of the room, "Who is this, hm?"
"Saint Nicholas" is Konstantin 's entirely european reply
Should she be here? Probably not. But here she is. Lilah offers a little wave, as she scoots herself a bit closer to Emmanuel, looking quite, quite unsure of what's going on.
Korina says, entirely unconvincingly, "It is me, Jodie."
"Oh, this is a welcome surprise," Emmanuel blurts out as he notes Lilah with some clear relief. It's not often that he ends up with someone fighting on his side in the nightmare, "Ugh, non. Not Jodie. Anyone but Jodie."
Korina cackles. It's not Jodie's voice. Assuming the Frenchman knows what Jodie's voice sounds like.
"And her friend, Dean", Konstantin adds in his voice. Also not the real voice. Also.. alive.
Of course Emmanuel knows what it sounds like. Too many cigarettes, and broken dreams. "Oh, merde. Dean and Jodie both," The Frenchman laments aside to Lilah dryly, before checking and rechecking his weapons.
Konstantin looks aside to Korina. "Done warming up?"
Lilah gives a tiny grimace, as if to suggest she's very much unsure that Emmanuel should be pleased. Or to suggest that the name given is unwelcome. Whichever it is, she reaches into her bag for a little vial, and bites at her lower lip. Finally, she gives voice in the darkness that surrounds them to say, "This isn't like the operations, then?"
Korina says "Yes. Let's finish before operation so we can do this again."
Konstantin nods in agreement, drawing his sword. "LEt's."
Konstantin skips back away from those opposing them as the mist finally clears enough for him to make them out, gripping a radio attached to his armour. "We are engaged. Lock in and breach, now!"
Much like Konstantin, Emmanuel immediately goes calling for help - sending out a distress call with his sub-dermal implant while fishing a grenade out of his many straps and pouches. He shakes it, pops it, and then flings it toward Korina while bravely turning around and running away from her, "Similiar!" He calls aside to Lilah
This is off to a phenomenal start. Korina's forgotten her mask yet again, and in her attempts to hit /anything at all/, she dashes over to the nearest heartbeat she can hear and smacks her claws against her comrade's sword. Whoops.
"That wasn't..." Lilah says, when her magic apparently goes entirely awry. With a frustrated grumble, she turns and darts after Emmanuel. "My magic isn't even working here," she pouts. Yep. Not helpful.
"Sorry, President!" Korina calls out, grumbles something else under her breath, and makes a beeline for the right targets this time, launching herself through the air in one massive leap to land near Lilah and Emmanuel. Her claws are already out, and she's got zero qualms about stabbing pregnant women.
Konstantin catches the blade on his at the last moment, eyes widening a little as the SUDDEN BETRAYAL by his TRUSTED ALLY Korina with NO PROVOCATION partially breaks his cold bearing. "Blyat!" After a quick recovery, Konstantin inhales a quick huff and then steps back towards the opposition, exhaling a stream of black smog and crimson cinder towards Lilah.
"Blyat-blyat!" Emmanuel yells back over at Konstantin as he is unfairly betrayed by his own ally. Woah, that's so rude. Fortunately Emmanuel never has to worry about being struck by allies during combat. He ducks in closer to Lilah, attempting to shield her from any further flaming assaults, or kitty-cat-claws, and throws a handful of pocket sand right at Korina's mean face.
Incapable of much after being slashed by claws and bombarded by hellfire, it would seem, she lets Emmanuel push in close, while she strikes out with her sword. The blow doesn't seem to even land, while she's wiping cinders from her eyes and trying to sort out up from down. And so, the redhead skips backward a half step, magic shimmering in the air - at least this magic seems to work right! And then instead of the woman, there's Lilah(Dama dama) breathing hard as she stares down their two attackers.
Korina perks up noticeably when Lilah(Dama dama) shifts into her more doe-y form, and her next strike of claws that slams against Emmanuel's battle-axe is all the more distracted for it. "I have been wanting to eat that," she tells nobody in particular. /That/ is likely Lilah(Dama dama), and Korina does look quite ravenous all of a sudden.
With a flash and a muted thundercrack, jackbooted, ceramic-plated enforcer appears beside Konstantin. "Good work, Artyom, start the breach!", Konstantin calls out as he points a finger towards Lilah(Dama dama). "Finish off the deer, then deal with the frenchman."
"Oui, shoot at us, Arty!" Emmanuel calls out towards the Russian reinforcements, while grabbing at Korina and getting all handsy as he attempts to drag her into the line of fire, "Non eating! Bad cat!" The Frenchman chirps at her, and tries to bash her with his axe to show just how misbehaved she is being.
Lilah(Dama dama)'s nostrils flare and her eyes widen; for all that her temperment is quite clearly not that of the apex predator, it doesn't seem as if she's all that keen on being labeled dinner. With a nimble twist that the pregnant woman could never have managed, the deer throws her hind legs outward, intent on connecting with Korina's skull. She misses that particular mark, of course, as she's already off balance entirely from the earlier assault but as her hooves ring against those blades, the deer leaps backward a few more paces.
"Ay!" Korina tells, very Nikolai-esque, when Emmanuel gets all handsy with her, and lashes out with her claws at him this time, just stabbing at everything and anything she can reach to force the man to let her go. It doesn't work, because his handsiness level is off the charts. "Let go! I have dinner ready here!"
Konstantin steps forwards a little more, trying to find an angle on Lilah(Dama dama) as he calls out in turn; "That is Simonov, russophobe." That'll show Emmanuel weaponised social justice. You're done-zo, pal.
Clearing his throat of the sooty remnants of his last blad, Konstantin spews a quick burst of flame over at his foes.
Despite his attempts to protect Lilah(Dama dama), that hellfire manages to slip right on past Emmanuel's guard - turning that poor pretty doe into something closer looking to dinner, no doubt. "You're a phobe!" He quips back to Konstantin, which isn't his best, but he's busy! Then it's back to Korina. Emmanuel is French, and therefore very handsy. Only in Hollywood might you find people more handy than the French. Eventually he has to release her in order to try and beat her up.
Lilah(Dama dama) huffs a sound that's half a snort, half a scream as that hellfire singes her hide yet again. She's winded, and she's struggling, but even when she looks for a moment like she might give in to her nature and turn and flee, she doesn't. Instead, tossing her head, the little cervine creature rears up, front hooves flailing in a wild attack against Korina - the one nearest to her in this moment.
Korina isn't up for getting her head smashed in by a doe tonight, so she simply does not. The dodges the hoof attack and bonks Lilah(Dama dama) right in the forehead with the flat sides of her claws, still recovering from all of Emmanuel's handsiness. It was a lot of trauma for one woman.
Konstantin inhales a fresh lungful of air in two heavy breaths, the second producing an audible crackling as hellish fire kindles in the hot cavity of his chest. With a roar, a jet of flame bursts forth and cuts at Lilah(Dama dama), wreathed in choking sooty smoke. A moment later; another thunderclap, and Artyom finally arrives.. to come and attack the man responsible for this affront against his people.
Emmanuel ducks in closer toward Lilah(Dama dama) once more, trying to keep between her and attacks again. This time, in an attempt to make it actually happen, he also reaches over to tug Korina's weapons out of her hands, putting them in time out, "Non claws for you!" He blurts out, and tries to beat her over the head with his axe.
Lilah(Dama dama) staggers again, bracing her feet as yet another wash of the only kind of fire that can actually hurt her, hits hard. The doe is reeling, the whites of her eyes prominent, her nostrils flared, and she clearly doesn't have the energy to lift fore or hind legs in another assault. But she's not done for yet! With the last of her reserves of energy, she lunges forward, putting blunt, herbivorous teeth to the task of ripping and tearing - even if it is just a bit of fabric.
As Korina's claws are knocked out of her hands, Korina lets out an annoyed little noise at the back of her throat, looking like she's about to smack Emmanuel with just her hands instead before she changes her mind and instead just retreats to catch a breather away from handsy Frenchman and dinner-doe and closer to her arch-nemesis, a petite nymph in a swirl of water and ice, her cuff bracelets glowing with some or the other sort of fuckery on the way there.
As the goons close in, spitting leaden death before drawing their blades upon closing, Konstantin seeks to suppliment the threat with a little more fire. Not quite a true demon, Konstantin coughs a little and clutches his throat, perhaps having overdone it a little with that last blast. He spits out a glob of soot-black phlegm before setting back to task, spewing a quick gobbet of roiling flame towards Emmanuel that bursts upon his armour.
"Ow, gross. Ow!" Emmanuel blurts out in agony, both physical and emotional, as someone ends up spitting a whole arse loogie toward him. "That is disgusting! Ugh!" Then, of course, he's on fire, and that takes precidence for some small time there. He darts closer to Korina and a petite nymph in a swirl of water and ice, just crashing into the laters water to put him out, before trying to smack Korina once more.
"Ow, gross. Ow!" Emmanuel blurts out in agony, both physical and emotional, as Konstantin ends up spitting a whole arse loogie toward him. "That is disgusting! Ugh!" Then, of course, he's on fire, and that takes precidence for some small time there. He darts closer to Korina and a petite nymph in a swirl of water and ice, just crashing into the laters water to put him out, before trying to smack Korina once more.
Lilah(Dama dama) fades out of the nightmare.
Korina growls at her worst enemy. That's a petite nymph in a swirl of water and ice, not Emmanuel. Emmanuel and Korina are besties, as we all know. "Stop," she tells the minion, and her claws slice all the way along the Frenchman's boogie-covered arm-on-fire in her rush to get rid of the nymph.
Emmanuel fades out of the nightmare.
Konstantin draws up another heavy blast again, having lost his bestie due to her sudden betrayal of his trust. He blasts the drone before pointing at the nymph; "Artyom, Simonov, kill stupid drone."
Konstantin apparently pointed at one thing and shouted the other. Thankfully the boyz take notice of the pointing rather than the shouting.
Konstantin yawns and stretches out, done
Konstantin says "bit rude"
Konstantin says "in my house"
Emmanuels Nightmare Battle With Korina 241029
(Emmanuel's nightmare battle with Korina)
[Mon Oct 28 2024]
In the Foyer of a Dark, Elegant Penthouse
The dark, modern penthouse foyer exudes refined sophistication. Polished black marble floors reflect dim ambient light, setting a luxurious tone from the moment you step inside. Deep slate grey walls are complemented by a sleek console table with brushed steel legs, adorned with minimalist sculptures that cast intricate, captivating shadows.
The walls feature black decorative wallpaper with subtle, textured patterns, adding depth and an air of understated elegance to the space. A striking chandelier composed of interlocking black metal rings hangs from the ceiling, its warm light creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and shadow. This illumination highlights the contemporary art pieces, each strategically placed and illuminated by discreet spotlights, adding layers of visual interest.
The air is cool and carries a faint scent of leather and cedar, enhancing the atmosphere of refined sophistication. At the end of the foyer, tall matte-black double doors with sleek vertical handles stand imposingly, hinting at the opulent luxury that lies beyond, inviting you to explore further into this elegant haven.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Konstantin calls out into the mists; "Emmanuel. Being silly?"
"Always." Emmanuel calls back to whomever this is, while shamelessly peeking through the duffle bag sitting inside of the room, "Who is this, hm?"
"Saint Nicholas" is Konstantin 's entirely european reply
Should she be here? Probably not. But here she is. Lilah offers a little wave, as she scoots herself a bit closer to Emmanuel, looking quite, quite unsure of what's going on.
Korina says, entirely unconvincingly, "It is me, Jodie."
"Oh, this is a welcome surprise," Emmanuel blurts out as he notes Lilah with some clear relief. It's not often that he ends up with someone fighting on his side in the nightmare, "Ugh, non. Not Jodie. Anyone but Jodie."
Korina cackles. It's not Jodie's voice. Assuming the Frenchman knows what Jodie's voice sounds like.
"And her friend, Dean", Konstantin adds in his voice. Also not the real voice. Also.. alive.
Of course Emmanuel knows what it sounds like. Too many cigarettes, and broken dreams. "Oh, merde. Dean and Jodie both," The Frenchman laments aside to Lilah dryly, before checking and rechecking his weapons.
Konstantin looks aside to Korina. "Done warming up?"
Lilah gives a tiny grimace, as if to suggest she's very much unsure that Emmanuel should be pleased. Or to suggest that the name given is unwelcome. Whichever it is, she reaches into her bag for a little vial, and bites at her lower lip. Finally, she gives voice in the darkness that surrounds them to say, "This isn't like the operations, then?"
Korina says "Yes. Let's finish before operation so we can do this again."
Konstantin nods in agreement, drawing his sword. "LEt's."
Konstantin skips back away from those opposing them as the mist finally clears enough for him to make them out, gripping a radio attached to his armour. "We are engaged. Lock in and breach, now!"
Much like Konstantin, Emmanuel immediately goes calling for help - sending out a distress call with his sub-dermal implant while fishing a grenade out of his many straps and pouches. He shakes it, pops it, and then flings it toward Korina while bravely turning around and running away from her, "Similiar!" He calls aside to Lilah
This is off to a phenomenal start. Korina's forgotten her mask yet again, and in her attempts to hit /anything at all/, she dashes over to the nearest heartbeat she can hear and smacks her claws against her comrade's sword. Whoops.
"That wasn't..." Lilah says, when her magic apparently goes entirely awry. With a frustrated grumble, she turns and darts after Emmanuel. "My magic isn't even working here," she pouts. Yep. Not helpful.
"Sorry, President!" Korina calls out, grumbles something else under her breath, and makes a beeline for the right targets this time, launching herself through the air in one massive leap to land near Lilah and Emmanuel. Her claws are already out, and she's got zero qualms about stabbing pregnant women.
Konstantin catches the blade on his at the last moment, eyes widening a little as the SUDDEN BETRAYAL by his TRUSTED ALLY Korina with NO PROVOCATION partially breaks his cold bearing. "Blyat!" After a quick recovery, Konstantin inhales a quick huff and then steps back towards the opposition, exhaling a stream of black smog and crimson cinder towards Lilah.
"Blyat-blyat!" Emmanuel yells back over at Konstantin as he is unfairly betrayed by his own ally. Woah, that's so rude. Fortunately Emmanuel never has to worry about being struck by allies during combat. He ducks in closer to Lilah, attempting to shield her from any further flaming assaults, or kitty-cat-claws, and throws a handful of pocket sand right at Korina's mean face.
Incapable of much after being slashed by claws and bombarded by hellfire, it would seem, she lets Emmanuel push in close, while she strikes out with her sword. The blow doesn't seem to even land, while she's wiping cinders from her eyes and trying to sort out up from down. And so, the redhead skips backward a half step, magic shimmering in the air - at least this magic seems to work right! And then instead of the woman, there's Lilah(Dama dama) breathing hard as she stares down their two attackers.
Korina perks up noticeably when Lilah(Dama dama) shifts into her more doe-y form, and her next strike of claws that slams against Emmanuel's battle-axe is all the more distracted for it. "I have been wanting to eat that," she tells nobody in particular. /That/ is likely Lilah(Dama dama), and Korina does look quite ravenous all of a sudden.
With a flash and a muted thundercrack, jackbooted, ceramic-plated enforcer appears beside Konstantin. "Good work, Artyom, start the breach!", Konstantin calls out as he points a finger towards Lilah(Dama dama). "Finish off the deer, then deal with the frenchman."
"Oui, shoot at us, Arty!" Emmanuel calls out towards the Russian reinforcements, while grabbing at Korina and getting all handsy as he attempts to drag her into the line of fire, "Non eating! Bad cat!" The Frenchman chirps at her, and tries to bash her with his axe to show just how misbehaved she is being.
Lilah(Dama dama)'s nostrils flare and her eyes widen; for all that her temperment is quite clearly not that of the apex predator, it doesn't seem as if she's all that keen on being labeled dinner. With a nimble twist that the pregnant woman could never have managed, the deer throws her hind legs outward, intent on connecting with Korina's skull. She misses that particular mark, of course, as she's already off balance entirely from the earlier assault but as her hooves ring against those blades, the deer leaps backward a few more paces.
"Ay!" Korina tells, very Nikolai-esque, when Emmanuel gets all handsy with her, and lashes out with her claws at him this time, just stabbing at everything and anything she can reach to force the man to let her go. It doesn't work, because his handsiness level is off the charts. "Let go! I have dinner ready here!"
Konstantin steps forwards a little more, trying to find an angle on Lilah(Dama dama) as he calls out in turn; "That is Simonov, russophobe." That'll show Emmanuel weaponised social justice. You're done-zo, pal.
Clearing his throat of the sooty remnants of his last blad, Konstantin spews a quick burst of flame over at his foes.
Despite his attempts to protect Lilah(Dama dama), that hellfire manages to slip right on past Emmanuel's guard - turning that poor pretty doe into something closer looking to dinner, no doubt. "You're a phobe!" He quips back to Konstantin, which isn't his best, but he's busy! Then it's back to Korina. Emmanuel is French, and therefore very handsy. Only in Hollywood might you find people more handy than the French. Eventually he has to release her in order to try and beat her up.
Lilah(Dama dama) huffs a sound that's half a snort, half a scream as that hellfire singes her hide yet again. She's winded, and she's struggling, but even when she looks for a moment like she might give in to her nature and turn and flee, she doesn't. Instead, tossing her head, the little cervine creature rears up, front hooves flailing in a wild attack against Korina - the one nearest to her in this moment.
Korina isn't up for getting her head smashed in by a doe tonight, so she simply does not. The dodges the hoof attack and bonks Lilah(Dama dama) right in the forehead with the flat sides of her claws, still recovering from all of Emmanuel's handsiness. It was a lot of trauma for one woman.
Konstantin inhales a fresh lungful of air in two heavy breaths, the second producing an audible crackling as hellish fire kindles in the hot cavity of his chest. With a roar, a jet of flame bursts forth and cuts at Lilah(Dama dama), wreathed in choking sooty smoke. A moment later; another thunderclap, and Artyom finally arrives.. to come and attack the man responsible for this affront against his people.
Emmanuel ducks in closer toward Lilah(Dama dama) once more, trying to keep between her and attacks again. This time, in an attempt to make it actually happen, he also reaches over to tug Korina's weapons out of her hands, putting them in time out, "Non claws for you!" He blurts out, and tries to beat her over the head with his axe.
Lilah(Dama dama) staggers again, bracing her feet as yet another wash of the only kind of fire that can actually hurt her, hits hard. The doe is reeling, the whites of her eyes prominent, her nostrils flared, and she clearly doesn't have the energy to lift fore or hind legs in another assault. But she's not done for yet! With the last of her reserves of energy, she lunges forward, putting blunt, herbivorous teeth to the task of ripping and tearing - even if it is just a bit of fabric.
As Korina's claws are knocked out of her hands, Korina lets out an annoyed little noise at the back of her throat, looking like she's about to smack Emmanuel with just her hands instead before she changes her mind and instead just retreats to catch a breather away from handsy Frenchman and dinner-doe and closer to her arch-nemesis, a petite nymph in a swirl of water and ice, her cuff bracelets glowing with some or the other sort of fuckery on the way there.
As the goons close in, spitting leaden death before drawing their blades upon closing, Konstantin seeks to suppliment the threat with a little more fire. Not quite a true demon, Konstantin coughs a little and clutches his throat, perhaps having overdone it a little with that last blast. He spits out a glob of soot-black phlegm before setting back to task, spewing a quick gobbet of roiling flame towards Emmanuel that bursts upon his armour.
"Ow, gross. Ow!" Emmanuel blurts out in agony, both physical and emotional, as someone ends up spitting a whole arse loogie toward him. "That is disgusting! Ugh!" Then, of course, he's on fire, and that takes precidence for some small time there. He darts closer to Korina and a petite nymph in a swirl of water and ice, just crashing into the laters water to put him out, before trying to smack Korina once more.
"Ow, gross. Ow!" Emmanuel blurts out in agony, both physical and emotional, as Konstantin ends up spitting a whole arse loogie toward him. "That is disgusting! Ugh!" Then, of course, he's on fire, and that takes precidence for some small time there. He darts closer to Korina and a petite nymph in a swirl of water and ice, just crashing into the laters water to put him out, before trying to smack Korina once more.
Lilah(Dama dama) fades out of the nightmare.
Korina growls at her worst enemy. That's a petite nymph in a swirl of water and ice, not Emmanuel. Emmanuel and Korina are besties, as we all know. "Stop," she tells the minion, and her claws slice all the way along the Frenchman's boogie-covered arm-on-fire in her rush to get rid of the nymph.
Emmanuel fades out of the nightmare.
Konstantin draws up another heavy blast again, having lost his bestie due to her sudden betrayal of his trust. He blasts the drone before pointing at the nymph; "Artyom, Simonov, kill stupid drone."
Konstantin apparently pointed at one thing and shouted the other. Thankfully the boyz take notice of the pointing rather than the shouting.
Konstantin yawns and stretches out, done
Konstantin says "bit rude"
Konstantin says "in my house"