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(Lucien's nightmare battle with Nikolai)
[Mon Oct 21 2024]
In the Darkened Alley alongside Haven National Bank
Kept impeccably clean despite the alleyways found in the rest of Haven,
the alleys of the historic district are instead are eerily pristine. Little
gardens are fenced off by little white picket fences, with dark green
dumpsters that have only a faint sour smell when in close proximity to them.
Despite that, it's poorly lit, even in the daytime, casting most of this
space in shadow.
It is afternoon, about 63F(17C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Lucien turns, frowning as he's suddenly somewhere else. A hand is lowered to his waist, and a weapon drawn, a massive bow easily the size of the man carrying it.
Julius notices the distant man with glacial blue eyes and backs off from him, preparing his bow for when the enemy is in range
Nikolai nods his head to the north.
"Let will bear us forward, then. We will find a way to relight your fire, monsieur, but for now let us focus on the battlefield. I am not built for such consternation," he relents with chagrin. Lucien's eyes flash as he moves forward, a rigid set to his face not normally seen. "For Mr. Whitaker, non?"
the besuited man has donned a fresh vest in light of the current happening, and he appears to know it's going to see use.
Julius isn't about to run into the pair. he backs off a little more, keeping an eye. Waiting. Seeking them to fall into his range, not the other way around.
"It is always the way. Do you know this one?" He inquires, gesturing with Lucien's hand towards Julius, still rushing towards the foe that's elusively pulled him into the gasping grasp of the nightmare's confines.
Julius retreats, staying far away from the other two who seem unsure about coming towards him.
"He is Julius," Nikolai replies, his voice still thick and Russian and strong, even while he's relying on his armour to keep him moving at a reasonable pace. "Leads one of the sects in town. Witch hunter. I think I heard one of our Shadows call him incel angry about woman who would not sleep with him. Something like this."
Lucien snorts uncharacteristically, a near-laugh in the situation. "Naturally. He is keeping his distance, I'm scant surprised. Why do you think he's chosen today?" The pale man is rushing ever-forward. Perhaps he feels Julius is on his heels, perhaps he's got a personal score to settle. Hard to know.
Julius furrows his brow at the statement made by Nikolai but at this distance, he doesn't seem inclined to start an argument to debunk that rumor. He moves back slow still. Seperating the enemy from each other so he can take them on one at a time if he's lucky
Lucien watches a svelte woman in a three-piece suit pop off a shot as Nikolai disparages Julius's character. Substantiation or not, Lucien seems to have reason to dela with this personally, given the way he continues to rush forward, seeking a shot against Julius with the large purpleheart bow he wields.
Julius fires off a shot when Nikolai is in range and clips his leg with a poisoned arrow. He moves back after firing, preparing another arrow
Lucien rushes forward again, remaining just out of range as a svelte woman in a three-piece suit pops off shots against Julius. The poisoned arrow that barely misses Nikolai doesn't go unnoticed. "Julius been a problem, Mr. Kuznetsov? Or is this a fresh endeavour of theirs?"
Julius just keeps up what he's doing, taking shots. Backing off, it doesn't seem very effective when his arrows barely come close to Nikolai
"This is first time dealing with him," Nikolai grunts, shaking his head. He's fast - his armour does all the moving for him, regardless of how weakened he might be underneath under there, and he puts on another burst of speed before he reaches out to lock his fingers around the other man's arm with one hand, while the other's driven off by the witch hunter's blade. "Do not draw things out so much," he scowls. "I would make this quick and easy if it were any other day, but my friend just died, da?"
Lucien finds himself still just short of firing as Nikolai reaches forward to grasp Julius's arm. He curses in French under his breath as he prepares for another burst of forward movement. "Break him, Mr. Kuznetsov." He encourages from across the battlefield.
"Alright." Julius says to whatever Nikolai said, his word muffled by his gas mask. He slaps the weapon from Nikolai's hand and follows up with his knife to try to slash him. "We can make this quick."
Not many people have separated Nikolai from his hammer - but the thing slips loose of his numbed fingers far enough there's no real point in swinging it - he just works on keeping Julius in place, hoping his weapon-toting associates might get in to deliver some actual harm.
"Bozhe moi," he sighs. "I hope you have something bigger than little knife."
"You're bound to be disappointed there," he suggests to Nikolai, still running towards the embattled pair, looking for a shot with his bow. Battles like these rarely end easily, and when they do, they end only to great effect. Blood, broken bones, split flesh, the works. Lucien's hands are drawing out the bowstring as he runs, seeking a shot on Julius.
"Not today no." Julius tells Nikolai with a hint of disappointment in his low, gravelly tone. "There was no chance for me here."
Finally - with Julius exposed for a moment, Nikolai sinks a fist into the man's solar plexus; unpleasant, even with the punch of a mortal man. His mechanised armour does the rest, propelling the other man off-balance, denying him escape while Lucien comes up from behind for a proper killshot.
"I make best weapons in town," he advertises, flashing perfect white teeth. His gums are a little sallow-looking, though. "You need better weapon. I am expensive, though. Consider it."
Julius fades out of the nightmare.
Luciens Nightmare Battle With Nikolai 241022
(Lucien's nightmare battle with Nikolai)
[Mon Oct 21 2024]
In the Darkened Alley alongside Haven National Bank
Kept impeccably clean despite the alleyways found in the rest of Haven,
the alleys of the historic district are instead are eerily pristine. Little
gardens are fenced off by little white picket fences, with dark green
dumpsters that have only a faint sour smell when in close proximity to them.
Despite that, it's poorly lit, even in the daytime, casting most of this
space in shadow.
It is afternoon, about 63F(17C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Lucien turns, frowning as he's suddenly somewhere else. A hand is lowered to his waist, and a weapon drawn, a massive bow easily the size of the man carrying it.
Julius notices the distant man with glacial blue eyes and backs off from him, preparing his bow for when the enemy is in range
Nikolai nods his head to the north.
"Let will bear us forward, then. We will find a way to relight your fire, monsieur, but for now let us focus on the battlefield. I am not built for such consternation," he relents with chagrin. Lucien's eyes flash as he moves forward, a rigid set to his face not normally seen. "For Mr. Whitaker, non?"
the besuited man has donned a fresh vest in light of the current happening, and he appears to know it's going to see use.
Julius isn't about to run into the pair. he backs off a little more, keeping an eye. Waiting. Seeking them to fall into his range, not the other way around.
"It is always the way. Do you know this one?" He inquires, gesturing with Lucien's hand towards Julius, still rushing towards the foe that's elusively pulled him into the gasping grasp of the nightmare's confines.
Julius retreats, staying far away from the other two who seem unsure about coming towards him.
"He is Julius," Nikolai replies, his voice still thick and Russian and strong, even while he's relying on his armour to keep him moving at a reasonable pace. "Leads one of the sects in town. Witch hunter. I think I heard one of our Shadows call him incel angry about woman who would not sleep with him. Something like this."
Lucien snorts uncharacteristically, a near-laugh in the situation. "Naturally. He is keeping his distance, I'm scant surprised. Why do you think he's chosen today?" The pale man is rushing ever-forward. Perhaps he feels Julius is on his heels, perhaps he's got a personal score to settle. Hard to know.
Julius furrows his brow at the statement made by Nikolai but at this distance, he doesn't seem inclined to start an argument to debunk that rumor. He moves back slow still. Seperating the enemy from each other so he can take them on one at a time if he's lucky
Lucien watches a svelte woman in a three-piece suit pop off a shot as Nikolai disparages Julius's character. Substantiation or not, Lucien seems to have reason to dela with this personally, given the way he continues to rush forward, seeking a shot against Julius with the large purpleheart bow he wields.
Julius fires off a shot when Nikolai is in range and clips his leg with a poisoned arrow. He moves back after firing, preparing another arrow
Lucien rushes forward again, remaining just out of range as a svelte woman in a three-piece suit pops off shots against Julius. The poisoned arrow that barely misses Nikolai doesn't go unnoticed. "Julius been a problem, Mr. Kuznetsov? Or is this a fresh endeavour of theirs?"
Julius just keeps up what he's doing, taking shots. Backing off, it doesn't seem very effective when his arrows barely come close to Nikolai
"This is first time dealing with him," Nikolai grunts, shaking his head. He's fast - his armour does all the moving for him, regardless of how weakened he might be underneath under there, and he puts on another burst of speed before he reaches out to lock his fingers around the other man's arm with one hand, while the other's driven off by the witch hunter's blade. "Do not draw things out so much," he scowls. "I would make this quick and easy if it were any other day, but my friend just died, da?"
Lucien finds himself still just short of firing as Nikolai reaches forward to grasp Julius's arm. He curses in French under his breath as he prepares for another burst of forward movement. "Break him, Mr. Kuznetsov." He encourages from across the battlefield.
"Alright." Julius says to whatever Nikolai said, his word muffled by his gas mask. He slaps the weapon from Nikolai's hand and follows up with his knife to try to slash him. "We can make this quick."
Not many people have separated Nikolai from his hammer - but the thing slips loose of his numbed fingers far enough there's no real point in swinging it - he just works on keeping Julius in place, hoping his weapon-toting associates might get in to deliver some actual harm.
"Bozhe moi," he sighs. "I hope you have something bigger than little knife."
"You're bound to be disappointed there," he suggests to Nikolai, still running towards the embattled pair, looking for a shot with his bow. Battles like these rarely end easily, and when they do, they end only to great effect. Blood, broken bones, split flesh, the works. Lucien's hands are drawing out the bowstring as he runs, seeking a shot on Julius.
"Not today no." Julius tells Nikolai with a hint of disappointment in his low, gravelly tone. "There was no chance for me here."
Finally - with Julius exposed for a moment, Nikolai sinks a fist into the man's solar plexus; unpleasant, even with the punch of a mortal man. His mechanised armour does the rest, propelling the other man off-balance, denying him escape while Lucien comes up from behind for a proper killshot.
"I make best weapons in town," he advertises, flashing perfect white teeth. His gums are a little sallow-looking, though. "You need better weapon. I am expensive, though. Consider it."
Julius fades out of the nightmare.