None of My Buisiness « Thread Started on Nov 6, 2009, 10:36am »
Wind laid back in her small travel trailer. It was a mess...well, it was a clutter. Every spare space of the small home was jam packed full of items, trinkets, contraptions, half-cocked ideas, scribbled notes, amulets. It looked like the home of indecisive pack rat, instead of collecting sole objects, it looked as if she collected everything. Laying on her bed, she looked down the three stride hall way to the “main room” two chairs, bolted to the floor, a table, and small cooking counter-top.
Only the chairs were cleared of her clutter as even the table and counter-top resembled barely controlled chaos. There was distant rumble and brightening outside her curtained windows and Wind reached out, pulling a corner of the curtain up to look outside. There was a brightening in the distance, with in the city, that soon faded to be followed by another rumble. Thunder storm?
Her green eyes went sky ward, feeling...There was a cloud cover, and some moisture, but enough to produce a thunderstorm. She sat up slightly, brows drawn down in thought before she reached in the other direction and flipped on a small radio that sat on a ad hoc shelf attached to the wall. Quickly, a news voice came on, extolling about a warehouse explosion, an unknown amount of injuries and that a police swat force was there.
“How very odd. Why would SWAT be at a disaster scene?”
Considering to go take a look herself she quickly dismissed the idea. It was really none of her business who did what and why here. The carnival was at the end of it's stay at this city and would soon be moving on. Her fingers twisted the dial on the radio, bringing up golden oldies instead. It was the end of the night, the Carnival was shutdown until tomorrow. Bright and early, she would have to get up and go wow the populace with magic and fortune telling, staying up late to take a spiritual walk around an explosion sight would be energy best used someplace else.
She closed her green eyes, pulling the covers over her as she laid back down.
Re: None of My Buisiness « Reply #1 on Nov 10, 2009, 9:08pm »
Nefertiti moved up the short metal stairs to the door of the travel trailer door. A shadow among the shadows, her gaze flicked around darkened carnival grounds with ever present paranoia as her fingers lightly pulled the latch of the door. The door was as eerily silent as the rest of the night. The distant sound of sirens was till present, but fading fast, and that echoing sound made the still night seem even more quiet, waiting, and watching.
One of the pistols was pulled from under her arm, held in her left hand as her left pulled the door fully open. Her boots took careful steps, slowly stepping from toe to heal for complete silence as the barrel of the .45 ACP lead her into the small trailer. The clutter made the place seem almost claustrophobic to Nefertiti as the gun and her eyes swept the confines with careful thoroughness. Someone slept in the back, and Nef followed the gun down the hall way to watch the woman sleep in her bed. There wasn't enough room to walk on either side of the mattress; Nefertiti's knee sank with slow erratic movements onto the bed, followed by the other.
Her movements were erratic because the human brain picked up patterns, it tried to place those patterns and identify what would cause them even while the mind was asleep. By keeping her progress up the bed slow and halting it kept the sleeping woman's mind from fully processing the movements it detected.
Nefertiti moved to straddle the woman, keeping her weight off the woman's body, the pistol pointed scant inches from the flesh between the woman's eyes. Her right hand hovered over the woman's mouth a moment as the pistol moved a pit, placing it where it would be in the full line of sight. She shook her head slightly, an unreadable emotion behind it just before she violently shifted her weight. Her hand clamped down on the woman's mouth just as her other leg cam up, unbending and snapping backwards. Her eyes didn't leave the womans face as the tip of her boot flicked up with her ankle and turned on the light switch.
Nerfertiti voice was soft, “You'll not be keeping the promise to kill me this time. The bullet will blow away that pretty green eye before you can mutter. The Technocracy is here, they are hunting me, and You know something about them. I will know what you know.”
Re: None of My Buisiness « Reply #2 on Nov 10, 2009, 9:25pm »
Wind flinched as a hand came down over her mouth and the lights came on. Still in the full dregs of sleep, she barely comprehended the voice that spoke, and her hands automatically began to come up from the covers when she finally realized what was clouding half of her vision. Blinded by the light, she barely saw Nefertiti, but the gun...well, one can sense a gun even if they don't see it; and Wind was not a person who really needed her human eyes anyways.
A small ember of anger burned in the pit of her gut as Nefertiti came into focus. Above them thunder crackled across the sky, shuddering the trailer slightly as Wind began to comprehend Nefertiti's words. She resisted the urge to jump up, staring at the gun so close to her face.
“The Technocracy? And you lead them here?” Her green eyed gaze shifted from Nefertiti's weapon, shooting green fire at the woman straddling her, “You're fucked. Not to put too fine a point on it. If they're hunting you, they'll find you. There's no escaping the technocracy. They're every where, in every thing, watching every one.”
A smile curled her lips and a laugh escaped her lips, though it was almost panicky, “The Technocracy is the Men in Black, they are the CIA, the NSA, the Cyberpunks, the Special Forces, the Drug Companies, the computer designers, the telephone workers, the pizza delivery boys. They are everything the conspiracy theorists believe in. The only difference is that they don't answer to a government. They answer only to themselves and make every one answer to them. That what people like me destroyed, or harnessed for their own purposes. The truth is...the Technocracy is more than event he most delusion tin-foil hats believe. They know everything, and what they don't know, they will ruthlessly find out through all their means; governments, private business, private citizens, the homeless, the millionaires...they all answer to the Technocracy whether they know it or not and there is nothing that says they truly exist except for when they come after you.”
Wind glared at the woman, “There, you know what I know. Now get the hell out of my home.”
Re: None of My Buisiness « Reply #3 on Nov 10, 2009, 9:34pm »
Nefertiti listened, lowering her leg once again to the other side of Wind's body. Her expression was bland, but her mind studied the woman's anger and panic as the woman spoke. Her eyes narrowed slightly after the woman finished, why the hell was everybody so scared of the Technocracy?
Her head tilted to the side, “They are human. They can be killed. Why do so many beings insist on hiding in fear when they could crush these humans.”
Nefertiti pushed the barrel of the gun into Wind's forehead, head untilting, “I've felt the bite of your anger, Janice Chauncer. You are a weapon...in a way. Why are you scared of them? Even if they do have such wide reaching intelligence gathering capabilities, you could make it a loosing proposition for them.”
She pushed the barrel of the gun harder into Winds forehead, “You are not telling me everything.”
Re: None of My Buisiness « Reply #4 on Nov 10, 2009, 9:49pm »
Winds eyes closed as the cold steel of the gun was pushed into her forehead, beads of sweat starting to gather on her face, “I could. I could crush the ones that I find, but that makes you a target. Killing one is kicking over the ant hill; millions come out to find you. Taking out a few will have the police coming after you and if you escape then the FBI, and if you escape again then the CIA, then the NSA, then the Army, then the Air Force, then the Navy...And not just this countries, but all countries. You will find the governing nations making special provision in their entire political make up just to find you; and they wont even know the true reasons. They will have files that depict you as the single person in this world who makes Hitler look like a grade school teacher.”
She took a deep breath, opening her eyes, licking her lips, “You can go to the press, and you will marked as a conspiracy theorist. They have spent eons designing society to Not believe in them. And those means, those human means, are not the only means. They can look into a mirror and find you. They will have thousands of people looking into mirrors. They can reach out with non-corporeal hands and touch you, and will have thousands of hands doing so. If the Technocracy hunts you, you hide. You disappear. You make allies with people who can help you disappear, and then make allies with your allies enemies so you can disappear again.
...When the Technocracy hunt you, they will not stop. The harder you make it for them to find you, the more they will bring to bear against...and they have a world of people to bring against you. And you brought them to me."
Suddenly, the sound of raindrops could be heard pounding on the roof of the trailer.
Re: None of My Buisiness « Reply #5 on Nov 10, 2009, 10:06pm »
Nerfertiti frowned slightly. This was bigger than she thought. She straddled the woman in silence more a long moment, thinking, searching her memories, trying to place it all. The sound of the rain a distant drone. She accepted what the woman said, or at least accepted the fact that Wind believed her own words. Even if only half...Her head turned towards the window as the sound of the rain changed. She grabbed Wind by the collar in a iron fist as her gun tracked to the windows just as the glass shattered inwards.
The curtain's billowed as bullets slammed into the side of the trailer. There was no sound of the firing guns; silencers. Nefertiti twitched as one, then two, then three bullet slammed into the side of her body: two ripping into her rib cage, one of them being deflected off a rib bone and ripping it's way out through her back as the third lodged into her arm. As soon as the blood blossumed into the air the wounds stopped bleeding.
She rolled backwards, off the bed and into the short hall way, pulling Wind atop of her. Unable to fire for fear that Wind would catch a bullet before she was finished with the woman. Nefertiti pushed Wind off the top of her before rolling onto her stomach, her face pale for a moment. Her body startled into her combat mode as her endorphins and adrenaline went into over drive, her cheeks blushed with the on rush of fire filled blood. What to do...Should she...Nefertiti reached again towards that mental connection between herself and her people. Her voice wasn't even a voice, it would be a deluge of her memories. From the moment she was contacted by the Technocracy, the conversation, all the way to all the actions and the conversations up until this moment; her other hand unholstered another gun, flicking it off of safety as she stood up and kicked open the front door of the trailer. It would be a violent invasion from the urgency of her communication. Her only words “Trust no one.” were as she opened up on the hidden shooters before ending the communication completely.
Re: None of My Buisiness « Reply #6 on Nov 10, 2009, 10:56pm »
Wind screamed as the window shattered. Sudden wet warmth splashing on her face made her flinch but before she could fully do anything she felt herself pulled up and then down onto the floor. Her hand quickly wiped her face, her fingers shook slightly at the sight of the blood as Nefertiti pushed her off and to the side. She was still looking at the blood on her hands, then at it dripping on her chest, when the other woman stood up and kicked the door open. Wind shook her head as she sat up to the concussion of Nefertiti's guns. She turned and ripped a cabinet open, ripping out the cooking utensils as more bullet ripped into the trailer.
A small box sat in the back of the shelf and Wind came to her knees and pulled the box out with shaky haste. Her other hand swiped the pots and pans out of her way as her fingers tried to undo the clasps holding the dark patina box closed. She couldn't feel her fingers. Why couldn't she feel her fingers?
“Damnit!” She fumbled with the clasps of the box, her hands shaking and not wanting to respond, before finally the lid popped open. Wind flipped the box over, dumping it contents onto the floor. A round disk, pure iron, showing signs of rust in the twisting engraving that danced sickeningly around the edge of the disk. Wind grabbed a corked bottle from the mess as her other hand pulled the disk closer. Grabbing the cork in her teeth she ripped it out, picking up the wavy bladed dagger from the floor.
She spit the cork across the room, holding the knife beneath the bottle her hand shook out a dark brown powder onto the knife over the disk. The bottle feel from her hand in her haste, but it didn't matter. No, it did matter, careful measurements were required for the powder, but there was no time. With her free hand posed over the disk she turned it palm up and sliced it open from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger. The blood was slow to the flow; she touched her sliced finger and it's drops of blood on certain engravings of the disk. Tears from the pain started to flow down her cheeks and she lifted the blade to her cheeks as she muttered.
The air felt thick in the trailer despite the storm raging outside and wind blowing in through the open door. It felt both hot and cold as Wind muttered, dripping blood onto the disk, tracing the engravings with her fingers. The powder burned her flesh as she touched it on the disk. Suddenly it felt as if the world went still in trailer. She swiped the blade at her tears, gathering them on the blade and slicing her cheeks at the same time; She went calm.
Standing, Wind Dance stepped outside, sightless to the world as the rest saw it. Seeing only the forces that drove the world. Those forces twisted around her, like a vortex, as she stepped down the steps. Rain fell from the sky in a drowning deluge, blinding sight, deafening hearing, soaking her. Her bare foot hovered a scant inch above the drenched earth then continued on.
The moment her flesh contacted it the earth shuddered. It rolled like a ripple on the pond away from her. Her second step sent another ripple through the earth, fighting against the second one. With each step across the bare earth the ripples began, fighting with the previous ripple, clashing, breaking against each other; but the earth was not water, it was solid, and it cracked open. Not in large gaps, or even very deep, but enough to make the ripples worse; like an earthquake, localized right within the carnival. Her trailed toppled behind her as she raised the knife into the air, her other hand came up. Wind paused. From here, she would be a target, but she had always been a target...She had been a low key target, not something worth fully squashing, and now...with Nefertiti doing this...They would see her as sided with Nefertiti, and they were hunting that woman.
Her free hand opened up and she reached up into the sky, the raging storm and suddenly thing went quiet. The rain stopped as if it hadn't even been pouring, the wind went still. The entire storm went calm and slowly the pressure changed. The air became light, as if there wasn't as much there as there had been. A breeze began to ruffle her soaked hair slowly, moving it lightly. Wind kept her eyes open as she looked skyward, ignoreing the sounds of people around her, as the wind began to increase. The pressure continued to change, getting lighter, as less and less air was there to feed the lungs. Leaving one gasping for breath, light headed, as if drowning.
Wind's fingers began to close, slowly, one at a time; as her hand closed into a fist that small false breeze stopped. She sent a silent thank you to the Sorcerer's as she suddenly brought both her hands down. Slamming the fist and blade into the ground; the sky exploded. Rain fell as thick as the ocean was deep. Thunder ripped the air like a explosion, shaking the ground. Lightening flashed across the sky, touched the ground, like a light show. There was no pause in the rain, the thunder, the lightening. It came and it came and it cam again. Battering the entire city like the forces of hell batter it's restraining gates.
Wind was thrown to the ground, gasping for breath, hands covering her ears as the thundered deafened her and yet still hurt her ears with each concussion, her eyes were blinded by the strobing lightening. And suddenly darkness filled her mind.
Re: None of My Buisiness « Reply #7 on Nov 11, 2009, 12:25am »
Nefertiti's guns tracked in opposite directions as she took one long stride out of the trailer, bypassing the stairs entirely. They may be using silencers, but they still had to have line of site on the trailer. They still had to aim from a point, their bullets were paths back to their positions. Her gun blenched thunder and fire in the storm darkened night. The pounding rain confused her hearing, but she heard bodies drop to the ground as she moved forward. Not as many were falling as should be though.
The darkness and the rain blinded her, the thunderstorm deafened, but Nefertiti ran forward. She grunted as one, two, three, four bullets impacted her. She had to get among their line of shooters, making them pause at firing in the direction of their own people. Her guns fell from her hands, empty, and her hands went to her hips, pulling two more, thumbs flicking safeties off as a dark figure raised up in front of her. It swung the butt of it's rifle up, to check her up. Nefertiti's upper body shifting to the side, the rifle butt swept past her side and she jammed one of the pistols into the persons arm pit. She pulled the trigger and she head a wheeze as the body jerked away, blood spraying out in a steaming fountain as the bullet passed through both lungs and exited the body on the other side.
The was a splash behind her and her other arm came across her chest, firing and quick staccato of rounds before the second body hit the ground. The gun fell from her hand and that hand went to her thigh, pulling one more gun from it's thigh holster as she moved sideways to her former direction. The trailer was stilling taking gun fire and Nefertiti moved as quickly as she dared down, coming across a body from her earlier wild fireing. She paused long enough to holster her two gun and grabbed the M-16A from the sopping ground, barrel point at the ground for a moment and water dripping from the inside of the barrel before she raised it and pulled it into her shoulder.
She flicked the rifle to burst fire and took a knee next to the body when the ground rolled beneath her. Nerfertiti's dark gaze looked to the ground as the earth moved beneath her, then shot up again as someone moved out from behind a night hidden ride ahead of her when lightening struck. The rifle belched silently and the figure fell to the ground, it spurned anothers' movement towards the new body and it feel to the ground again as Nefertiti pulled the trigger. The earth moved again beneath her, and then again in an another direction. It didn't threaten her balance, but was annoying as she stood up and went to took a step only to have the ground rise up to meet her foot.
The storm stopped suddenly; Nefertiti took another knee by a garbage can. Eyes scanning the shut down carnival, seeing the shadows that should be there and squeezing the trigger when there were shadows that had no place. Her sense were maxed out, listening, feeling, seeing, smelling, tasting....Finding her targets through their natural and unnatural aspects. They had fired from only one side; if they had enough people to send two teams such as this in one night, they would have had the trailer surrounded. But...sneaky bastards; trying to flush her, have her attention attached to one direction of attack when there would be another behind her while she was distracted.
Not sneaky-The sky exploded. Rain, thunder, lightening. Her senses retracted from the audio and visual assualt from mother nature, but...She looked up at the sky, the thunder didn't stop, the lightening was striking every where, cutting through the clouds in a light show that would have been beautiful; if it wasn't such a big distraction. It wasn't normal and she looked back towards the trailer, watched Winds body land and lie on the ground.
Damn. She slung the rifle and ran back towards Wind, feeling the skin tingling pass of electricity as the lightening continued on and struck close by. Nefertiti slid across the ground...actually, it was more of a shallow kiddies pool, the water just pooled on the surface of the earth. Unable to be absorbed and so instead it flooded. Reaching out, she touched the womans's neck, feeling for a pulse before picking the woman up. The woman wasn't much larger than she was, and in her arms seemed as light as a feather. Quickly, she slung the woman over a shoulder and pulled a pistol free, before she began to run.
Reaching out again, she reached for one person, “Maria, I'm coming. I have wounded.”
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