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you always were a spazz. Anya can save Dawner, and then he can go rushing away to fight with Dunan. I'll post now, so you don't worry your fruity little head...

Anya had heard the clashing within the cave, and she was hesitant to go rushing back to find Dunan. There were a lot of wolves in the cave, and no one else around. Dunan would be fine for a while longer, but Cali and Dean wouldn't. Cali came rushing out of the cave, her eyes watering. "Anya?!" Anya fell into pace next to her, and smiled. "Oh, I heard the commotion. I'm surprised you left his side." "He... wanted me to warn everyone...You should go find Dunan." "I think Dunan will be fine contending with his sister. She won't be that much of a challenge, if he realizes for himself it's not really her. You're off to find the others?" "Yeah. I have to get to them. Dunan will be fine, right? You come with me. The real power is starting to attack the others. A heavy hitter like you will come in handy." "So that means I can ditch this robe? It's itchy." Anya grasped the shoulder, and flew the cloak to the wind. She kept up the pace, and soon enough they were hurtling through the trees. Cali started to explain what was really going on now. "Dunan is contending with his own issues, right? Well, we got ours. One of the wolves is impersonating Sile." "Well, they sure picked a personality, didn't they?" "Hopefully, they'll notice something is off if they see her. Otherwise, someone else is going to get hurt, or worse. We have to get over to the others. I just pray it's not too late..." Anya nodded her agreement. Cali was onlu looking out for everyone, even if she was kind of a bitch. "Cali?" "What?" "You're a bit of a bitch, you know that? But don't get me wrong, it's something I rather like. I understand you only try to look out for everyone." Cali snorted. "This is no time to get sentimental. But, thank you for the compliment." "No problem. Let's kick some ass." Anya went crashing through the trees, smiling, having a field day. She was quite happy to inflict damage onto the wolves. She came to the end of the trees, but saw only a thick black cloud, the scent of toxic gas was strong. "DAWNER! BEHIND YOU!"

i see... that's kinda weird...

Anya fought her hardest, but even with her limbs, being made of metal and circuits, she was winding down. Fighting and fighting, these dollies made in Sonya's image were tiresome. Dunan wasn't even showing a strain, but she knew he was aching in his heart. Anya watched as chaos unfolded around her, clay pieces flying everywhere. Even though these Sonya dolls were flimsy at best, Anya also knew that a lot of power could be channeled into one, and then they might have a real fight on their hands. Anya watched Dunan, but noted he never touched their faces. Anya couldn't blame him in the least, they did, after all, bear his long dead sister's face. Anya wondered herself if she would be so easily able to touch these dolls, let alone destroy them, if they had bore her own sibling's face. But, her siblings had died several years ago, along with her mother and father, in that horrible train accident. Her limbs now were to replace those she had lost so long ago. Anya swung her fist up, bashing a doll against a tree, shattering it into a hundred pieces. As it crumpled, a plume of smoke rose, a demonic face within. It dispersed, letting out a faint hiss. Anya crossed her arms, the dolls were gone, for now. Anya sighed, and she looked over to Dunan. His eyes were hidden in shadow behind his hair, which fluttered wildly in the wind that picked up. His face had streaks of red tracing down his cheeks, but he made no attempt to wipe them away, nor did he say anything. Anya came over to him, looking down at the shattered doll at his feet. Those haunting eyes stared vacantly up, almost as if silently asking 'why?' "Dunan?" Dunan did not respond. "Dunan... you know those things aren't your sister, right?" Again, Dunan didn't respond to her. Anya reached for him, but he shrugged her off. "Please, Anya, I don't want to be touched right now. I can smell Sile's blood. Sile is dead. Others are injured. Dean is missing. Please Anya, leave me to my thoughts." Dunan turned, walking away into the forest, his teeth clenched. Anya knew that he wanted vengeance on the person manipulating the remains of his dearly departed sister. Fighting these dolls had stirred up too many painful memories. Anya sighed, holding herself close. Looking down into her cleavage, she wound her pretty blue kimono around herself once more. She wrapped it around her, retying the obi. After doing so, she set off after Dunan. Quiet, they moved in silence, marching onto their enemies' territory. Anya thought to herself, wondering possibly what could happen now. ahead of her, Dunan stopped. Coming to his side, she could see one more doll, this one indistinguishable from a human, at least to her. She radiated sheer energy, her eyes hollow and without thought. Anya knew she had only one purpose, to destroy them. She held a massive sythe, which made her look all the more formidable. This doll was obviously special in some way. Anya narrowed her eyes, watching every minute movement made from the doll. She bore no sign of joints, her skins was infallible. Anya could see that this one had skin as pliable as real flesh, and stark white. All in all, She was a much more convincing imitation. "Dunan. Can we handle her?" "I will handle her alone, Anya. You get inside that cave and rescue Dean." "Will you be alright?" "I am going to destroy this doll once and for all, no matter how much she smells and feels like Sonya." Another red tear fell down Dunan's cheek. "Her perfume is even the same..." He said. "They've gone out of their way to twist my heart strings around their fingers." Anya knew too well the pain he was feeling. She had felt the pain of loss as well, after that accident. "Very well, Dunan. I'll go. But you better not be killed by a fucking psycho clone of your sister. Understand, buddy boy?" "I won't be killed, Anya. Rest assured, no cheap knock-off of my sister would ever have a chance to trash a vampire." Anya nodded, and ducked off, leaving Dunan to contend with his sister. Anya ran through the trees, ignoring the sight of wolves. They were busy, paying no heed around them. Anya quickly found the entrance to the cave, peering around for guards. There were none visible, so she removed herself from the treeline. There was no way she would be able to pass as one of them, her clothing was too ripped and showed off her artificial arms. So she simply walked past an unconcious girl. Someone from the tam had already gotten inside. Anya looked around, noting a hooded man coming her way. Smiling brightly, she knew he was a fledgling sorcerer. She smiled even wider, sauntering up to him. He braced himself, and held a staff at her. "Who are you? Only a fool would approach me as you are..." Anya smiled. Obviously, he wasn't entirely wise to the situation. "I'm lost. Which way is magnetic north?" The young sorcerer blinked in surprise. Before he could attack, Anya had grasped his throat. An electrical shock blasted him into an unconcious state, and she pulled his body into the bushes, stripping him of his cloak. She donned it, and proceeded into the cave, hidden beneath the scent of the young boy. She moved closer to all of the people standing around, but noticed they were all relatively relaxed, hungry for carnage. 'Jesus Christ.... Why am I even in here?' Anya thought to herself. 'Dear God, if they find out I'm not one of them, I'll be ripped apart.' Anya thanked her lucky stars that there was metal adorning her cloak, otherwise she might have been found out. She noted all of the faces, and the several human bodies that lied in peices at her feet. It made her nauseous, the smell of coagulated blood was making her stomach turn. Turning around, she assumed an empty spot near the wall. Her eyes gazed from under the heavy hood, and she spotted Cali, one of Dunan's teamates. Obviously, she had disquised herself as one of the wolves. She moved, and stepped up behind her. "You. Come with me." She said, and Cali turned, her face expressionless. "What?" She snarled at her. Glancing down, Anya saw someone lying on the ground, still alive, tears staining his face. She surmised it was Dean, the person Dunan had said was missing. "I will not repeat myself, wolf." Anya mimicked the inherit distrust she saw between various sects within the cave. "Fine." Cali still hadn't reconized Anya. they moved away from the others, and when everyone's attention was turned away from them, and they had stepped around a corner, Anya flipped back her hood, revealing who she was. She held up her finger to her mouth, and smiled. "Psst... Dunan is handling what's outside the cave right now, dispersing their ranks. What's going on in here?" Cali's eyes had widened in surprise when she had seen who it was under the hood. She smirked slightly, and spoke."You're quite the girl, Anya. Not many people would be ballsy enough to come into here..." "Well, you were. So, come on, what's going on?" Cali looked around, making sure no one was within earshot, and that no one was nearby to look at them. "Holden is off somewhere in the cave, he's been fondling a white orb often in his hand." "I already know what that orb is, it contains a fragment of a soul. He's using it right now to help protect the cave from Dunan." "Whose soul is it?" Cali asked, partially confused. "Dunan's sister. Right now, he's fighting a doll that looks just like her." "Callous bastard..." Cali quipped, making a fist. "Anyway, the Lox clan is thinning out, their leader is none to happy. He's already apparently tried to kill Dean. Holden's after something, but I can't figure out what. All I can do is be near Dean." Anya nodded. "Alright, at least you have someone else in here with you now. Think we should make a distraction?" "Not yet. What do you have in mind?" Cali peered at Anya, curious. Anya smiled. "Wanna start fighting? I'm sure these idiots would think that I cast a spell to make these babies.." She held up her arm, showing off the metal. "I'm sure we can start something to let Dean get away. Then, we follow suit." "That sounds like something Dunan would come up with..." Cali commented. Anya winked, her smile bright. "Well, he did teach me everything I know about fighting. About time I put it to good use." Cali smiled. "You're an odd one, alright. Fine. We'll play it like that, but not yet. We need to get over to Dean. Think you can pretend to be inspecting him for something? We can let him know what we're about to do." "Cool beans." Anya commented, and the two girls headed back out into the man area of the cave. Anya approached Dean, and snapped her fingers, pointing at Cali. "You. Hold him." Cali did as she was told, yanking Dean by the hair, and holding him out to Anya. "Do what you're going to do, already. I don't want to touch this filthy vermin any more than I have to." Anya stepped up to Dean, and his eyes were wide with fear. Anya began to move his clothing around, feeling him up. Another wolf came over, and demanded to know what she was doing. "None of your business, wolf. Holden's orders." The wolf, no longer interested, went away, as did everyone else. The mere mention of Holden was enough to make the lesser people want nothing to do with them, for fear of irking wrath. Anya leaned over, touching Dean's face. "It's finaly nice to meet you, mister leader man." She whispered. "I'm Anya Romanov, and I'll be your hero for this evening." Anya placed her hands onto Dean's neck, as so not to arouse attention. "We're breaking you out. Me and Cali here, we're gonna start a fight. That will let you get out of here. Then, making it look like we're going after you, we'll escape, too." Anya smirked. "Pretty good, huh? And don't worry about us, I don't think either of us intend to be a 'damsel in distress'...."

OOC: Alright, Inu told me what Sonya really is, so I'm gonna run with it. Anya peered across the woods, noticing the young woman. She couldn't have been any older than sixteen. Dunan moved to her, his eyes letting out tears of scarlet. "Sonya...Sister..." "Sonya? Sister?" Anya repeated. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Dunan! Your sister is dead!" "She's right there.. she's calling me... She's so alone..." Dunan's eyes were glazed over, he could only see Sonya... or whatever she was. Sonya called out once more. "Dunan? Dunan?" Anya peered at Sonya, something wasn't right. All she did was say his name. Dunan, seeing only Sonya, did not see what Anya did. "Dunan! That's not Sonya! That's a puppet!" Anya grabbed Dunan, holding him back. "LET ME GO! THAT'S MY SISTER!" Anya backhands Dunan across the face, making him stop. "Dunan, look at her for Christ's sake! That's a demon puppet! It's not her!" Dunan stopped, looking over the girl he had mistakenly believed was his sister. Her face was Sonya's, but looking over her, he could faintly make out the joints that allowed her movement. "A... puppet..." Dunan choked out, his sob gutteral, shaking his entire body. Anya could see Dunan's pain, he sobbed, falling to his knees. "Sonya.... Sonya...." "That doll just looks like her, Dunan. Most likely, Someone too some of her hair from her body, and fashioned a doll that only looks like her. Some small part of her is in that doll, Dunan, but don't be fooled. Most likely, someone is controling her through manipulating the real deal." Dunan looked up at Anya. "Holden....Has my sister?" Anya nodded. "That's what it looks like. Or what's left of her spirit. I'm pretty sure he only has a fragment of her, otherwise that doll would be more convincing." Anya turned to the doll, which still called out for Dunan. "Why don't you just shut up, you fake." At once, other dolls appeared, falling from the trees, each of them with Sonya's face. However, these weren't dressed like the first one. All they wore were tight leather shorts and wrap around shirts, most of them exposing their cleavage in ways that were never like the original Sonya. She'd never have paraded around like these imitation whore-bags. The dolls tittered, making vaguely familiar giggling noises. "All right, you two-bit knock-off tramps..." Dunan got up, his face eerily emotionless. He got up, and bared his teeth. "All of you little dolls are going to be destroyed...." The dolls started moving, coming for Dunan and Anya. Dunan knew all too well this had been a trap now, and he had fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Anya readied herself, and Dunan leaped off, after the closest one, shattering it to pieces. However, despite being broken, it picked itself up and began to swing at Dunan once more. Anya looked around, fighting off the dolls as well. The only doll that didn't move was the original one they had seen. She stood there, her little eyes looking unchanged. She smiled now, and tittered in Sonya's voice. "Dunan... Dunan...Dunan..." She chanted over and over, like a broken record. "Dunan! Get to her! Get to the one in the dress! She's the control! Destroy her and all of these will shatter like clay and stay that way!" Anya fought, but there were just too many dolls. Fighting and fighting, they made no headway. The dolls, broken and otherwise, just kept getting more and more fierce with every passing moment, repairing themselves after being broken, and then fighting with even more vigor. Soon enough, it was all they could do just to avoid being ripped apart by the dolls. Dunan leaped up into the trees, and flew at the doll in the dress. Her expression changed, looking frightened. "Dunan..." Dunan faltered, slaming into the ground, and being grabbed by the doll. Anya came barreling over, bashing through dolls left and right. She aimed at the lead doll, But the doll floated away. She broke several of the dolls holding Dunan, and then together, they began fighting the dolls once more, back to back. Anya bashed some headway, coming close to the doll. She managed to fight behind the dol, it being unaware, fixiated on Dunan. Anya hurtled at the doll, grasping it and shattering its head. The doll fell, lifeless, half of her head caved in, her hair splaying about the ground. The doll began to disolve, and blow away in the wind. A single lock of wavy hair remained, old and held together by a red bow. Anya reached down, and picked it up, looking down at it. This had once been a part of a living, breathing girl, one Dunan had known so many centuries ago. His own sister, in fact. Anya held it to Dunan, and he took it, looking deeply at the single lock. The ribbon was faded and worn, binding hair that had long since lost it's vibrance. The hair itself began to dissolve, leaving behind only the ribbon. "Sonya... this had been her favorite hair ribbon. I gave this to her for her fifteenth birthday..." Dunan clutched the hair ribbon, and sighed, tears once again at his eyes. Anya sighed. "Dunan..." She reached over, and hugged him, allowing her cold hands to traverse his back, trying to make him feel better. She would eventually let go, and the two of them chased off, going further in the woods. More dolls appeared, each still bearing the face of Sonya. Attacking over and over, they made their way through the woods, Sonya's hair ribbon now tying Dunan's hair back. Anya fought beside him, as they had so often, not wanting to even try to think of how baddly Dunan's heart must be torn.

i'm rather curious too about that...

Anya came blasting punches at Daniella, her fist flying with a fury like no other. Anya's dress was ripped all to hell, her torso bleeding from several deep cuts. Anya swung her fist at Daniella, but she caught, and blasted Anya in the chest, only enough force to send her rick rolling back. Anya flipped backwards, at odds with Daniella. She grasped her gress, and ripped what was left of it off. She flung it away, revealing just how highher high-heeled boots went. They stopped just above her mid thigh, she was wearing a rather skimpy leather pair of shorts, the sides of which were tied strung together loosely, showing off skin. Her limbs glinted in the moonlight, her leather bra also dully reflecting the light. She readied herself, smiling. "Ah, that's better." Anya came back at Daniella, her fist connecting with Daniella's palm. Daniella sneered. "Poor little girl...you're going to die.." Daniella smirked, holding Anya's hands. Anya smirked back, Yanking her arms down, and head bashing Daniella. "OO! COLORS!" Anya said, seeing stars. She laughed, feeling light headed. Daniella was staggering, Anya had hit her with quite the blow. Anya shook herself, as did Daniella. "Come on, Daniella. Let's play!" "Fine then." Daniella came rushing at Anya, aiming to ripp out her throat. Anya lifted her leg up, kicking Daniella's arm out of the way. In a spiral motion, she spun, elbowing Daniella in the boob. "Mine are better," Anya said. She laughed, jiggling her boobs. "See? At least I'm not a member of the itty bitty titty committee." Daniella looked confused. "What the hell are you babbling about?" Anya sighed. "Oh god damn it..." Anya lookeed up at the sky. "Never mind, you're too stupid to get the joke." Anya came rushing at Daniella, smiling fiendishly. She spun, swinging her leg into Daniella's side. Daniella went flying over the gorge cliff wall, Anya walking over to inspect whether she'd fallen or not. Anya saw a struggling Daniella rushing to get above the edge, scared of the rushing water down below. Anya held out her hand, wanting to save the wolf. Daniella clawed at her, and while doing so lost her grip. Daniella plummeted into the water, and did not surface. Anya turned away, looking at the fight. She was ready for more, and she ran over to her pretty kimono, wearing it loosely. It flapped in the breeze as she ran to aide Dunan's friends...

Anya stood atop the building still, she hadn't followed everyone when they went parading away into the wooded area around the town. She was still protecting the town from anything that would use the opportunity to attack the innocent people within the town. Behind her, she heard a WHUMP and pivoted on the spot. She could see a large wolf, his teeth bared. "My, how attractive." She commented, sneering. "Come on, big boy. Wanna play?" The beast roared, charging her. She laughed, jumping back, off of the building on to the next. The beast came crashing after her, ripping tiles off the roof. It barreled at her, and she jumped away again, across the roof tops. Over and over, it came for her. She smiled, laughing the entire time. She jumped away again, this time coming to a stop upon a church roof. "Come on, wolf." She said, ready to fight. It came at her once more, leaping onto the roof, and clawing its way at her. She twirled, and raised her fist. Behind her, the bell tower stood. With a force like a ton of bricks, she whapped it, the sound ringing out across the town. The wolf howled, clutching its ears. Anya used the opportunity kick it off the roof onto the ground. She leaped off the roof after it, aiming right for its chest. The wolf landed on the ground, and she landed on it with both of her feet. A crunch, and the wolf stopped breathing. She turned her attentions to the woods. Absentmindedly, she reached over and snapped the wolf's neck, making sure it wouldn't hurt anyone else. Anya sighed. "Why should I let them have all the fun?" She left the dead wolf, walking into the trees. She left the town, knowing that the majority of the wolves were converging on the others. They would leave the town alone for now, or so she hoped. Anya set off, without a second thought. She knew she had killed a straggler, one that probably took no commands from anyone, or one that had been hungry. Either way it was, it was dead now. She came up to the edge of the clearing where everyone was fighting, but remained hidden from sight, due to the heat of battle. Dunan was fighting his hardest, him and the wolf he was fighting mere blurry figures as they clashed. Anya crouched down, and lifted off the ground, climbing a tree. She stood there, watching the fighting. Everyone had their own partner to dance with, much to her displeasure. That is, until a rather slender wolf turned to her. The wolf leaped into action, landing next to Anya on the tree branch. "So you're the reserve?" she asked Anya. Anya only stood there, balancing precariously on the tree branch. "I asked you a question, bitch." The wolf stated, angry. Anya turned easily on the wobbling branch, like a dancer. "I heard you the first time, cunt. Yes, I'm the reserve, if you wish to put it that way, you overgrown twat waffle." The wolf, now angry, lashed out, and Anya held up her arm, blocking, but sent flying into the fray in the clearing. She slammed into the ground, rolling. along the ground, before coming to a stop. Anya stood, the female wolf landing gracefully. Now, everyone was staring at her, her entrance having been abrupt and less than classy. "Such a weakling." The wolf said, snarling her jowls into a kind of wicked smile. "Such a cunt." Anya retorted. Anya rose, getting into a fighting stance. Anya rose her hand, much like Dunan. "Come on, bitch. Let's do this." Anya beckoned, sliding her left foot forward. The wolf charged at her, Anya raising her arms to block her slashing. The female wolf shrieked in pain, her claws broken against Anya's metal arms. Anya's sleeves had been reduced to rags, the metal glinting in the moonlight. "Your arms....they're fake!" the wolf shrieked. "Why was I not informed?!" "Because no one other than Dunan knows, you self righteous cunt." Anyaslammed her fist into the wolf's ribs, sending her up into the air. The wolf landed, holding her side. Anya snorted. "Please, you moved enough to avoid getting hurt too badly. Quit faking." The wolf snarled, lowering herself to the ground. "How dare you mock me!" "And how dare you rip my clothing. I think we're petty even, don't you?" She asked, jovial about the whole situation. Karyn called out to Anya, busy with her own fight. "I don't know who you are, lady, but don't take Daniela too lightly-" Karyn was knocked down, before she could finish, but was up and fighting again. "So... don't take you lightly, she says? Well, so far you're a bit of a bore." The fem-wolf snarled again, attacking, her broken claws pointed at Anya's throat. "I'll rip you apart, you impertinent whore!" "Don't blame your problems on me." Anya said,lifting her foot into the air, kicking the fem-wolf under the chin, with the effect of the beast biting her tongue. She howled in pain again, Anya leaning over, her attitude unchanged. "By the way, honey, the name is Anya. Perhaps we can do away with the name calling? I mean, it really is kind of childish." "I'l be sure to put that line on your tombstone..." The wolf snapped, regaining her composure. "Anya! DON"T YOU DARE LET HER DAMAGE THOSE LIMBS! THEY COST A FORTUNE!" "Yeah, yeah... whatever." Anya responded to him, her attention on the wolf. "Can't blame me if she scratches them." Anya breathed a sigh of frustration. "Come on....Come and get me, Daniella." "My pleasure!" said the wolf, charging at Anya once more.

Anya took a deep breath. The towns people were all inside, finally. She looked over to the trees, where Dunan and Dawner had headed off to. Anya stood atop the highest buiding in the town, balancing herself perfectly. Shewatched them come forward, and noticed Dunan wiping his mouth. Dawner's ascot was missing, and it came to her what had happened. Dunan had drunk deelply. She sighed, thankful and jealous. Her dress fluttered in the wind, as she stood on the railing. Dunan looked around, but shrugged and headed back into the bar. The others followed suit, and she merely kept watch. None of them had apparently seen her. As she stood there, behind her came a whir of magical energies. Anya turned, balancing on the railing. "Little Anya Romanov. A princess among paupers." Anya's eyes narrowed, a smile on her face, wide and sinister. "A princess, you say? Tell me, what makes you have such an interest in little old me?" "To be quite honest, We were not anticipating you to be here, at this moment. The indomitable human spirit that you are." "Why, thank you for the compliment. Now, tell me the truth." Anya crossed her arms, once more the wind billowing her blue dress. A stand off scene from the old western cliche. Anya watched her opponent closely. He made no movements, not for her anyway. He remained calm. "Who are you?" Anya asked. "How do you know my name?" "Poor little Anya, went asking for knowledge and only found trouble." The man stood there, hidden beneath his cloak. He held a wand up, ready to attack. "Trouble?" Anya repeated, and started laughing. "TROUBLE??!" she repeated again. "You've got to be kidding! I AM TROUBLE!" She started laughing again, finding the whole thing hilarious. "SILENCE!" He bellowed, and Anya continued to laugh. "This is too real!" she managed to say. "Your attitude is beginning to become rather irksome." He held up his wand, and twirled, pointing it at Anya. [I]"Leuverto!"[/I] Fire whizzed past Anya, clipping the railing. The railing became unstable, but Anya didn't loose her footing. The railing collapsed, and Anya stepped off as it fell to clatter on the ground below. Anya rolled sideways, dodging the fire. She raced at the man, but he leaped back, just out of her reach. His cloak billowed in the wind as they stood at odds once more. "Give a message to Dawner." He said, twirling his wand and then vanishing in a puff of smoke. [I]"Tell him Daddy would like to see him."[/I]

oh my god, so cute! that is awesome, Inu. Of course, I watched you draw it, too.

Then, a familiar scent came to Dunan's nose. A sweet perfume, one of expensive quality. A woman sitting at the counter exuded this delicate scent. Her bright blue dress caught his eye, and she slowly turned around on her stool, looking at Dunan with mild interest. She snorted sarcastically, holding her shot glass in the air. She downed it on a single gulp, and spoke. "Dunan, stop playing with your food. Didn't your mother teach you better table manners than that? Coming from nobility, I would think so." The man began to apologize, and Dunan let him go, kicking him across the room into a table which collapsed into broken wood. Dunan turned to the beautiful young woman. "Heh... sorry about that, Anya." "I was wondering if I should help out, but I guess you handled it. You never change, Dunan Knute." Her mouth spread into a wide and seductive grin. Anya hopped onto the floor, and jumped over the broken table. His buddied were picking him up and then proceeded to carry him out. Anya grasped Dunan in a bear hug, and Dunan picked her up and spun her around, laughing. Anya, once put back onto the ground, smiled, looking back at the broken table. "You sure know how to get some attention, Dunan." "Yeah well... he pissed me off." Dunan replied. All around the table, the many faces were staring at her. "My name is Anya Romanov. A pleasure to meet you." She held out her to a boy in a top hat. He looked to be about her age. Dunan had been beside him. "Nice to meet you." She grasped his hand, and squeezed it gently. "Dawner... nice to meet you too...OW!" Anya let go of his hand, having accidentally squeezed it too hard. "Oops...Sorry..." Dunan shook his head. "Watch it Anya, that's my man." His gentle smile made everyone realize that Dunan and Anya had obviously gone way back. She smiled. "Man, huh?" She snorted, and got up for Dunan to sit down beside Dawner. She scrutinized Dawner, and snorted. "My boobs are bigger." Dawner blinked, confused as all hell. "I'm a boy....." He stated, his face blank. "Oh, well then. I bet I still have more balls than you." She was rather contemptuous, and thus turned her attention to the others. "And you guys are?" Sile closed her eye. "Sile. Pleasure to meet you." "Cali. Hello." "Draco." Dunan cleared his throat. "There's two more of us, Dean and Karyn, but they went on their own way. We're waiting for them and a contact of our fearless leaders'." "I see. Well, I guess I'll have to wait too. I want to know what the hell kind of a crowd my so called 'brother' is hanging out with." From this, came confused looks. They could tell she was human, but why was she calling Dunan her brother? "Dunan raised me since I was a child." she said, answering their unspoken question. She raised her hand, and called out for the bartender again. "Hey! Let's get some drinks over here!"

[I]"What do you mean, they've all left?" Anya yelled, slamming her fist into the table, cracking it in two. "I came all the way here, from Paris, and they're all gone?" The man bowed, apologetic. "I apologize, miss. They have already departed on a mission." "I see. Mind telling me where?"[/I] And so it came to be she had already left the mansion, heading off to the boonies to play hero. She groaned, it was taking too long. The carridge was too slow. But, soon enough she had made her way to the small city where Dunan and his crew had gone. She let herself off of the carridge, looking around. Nothing out of the ordinary. She walked over to the local bar, taking a seat. There were several stares, but she paid them no mind. Off in the distance, she could hear an unearthly howl. She smiled, knowing that whatever Dunan was fighting, she was about to see him face to face. She held her hand up, and called for the bartender. "Hey, barkeep. I'll take a shot of the strongest poison you got." "Sure thing." She placed the money on the counter, and he poured her a drink. She downed it, and smiled sweetly. "Another please." She waited for it, and soon enough she received it.After downing it too, she snorted. "Any time now, Dunan. It's impolite to keep a lady waiting...."

Anya looked out across the fields of the passing medows, soon enough she would board a ship bound for england. She looked at the small boy siting with his mother in the booth next to her. The boy couldn't stop staring at her. Looking herself over, she realized the metal of her wrist was showing. She smiled. "Cooler than skin, huh?" she said. The little boy smiled, and nodded. She went back to looking out the window. Again, she gazed out the window, her attention hazed over. She didn't know what was going on, but she wouldn't be left out of whatever Dunan was getting mixed up into. God only knew the chaos he was jumping head first into. But, That was Dunan, always following his heart without a second thought. Dunan and her had always done that. Time and time again, she had tried to stop him from doing something foolish, but time and time again, she had failed. In the end, everything was alright, just like Dunan always said it would be. Anya loved Dunan, there was no other way around it. She knew he saw her as a little sister, and despite him prefering men over women, she had never worried about him abandoning her. Dunan was Dunan, he protected her, and had taken her in. Old Man Reynolds had done so as well, but he couldn't handle her wild attitude. So far, Dunan was the only person she would ever even consider listening to. Dunan was her equal, both in and out of battle. She had fought beside him so many times, the two having gone through so many hardships. Anya sighed, lying her head back against the seat. "Dunan..." She had been raised by him, Reynolds doing her maintenance. She looked up to him, much like an older brother. Dunan hadn't aged at all, not in the sixteen years she had known him. She knew full well that he would live far beyond her. It was something she had accepted, that wasn't going to change. A sweet smell permiated the air, and a dinner cart rolled by. She took the meal offered her, thankful she had a high motabolism. She ate in silence, thinking. Within a few short hours, she would be in scotland. And then, another short train ride, and she would be at the Manor where she knew Dunan was staying. [IMG]http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f210/Alexes789/Anime%20Girls/13238c.jpg[/IMG] ok.... that was the picture i had intended for her to look like... interesting, no?

OOC: howdy everyone! Make room! Here comes the bitch, crashing in, so get the hell out of my way! WHAHOO! Anya sat back, her arm clinking against her glass. She knew that she would be attacked tonight, there had already been several encounters with... things. She didn't know what they were, but they were nothing like Dunan. Dunan had a heart. These things had a death wish. She walked over to the window, pulling on her dress for the evening. She resembled a feminine circus ringleader for the evening, complete with a top hat. She put on her high heels, and jumped over the balcony. As she was a woman, her artificial limbs were streamlined, fitting of a lady. She always wore long sleeves and gloves to cover them up. People often regarded her as a freak with her metal limbs. Anya smiled, hearing them come for her. She had suspected it was because she was a personal friend of Dunan that they attacked her and only her. Dunan himself had placed strict rules on the other girls, they were in his personal protection, and they knew it. As long as they remained within the club during the night hours, they could fall under no harm. The spells and enchantments on it would ensure as much, Dunan himself having placed them on the club. A night club of human and vampire dancers and bouncers. A little utopia of people living with one another, getting along, hiding no secrets. Anya couldn't be happier. This had been her home since Dunan had taken her in, after the man who found her had brought her here. She was more than happy to protect it. Anya walked down the street, her heels clacking on the cobblestones. She smiled, hearing them follow her. She may not have been a vampire, but these fuckers weren't exactly subtle. They wanted her to be afraid. They had no idea that this bitch packed a punch. Too bad for them, their ploy to scare her failed. She stopped in the middle of the foggy street, and turned. "Oh, come on already! You're boring me!" She tapped her toes on the ground, and leaned over, now stomping. "ARG! JUST ATTACK ME ALREADY YOU FLEA BITTEN MONGRELS!" "As you wish...." A gigantic figure leaped out of the fog at her, and she rolled back, her dress being ripped by claws. She rolled back onto her feet, and braced herself for another attack. She smiled, looking at her assailant. "That all you got, mutt?" She got to her feet, and charged. She ran full force up to the furry beast, and she raised her leg, twirling on her heel like a ballerina of death. She slammed the backside on her calf into the were-wolf, and it went flying into a trash recepticle across the street, then flopped over it into a pile of trash. "Oh, there we go. That's a good look for you." Anya stated. "You belong in the trash anyway." She snorted, lifting her long hair back. Another beast jumped down in front of her, bringing its claws down. She bent back, the claw slicing through her petticoat. Her cleavage now exposed, she smiled. "Mn, I always did like to show them off." Her large breasts were almost perfection. The beast slammed the back on his hand into her, and she slammed into a wall. "Mn, yes, that's the spot!" She got to her feet once more, and crossed her arms, enjoying the cool air. These beasts were nothing to her. The beast hesitated, phased by her attitude. "Come on, I know they look good, But weren't we fighting?" she taunted. The first beast got out of the trash, lumbering in her direction. "About time." Anya commented. She sighed. "Two on one, huh? Sounds fair enough." Anya jumped up and rocketed at her opponents. her grin wide and her arm back ready to slam into the side of a monster's head. Her leg, however was caught. and she was yanked into the air. "We were ready for you, princess." "I'm no princess, ass wipe." She spun her abdomen, using her legs to crack a few ribs. She laughed as she landed back on her feet, but she was snatched up by the other. It held her up, breathing in her face. "Not so powerful now, are you?" Anya merely smiled."Sorry, dick head, date's over. You're just not my type!" She brought her free leg down, crunching the skull of the were-wolf. It slumped down, and she landed on her hands, and swung her body to her feet. "Well. A lot of good that did him." She turned away from the beast. "Now, as for you. Come on. Let's play some more." "As you wish, human." The were-wolf launched himself, he was fast. She swung her arm up, but again, she'd underestimated the power of a were-wolf. He'd caught her arm, his mouth wide and toothy. "Mn....." He licked his chops. "I think it's time for a bite..." He said, his tongue licking her petticoat sleeve. Her eyes opened wide. He grasped her at the shoulder and elbow, and bit down as hard as he could. His teeth ripped the cloth covering her arm. He yowled in pain, pulling back. Anya smiled once more. "What's the matter, big boy? A little too tough to chew?" She held her arm up in the dim light of the street lamps. Metal glinted through the ripped fabric, revealing that wolfie boy had made a dear mistake. One that he'd be regretting quite soon. "What..?" The wolf cried, his eyes wide. Anya took a step up to him, ripping the sleeve all the way off. "A little bit of advice for your next life?" Anya taunted. "Never assume someone has limbs made of flesh." She cocked back, and slammed her fist into the head of the were-wolf, and she withdrew from the scene, looking at her arm. "Oh, God damn it! He scratched it! Dunan's gonna kill me!" Anya panicked, not sure what to do. She sighed, and began her walk back to the night club. She looked at the postage box, a letter had arrived by means of an express mail courier. Opening it, she saw that it was from Dunan. Her eyes were wide when she read the name of whom he wanted to know about. She'd been hearing rumors about this person. And she didn't like what she had heard what was going on with a select group of people who had apparently been putting a thorn in his side. Several rumors had it he was going to kill them, others had the facts laid out that Holden was going to use them, then kill them. She bit her lip, not liking at all where this looked like it was going. It was far too coincidental that she'd heard rumors about Holden, now Dunan was asking her about him. She hailed a horse drawn buggy, and took it to the train station. She had to get to them before it was too late. Maybe her presence would upset the balance of power being used by Holden, maybe she alone would be enough to keep them alive.... and of course, keep Dunan out of trouble...

Tahlia came up to Kris, and tokk him to lean on her. He trembled like a frightened child, his eyes unfocused, like he was reliving the terrible moment. "Kris?" She said, trying to snap him out of it. She tapped his face lightly, her hand bringing him to look at her. "It's okay. That thing didn't get you. We have to keep going." Kristopher sighed, and shook himself. His tears dried up, and he smiled. Tahlia knew it was fake, but also knew he was trying. "I'm okay, let's go get those files." Lance led the way, to the file room. They knew that... that thing might attack them again at any moment. Tahlia knew that worse was coming. Her brow furrowed, and she stopped, listening to a door. There were noises like something was being eaten on the other side. She didn't want to know what. She hurried to catch up to the others, merely a few feet away. She heard it then. Whatever the thing was that had attacked Kris, it was back. In the ventilation shaft. IT could be heard thundering around, hissing and scratching. It didn't drop down, but made its way up in the building. Tahlia sighed in relief. For now, at least, it was gone. Tahlia took up the rear, watching their backs. Soon enough, they came to the file room, and began bringing out the folders upon folders of files, only some of them having any bearing at all on what they wanted to find. Tahlia sighed, and watched a few of the folders disappear into Kris's backpack. She sighed, and wondered just how they were going to survive the night with that thing running loose in the building. She readied herself when they got up to leave. The room was now covered in papers, it wasn't like any one was going to be playing maid or coming back into this room ever again. They moved back into the lobby of the building, and Tahlia sat in a chair. She was tired. They all were, but they wouldn't be able to sleep just yet. Tahlia looked down at her gun. It was her life line. If she ever ran out of ammo, she might be done for, ripped apart by things potentially worse than that monster that had attacked Kris. She tried to forget it, the look, the smell, but those two thing lingered in the air, they weren't going away any time soon. Dawn was still hours away, and she didn't like being cooped up here.

Tahlia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Umbrella, behind everything? All of these monsters... all of these fuckers trying to eat her?" "Were you responsible for the virus?" She asked Kristopher, choosing her words carefully. "No. Only the anti-virus. I worked on making a cure for it." "So, could you make more?" "If the need arose. But, I would have to get back down to the Umbrella Corporation and down the files onto a disk, and then maybe go back to East Ridge. Umbrella doesn't just privately fund the hospital. They research viral vaccines there. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch for the virus vaccine to be located in a minute quantity there. I know they treated some people with the virus there, far beyond before it got out of hand. Of course, they were employees for Umbrella. "So. Where do you need to go first?" Payton asked. He petted his dog, and cooed at her. Kristopher picked up Tahlia's gun, and aimed it out the window. "The Zoo. I need to get that anti-virus." He fired off a round through the window, clipping a zombie in the head. "Boom! Head shot!" He cried. "Take that you fucking brain eating barf bag!" He handed the gun back to Tahlia. "Nice gun. Is it yours? "No... I found it at a gas station." "Pretty handy. So tell me, when you going to get a shorter skirt and some fish net pantyhose? Tahlia looked at Kristopher like he was crazy, before breaking out into laughter. Draco smirked, and handed Kristopher a gun of his own. "Yes, this will do nicely." He cocked the weapon and loaded it with an ammo clip. rased it up, and smiled. "Zombie slayer extrordinare, Kristopher Fuller. Well. Let's get going. We have alot of ground to cover."

And Zombie slayer Nurse Tahlia makes her way into the fray once more! Tahlia ran off down the street, she had heard the grinding halt of the subway blast by in the underground tunnel. The Depot was only just down the street, so she ran by zombies, dodging, holding her gun low. She was almost afraid of what she'd find. A subway car full of zombies, maybe? But then how was it moving? A plume of smoke and dust rose into the air, coupled with the sounds of crunching metal. She ran the city blocks, coming onto the Depot, to find two men and a boy scrambling to get away from several zombified people. She knew that there was a font entrance, so she ran around the buildings. Turned out, they were in the Depot Diner. She simed her gun, and shot the lock on the door, allowing it to swing open. She ducked into the diner, and leveled her gun at a zombie waitress. She popped off a round into it's head, and then turned to see three very shocked faces. "I'm so glad to see other people alive in this god forsaken nightmare!" she cried, her eyes welling up with tears. She sunk down to her knees. "Oh thank god... I thought I was alone." The youngest of the three hopped the counter, and came over to her, and helped her into a booth. She clutched at him, holding him to her, sobbing. "hush..... It's okay, yes we're alive." He comforted her, and consoled her until she had calmed down. "My name is Tahlia Reins. I worked at East Ridge Hospital..." "I'm Kristopher Fuller. A pleasure to meet you. I was attending the public high school." "Draco. Umbrella Special Forces." "Payton. I'm not exactly sure what to call myself..." Tahlia took a deep breath, and sat her gun on the table. She clutched here head, not sure what to do. "My god, what's happening here...." Kristopher looked out the window. "I know."

Tahlia breathed in deep breaths, she was terrified. No escape. She started crying, there would be no rescue. It wqas only a matter of time before those monsters found her and devoured her alive. Tahlia knew it was only a matter of time. She'd been hiding here for almost two days now. She was hiding in a hospital room in the east wing, on the fourth floor. It was too high for her to jump out on to the ground below, and outside the room were those things everywhere. She was crouched down in corner, sobbing. She didn't want to die, or even worse, end up like one of those poor people. She was in a private room, the television on, the screen showing nothing but the rainbow of colors when the station goes off-air. She looked at it, wishing there was something to see, anything like the life she had just mere days ago. She kept wishing this was all a dream. She closed her eyes, tears slashing onto her uniform. "Dear God in heaven, please help me." She got up, and went to the window. Night was falling, the streetlights were blinking on. She opened the window, and looked around. She could see the construction equipment, glinting in the haze of the setting sun. She wondered if this would be the last sunset she would ever see. Tahlia turned around, and looked up at the ceiling. She knew she could easily climb up and through the tiles, she was light enough to be supported by them, if she clung to the rafters and support beams. She started moving the bed, hoping to be able to get up to the ceiling with it. But, it made a lot of noise. The sounds coming from the hall could be heard audibly, and they were coming closer. Soon enough there were clawing sounds on the door, followed by bashing noises. Tahlia screamed, and cranked up the bed, than latched the wheels into place. She raised the bed, to the highest it would go. The door began to give way, and she screamed again. "God help me!" She moved a tile as the door finally burst open, slamming into the wall. A monstrous groan escaped the lips of the monster coming in, right for her. She lifted herself up, and into the ceiling. The bed groaned as it was moved by the thing trying to get to her. She sobbed, and slowly made her way through the ceiling. Dust billowed in her wake, making her eyes water and her breathing became difficult. Ever so slowly, Tahlia made her way. Soon enough, she came to where she thought she needed to be. She sat back, and braced herself against a girder to remove a tile, and peeked around below. Seening nothing other than an empty hallway, she scooted around to put her feet down, dropping the short distance to the cold tiles of the floor. To her left was a gourney, and she grabbed it to use as any kind of a weapon. She rammed the doors open with it, and rolled it in front of her, looking for anything that might eat her. The plastic covering the new wing billowed in the wind, flapping like crazy. Some of it had fallen away, and she could see the cityscape beyond. She sighed, and rolled the gourney over to the edge. She could only see one monster down below, and she sighed in relief. She prepared herself, and then ran the gourney off the edge. It hurtled down, slamming down on top of the zombified construction worker with a loud and audible crunch. Her insides turned at the sound, she couldn't bring herself to look. Tahlia walked around, seeing nothing that she could use as a weapon. She saw that the construction crane was parked, the long arm within easy reach. All she would have to do was climb down. She grasped the cable, climbing slowly up to the crane's arm. Looking down, she shuddered; it was a long way down. She noticed the clatter from the gourney had brought several zombies into the site. She knew they were slow, but it was their numbers that worried her. An entire city against one nurse. Not exactly good odds. Tahlia clamored onto the crane, inching her way down. On reaching the crane control room, she spotted the keys into the ignition. A smile spread across her face as she observed the controls. She couldn't figure out how to make it move, and so just turned it on. She moved a lever, and the arm of the crane began to move, as did the zombies. They started converging on her, and she moved the crane to where it was dangling above the parking lot. She crawled out, and kicked a zombie out of her way, then moved up onto the arm, and cat walked across, before she slid down the cable into the parking lot. Empty cars greeted her, along with more zombies here and there amongst the cars. She walked around, trying to find her own. She spotted it, across the parkinglot in the staff area parking. No zombies to be seen, so she cautious walked over and got in. Her purse had been left inside the hospital, and there was no way in hell Tahlia was going back in to get it. The hospital loomed behind her, the glittering lights almost comforting. In some of the windows were moving shadows. More monsters. Sighing, she knew she had to get some food, she hadn't eaten in two days. Her car wasn't going anywhere without the keys, but she at least had her life. Tahlia had no idea how to hotwire a car. There was a gas station down the street, Tahlia would be able to eat something there. Getting out of her car, she grasped her handy dandy crowbar, hopping it would come in handy. She smiled, things were looking up. As she made her way to the street, she saw there wasn't anything moving. She walked down the desolate street. It was unsettling how quiet the city was. She knew too well that most of the city was either dead or undead. Tahlia made her way to the gas station, holding the crowbar like a baseball bat. She smiled and opened the door. There were shelves upon shelves of food there, and some possible supplies. She ripped open some beef snacks, the junk food had never tasted so good in her life. She ate her fill and then packed some food stuffs into a bag. she walked around behind the counter, and spotted what she'd really need. A small pistol under the register. She cocked it, laughing at the ridiculous sight she must be. "The gun toting zombie killing nurse....Jesus Christ, I'm a geek's fantasy!"

I'll be a leading lady! Name: Tahlia Reins Age: 24 Occupation: Nurse Starting point: East Ridge Hospital Infection Status: - Biography: She's a bright girl, her grades were perfect. She started nursing school right out of high school, and after getting her certification, moved to Raccoon City. She started working at one of the local hospitals. She, like so many other people, was oblivious to the danger the Umbrella corporation posed. When the virus broke out, she went to work, like any other day. So many people had been coming in lately, feeling ill. Umbrella's goons were frequenting the hospital more than usual, and then Tahlia got wise to the fact something was up. The patients with the unknown disease started dying, and Umbrella's goons started doing autopsies. Tahlia knew there was something wrong. She went back to work, and soon madness broke out. A group of the infected converged on the hospital, some from down in the morgue, having already been brought to the hospital for an autopsy by the Umbrella corporation They had a lot of dealings with thie hospital, Tahlia had been told that Umbrella privately owned the hospital. But, already, it was far too late. Tahlia was trapped. The front hospital entrance was blocked, she couldn't get past the hoard of infected people. She was trapped on the fourth floor.