Digital Waltz

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Everyone)


As you look around, you notice quite a lot of people looking at you from the sidewalk. A lot of them where taking pictures or filming you on their phones.

Tomas looked at them with a frown, then sighed and turned towards Arnold and Violet:


"Its alright, Dr. Zarovee was already notified when Clopin first stated his demands.

The doctor is being transported to his lab via police escort. The fastest way we can get to him, is just head to the lab as well. Come on" he waved everyone to follow and climbed back into the van's driver seat.



The crowd gathering here was rapidly growing and it made Tomas visibly nervous.

Mira and Jane slowly climbed into the back of the van. Mira kept looking at Violet with concern, it seems her story really got through to her.


"Violet, guys" Tomas called, as he started the engine and the van pulled a U-turn and began rolling down the streets again:
"If anyone has medical expertise, can you look over Jane? Make sure she's not injured?"


Jane was still twisting her head left and right in confusion. She finally took a seat in the van and quietly called: "Umm... where.. are we going?"


"A cybernetics lab" Mira replied with a small smile.

"Cyber..what?" Jane slowly repeated.

"A place where people with robotic limbs are treated" Mira nodded.

"Robitic?... limbs??" Jane looks stunned: "...but... I don't have any robotic limbs"

"Are.. you sure?" Mira cautiously asked: "You mentioned.. you lost your memory.."

"No. I would definitely remember having a robotic limb installed" Jane firmly nodded with confidence. She was about to say something else, then her expression changed:
"Uuhh... guys?... why is my picture showing on that giant building over there?"




Jane pointed through the window, at one of the skyscrapers nearby. As the van rolled down the street, you noticed a massive TV add screen, hanging from one of the skyscrapers.

The screen showed a giant profile picture of Jane, in the same clothes she is now, with the same confused expression.

The text under the picture read: 'DISCIPLE OF MAREK'.


"..guys?..." Jane slowly called in alarm: "...who's.. Marek?"


The giant TV add board continued to play, a rather loud echo from its speakers began dispersing across the street:

"...-Have just confirmed the identity of one of the 'Disciples of Marek'.
The woman you see now on this picture, is a criminal, responsible for the deaths of countless Union citizens and the robot attacks over the past few months, including the one that took place this morning, in front of the Union Council Building.

This woman is an extremely dangerous, cold blooded killer, who has already claimed the lives of hundreds of people.

If you see this woman, report to the police immediately and proceed with maximum caution"



Jane's eyes grew wide in shock and horror. She reeled back from the van's window and looked at you in panic:
"...no... NO! I... I'm not a criminal! I don't want to hurt anyone!" she called, her voice ringing in fear.



A few seconds later, Clopins angry voice suddenly rang in your earpiece:

"What the bloody hell are you people doing down there! Its been half an hour since I've taken a Councilor hostage, and somehow the media still didn't report on it!?!

Can someone please pick up a phone and carefully explain to them, that broadcasting garbage like this, will endanger Jane's life, and by extension, endanger the Councilors life as well!!!"



Mira scowled: "Bloody hell. First, not enough police force show up at the Council Building, now the media is sabotaging the hostages safety!? Tomas! Your police department has a really gross miscommunication problem!"


"I phoned the media and the P.D. about this my self, I swear to god" Tomas said, anxiously watching the rode, as the van rolled down the street.
Then suddenly, he hit the breaks and the van came to a violent stop.



"You guys!" Jane called in alarm: "What the hell is going on!"


"...we're too late" Mira quietly mumbled. As you look through the windshield, you see a mob of people, blocking the road entirely.
They had lead pipes and baseball bats and they were clearly looking at your van and marching towards it.


"...what the hell is this.." Tomas quietly called, his face turning pale: "...its as if.. they knew which van to pull over... how did they know... the information is being spread way too fast..."


The mob started angrily shrieking and approaching the van, firmly blocking the road forward. The way they shrieked profanities and raised their makeshift weapons, didn't leave much doubt to their intent.


Jane slowly sat in the corner of the van and slightly curled up in there, shaking.


Mira, who sat in the front seat next to Tomas, began turning rapidly pale, as the mob drew nearer:
"...what do we do.." Mira called in a shaking voice: "...what do we do dammit!? They're blocking the road!"

Violet Night wrote:(Welcome to the roleplay NOT wavern... You sure your NOT wavern you look lots like em?)

Somthing in Violets mind clicks, she quickly quickly jumps in front basically pushing thomas out of the way keeping him pinned against the vans door, "Bite me fuckers i'll show you a goddamn bloodsucker!" she slams her foot onto the gas from her awkward position she growls softly as her palm slams on the horn. Her knuckles were clentched tight as she bites into her bottom lip, her fangs breaking skin and two small blood trails roll down the the lower part of her mouth and off her chin.

Kaylee Brown wrote:// lol XD its the tiny keyboard buttons that kill me




(Everyone)

The van jerked forward, zigzagging wildly and the mob dispersed, screaming. Some where chasing after the drone and ran in the opposite direction.

"Hit the breaks!" Tomas called, desperately trying to get back in his seat. Through the windshield, you could see a series of trees, lining the sidewalk. The next second, the van smashed into the nearest tree, coming to an abrupt stop.

Tomas knocked his head on the steering wheel and grabbed it with both hands, in pain.
Mira emitted a muffled sound, as the seat belt pressed into her.
The van's engine started to release a small trail of steam.



"Did we hit anyone!?" Jane called in panic.

"No.." Tomas said, heavily breathing and holding his forehead.

Mira coughed, trying to catch her breath: "...should've ran them over.."

"Mira!" Tomas called in protest.

"They shouldn't play with weapons, if they don't want to get smacked!" Mira said with a frown, and looked back through the rear window.



About half the mob had dispersed, chasing the drone or running away in fear.

Around ten of them still remained, the ones armed with makeshift weapons and scowling at the van in anger.
They began marching towards you again and one of them loudly smashed his lead pipe over the side of the van:

"YO! HAND OVER THE CRIMINAL!" One of them barked: "GIVE US THE BLOODSUCKER OR WE'LL END ALL OF YOU!!"



"...blood.. sucker?" Jane called in confusion: "...who is he talking about?"

"Tomas, hit reverse" Mira called, looking through the rear window: "Get us out of here, before they flip the van and lynch us"

"They can't get inside the van" Tomas called, turning the ignition key over and over: "The door locks are too study"


"OI! FOOL! YOU LISTENING!?" The mob outside started banging their weapons against the armored sides of the van. Some began shaking the vehicle.


"Tomas!" Mira called in alarm.

"The car won't start!" Tomas called, then reached out to the vans radio and switched it on: "This is unit 33, requesting backup to-" he didn't finish his sentence, as a deafening wave of static came out of the speakers.

"What the hell?.." Tomas called, then started flipping through the radio channels. Then left it alone and touched his earpiece: "Unit 33, does anyone copy?"


Only static came out. You heard it through your earpieces as well.


"Radios not working.." Mira quietly mumbled: "..why the hell are all the radios not working..."


You suddenly heard a deafening impact and a visible dent appeared in the armored back door of the van. Outside, you could see someone in the mob, grinning and readying his fist for another punch.

"Oh crap.." Mira exhaled: "He's augmented!"

The man outside, smashed his fist into the van's door again, and the entire vehicle shook. The mob outside started shrieking in approval.


"He's gonna break the door down!!!" Mira called in alarm.

Kaylee Brown wrote:// Hey guys, posting from a cellphone again. Plz excuse possible typos, the tiny keyboard is hell >.<



(Everyone)

The man that Naomi dragged into the van, emitted a muffled groan and crumbled down in a heap.

Jane cautiously poked his shoulder. The man didn't react. It appears he has been knocked unconscious.


"Search him" Tomas called, turning in his seat: "This man has a Sarashiki Cyberarm, a strength augmentation. Its not something a civilian has access to" he scowled, looking at the unconscious body:
"...they knew exactly which road we'd take, what van we'd drive. Not to mention.. I think they're jamming our radios.."


Jane looked at him, horrified: "They?? Who's 'They' ?! What the hell do they want from me!?"

Tomas grimaced: "...I don't know. But this isn't just a random mob. Not all of them" he looked through the rear window again.

The vans doors remained closed and the crowd outside seems to be getting riled up. It doesn't seem they appretiated having one of their own beat up so easily.

A few seconds later, the jagged black crystals appeared around the van.
The crowd roared in displeasure.

Mira fidgeted in her seat: "Bloody hell, what in gods name is going on outside"














(Not Wyvern, ???)


As the black crystals materialized around the van, the mob started roaring in anger and twisting about, trying to find the mage who cast the spell.

The crystals seem to be relatively tall, obscuring the vans windows.
It seems the occupant won't have a clear picture of whats happening outside their vehicle.


A few moments later you saw someone in the mob, carrying a canister. Gasoline by the looks of it.

"Oi guys!" he screamed with a twisted smile: "Lets smoke them out ey?"

The mob started cheering and the man opened the canister, seemingly preparing to spray its contents over the van.