The City (IC) [M]

[techmaster-glitch]

   Mere moments after Traxen had settled himself back into the driver's seat and the 360-display of the outside re-engaged, Pamcawv beeped to alert him of something. "Mo-bile-tar-get."
   "What--" Traxen's twisted his head around, and saw that behind him, that T-bird had suddenly taken to the road and was now following him. "Oh, that can't be good!"
   He applied a little more speed to the van as Pamcawv auto-targeted the T-bird, and since it was following behind the van, Pamcawv didn't dismiss the lock like it had everything else they had passed without incident. Though Traxen quickly noticed that the T-bird wasn't really trying to catch up to him, he kept nervously looking checking over his shoulder nevertheless.
   Finally, Traxen came to a primary high-capacity transit street. Almost out... he thought to himsel-
   AAAAAAAAHNK!
   For the second time today, Traxen jumped a foot in surprise, or he woud have if it weren't for the X-seatbelt which held to keep him in place. "What the hell?" Traxen yelled, also for the second time, looking all around, trying to collect his wits.
   "A-lert-mul-ti-ple-in-bound-tar-gets"
   Traxen glanced down at the two side-screens with a keyboard built into an arm on his chair to his right, for limited non-external cam displays while driving. One of them, which was displaying the map Traxen was using to get out, suddenly had several yellow-orange blobs appear...everywhere.
   "Oh shit!
   Traxen caught sight of a few other cars, joining the T-bird, with more coming up from behind...and a few up in front. It was...a classic hunting party.
   And he was the prey.
   "Shit!"
   Now that he was on the wide-open main street, and was less concerned about getting through without a scratch than he was getting through at all, Traxen floored the accelerator. The electric drive motors began to hum as they climbed to their maximum speed. The big, heavy, armored van could plow through any little compact that gets in his way, unless they brought anything bigger to the party...
   "Shitshitshitshitshitshit!"
   Fortunately, this 'prey' could bite back. "Pamcawv! Red alert, open fire!"
   "A-fir-ma-tive."
   Every blob on the map turned red.
   Using it's own prioritization routines, Pamcawv picked out its first target. Normally, it would go for whatever was closest, but in this case, the one target that had been following them the longest and initiatied the stiumulus that appeared to activate the other targets got picked out as lucky number one; the T-bird.
   BWUP-BWUP-BWUP...BWUP-BWUP-BWUP...BWUP-BWUP-BWUP.
   Compensating for the extra range, the fifty-caliber slug machine gun sent three sets of three-round bursts down at the T-bird before swiveling to a new, closer target. BWUP-BWUP-BWUP. It sent one three-round burst at the nearest car, then switched targets again to whatever else was closer, and fired another burst. It continued this routine, and if any car continued rolling after having aburst put into it, Pamcawv eventually reaquires it and fires again.
   At the same time, Traxen kept up the recklessly high speed, using  the map/radar marks and the wide, empty street to try and maneuver away from anything that looked like it was getting in front of him.
   The hunt had begun. Now the chase was on.

[Lisky]

Ed's fur suddenly bristled as a faintly familiar mind approached.  A simple "Fuck!" was all he managed to utter before quickly calling his warp aci with a summon spell.  He wispered something to the little glow-rat, then tossed some coins on the bar-top.  He practically dove into the void, seemingly vanishing into nothingness.  The feline's disappearance seemed to be some type of cue.  At the main entrance, the door swung open heavily.

He was tall, winged, and horned.  The canine's hair flowed and jingled as he moved, silver rings tied long strands into cable-like dreadlock-esque  bands.  A pair of small silver studs were visible in the left side, as his ears flicked back and forth, searching for sounds of an unsheathing blade.  His clothing was simple, but clean.  A sleeveless tunic with silver trim and large silver shoulder-cuffs holding the backless top against his body.  Simple, baggy,  green pants covered his legs, while his feet were left bare.  His movements oozed with a predatory grace as the demon entered the establishment.  He walked, and swayed with a causal confidence that skirted the line of arrogance.  Toe claws clacking lightly against the floor with each step.

Blue eyes scanned the patrons, reading, judging, and then dismissing each one as an immediate threat.  He smiled softly as he flowed up to the bar.  "If you'd be so kind as to pour me the darkest ale you have in the house, miss.  I would be most grateful." 

The demon eased onto a stool, casually turning towards the patrons, judging their reactions as he idly slipped a hand into the hip pocket, producing a couple of coins, setting them on the counter as he waited for his drink.

[Paladin Sheppard]

The Diminutive Devil gripped a little tighter onto the bike. "Umm Kaela..I think we need to get off this road." The lights and horns of the 'cars' were hurting her senses making Ephrael decidedly uncomfortable.

When the thunder of the fifty cal reached them she spoke up again "Like right now.."

[Yugo]

With a grunted curse, Kaela threw the bike to the side, counterbalancing with her own weight and hoping desperately that Ephrael didn't fall off. Her boot skidded on the concrete as they pulled roughly into a nearby alleyway, narrowly missing the wall. "Where the hell did those come from?" she shouted over the throaty roar of the engine, deftly dodging a spilled trash can. Her motorcycle lurched uncomfortably, protesting the high speeds and dangerous maneuvering. "Is someone teeing off with a fucking cannon!?"

[rammenstein]

As the hunting party of sentient vehicles closed in on their significantly well armed, yet vastly outnumbered prey, a shadowy figure watched from the rooftop of a building just to the left. eyes narrowed as they advanced even through the withering .50 caliber fire. Whoever was controlling the weapon had excellent aim and control, as shown by the fact that they were firing shots in three round bursts instead of full auto like the weapon would normally be used, each burst nailing a predatorial automobile. Even so, the odds were stacked very much against the van and its occupants, something that Gabriel Angelos, Demolitions Expert of the former 501st squad of the Silver Claw, did not approve of in the slightest. Time to even the odds a bit...with truly massive firepower

The Cross Fox set down his large and heavy rucksack beside him, slung his assault rifle to the side, and brought the massive rocket launcher slung across his back onto his shoulder. It was a fairly new design, one that he had, in fact, helped to develop. It could be loaded with several different types of ordnance, ranging from normal High Explosive to High Explosive Fragmentation, and even the newly developed HEAT rounds. It used a magazine-type system, with the rockets loaded five to a magazine similar to a gun, then fed in through the top, near the rear of the launcher, which resembled a long tube with a pistol-style grip and an adjustable sight on the side for ease of aiming.

Having already loaded a mag of HE-Frag rockets before entering this god-forsaken city, Rowen took a deep breath as he sighted down the crosshairs, aiming into the middle of the largest group of demon-cars he could see from his vantage point.

"And I saw a pale horse, and he who rode on it was death, and he had a bullet with your name on it..." he muttered beneath his breath, before pulling the trigger. There was a small roar as the rocket motor of the explosive ordnance ignited, followed by a whoosh as it streaked from the launcher. It flew straight and true, spinning like a bullet to stabilize its flight path, before impacting one of the vehicles with a massive "BOOM," the explosion ripping through the car and into several surrounding it.

Gabriel did not wait to celebrate his kill, though. As soon as he'd fired that first rocket, he was already picking a new target. By the time the first shot had impacted, he'd let a second one fly, only to continue on yet again, doing the best he could to help whoever was in that van.

[Cogidubnus]

Giles stood up from the ground, wings of fire spreading from his back as his mad laughter echoed in the empty theater. Marya stood, wiped their prize from her shirt, and mourned her loss.

A pack of smokes.

Giles sucked in a few deep breaths. He lowered his arms. Stood up a bit straighter. Exhaled.

He went to go pick up his spear, throwing a few broken peices of concrete at it before it fell from the wall above them, and helped Marya explore the place. It was shit, mostly. What wasn't broken had been looted long ago. A few couches, a few crates of cloth and costume, and a broken coffee machine.
Almost a vacation really, though. He plopped down on one of the couches, eyeing the setting sun through the window, and took stock of the room.

"So this place makes good shelter, huh?" he said conversationally. "How deep are we into this place? If I've managed to get myself hopelessly lost, I might try and stay for awhile."