Enmity : Cohen || Steinman || Kyle || Ezra
it was going all to hell. People were screaming everything was burning Cohen was laughing The smoke mad his eyes water and his lungs burn. No no no, this was horrible. He wanted out he didnt want a war! He didnt want a war! How dare he start this, how dare he.
Kyle coughed hard crawling to the health station that his master once stood at. Splicers everywhere. He should run, run run fuck the smoke run. But no he couldnt do anything if the blinding PAIN didnt stop. So he pulled the lever letting the power heal, make him better. Make him STRONGER. Only to have the soothing feeling be ripped away from him when the butt of a gun was slammed against his shoulder,making him fall back against the wall.
His neck was thankfully healed enough to stop pounding or bleeding but not enough to not be tender. Blisters were still there and when the strange splicer grabbed his neck it still hurt like hell. “Ohh lookie what we have here…” The creature (It wasnt human Kyle. It wasnt human Kyle, it was a monster.” cooed, running a cold bloody hand over his face. “Got me a Cohen’s little toy piano player.” It snickered pressing the barrel of the gun against the ginger’s forehead.
All kyle could do was close his eyes and give up. It hurt to much to fight. But a shot rung out in his ears and the …the thing crumpled to the ground with a scream of pain, allowing the boy to run. Run run run, through the smoke and fire.
Run, run…until strange red lights fell in his vision. Oh god..Kyle just winced away, hoping the big daddy didnt see him yet. Already around the creature was dead splicers, filled with holes and with limbs blown off. Of course, There were always little sisters waling around, and with this mess going on it wasnt unthinkable that it would agitate the big daddies around.
Dr Steinman felt as the Bathysphere arrived in Maintenance bay 3. He looked out the window and saw the Bathysphere in bay 2 leaving at full throttle. He gritted his teeth and whispered,
He picked up his radio and yelled,
"Bill, I have arrived what is going on."
Steinman felt a sudden explosion shake the Bathysphere, and could hear screams coming from radio. There was a long silence before Bill yelled back,
"The boy. We had him! We were about to grab him but that Big Daddy. Its killing everyone. Ours, Cohen’s, it’s unstoppable."
Steinman opened the hatch to the bathysphere and walked out into the dark maintenance tunnel. He shook his head and said into the radio in a stern tone,
"Idiot! Find him. Now what is going on with Cohen where is he?"
There was another explosion and then Bill yelled,
"We know exactly where he is. But he’s decimating anyone we send after him. We are falling back to the Bathyspheres and are going to try and hold off Cohen’s forces. We will send a few men after the boy when the situation is more to our favor."
Steinman let out a loud grunt and said,
"I am coming to take care of this personally!"
The doctor stuffed the radio back into his pocket and raised his machine gun. The hallway looked as if it had not been used for some time as half the lights were burned out and a few leaks were seeping in from the roof. Steinman could hear voices. They were mumbling something. Steinman only could hear a few words, “Cohen, master, Kill Steinman.”
The Doctor could see the shadows of two men standing in a small office to the left of where he was just a few meters up the hallway. He walked up to the small window and saw two men both wearing bunny masks, dress pants and formal white shirts. Steinman grabbed a grenade out of the ammo box he had strapped to his side. He tossed it inside the window and started to walk down the hall. He could hear the sounds of rustling followed by a yell and then a loud explosion. Steinman smiled and said,
"They were on the wrong side Goddess."
After walking for several more minutes down the destroyed tunnel he came to a large bulkhead. There was a small sign on it however it was so dirty and scratched that he couldn’t make out what it said. He pressed the door control and it slide open with a thump. Steinman walked into the room, it looked as if it was a clothing store of some sort. There were several bodies littering the floor and a Splicer hunched over one with his back turned to Steinman. Steinman could make out the ears and whiskers of a bunny mask on the man. He lowered his gun and pulled out a small scalpel, His Favorite scalpel. He walked towards the man who was now emptying the pockets of the corpse. Steinman could tell the body did in fact belong to one of his former followers as he was wearing a white lab coat and a surgical mask. Steinman was only a few feet from Cohen’s follower when he thought,
"Cohen doesn’t train his followers very well, back to the door, too focused on looting to hear a door open and footsteps behind him. Ah this will be too easy goddess."
Steinman prepared himself and in an instant grabbed the mans mouth with one hand and plunged the knife into the man’s right kidney with the other. He could feel the man try and scream but no noise could be heard. Steinman looked around the room and made sure he was alone in the store. He stabbed the man again and then ripped the bunny mask from the man’s face. He could tell by the face that this man had been heavily subjected to Splicing. Steinman let out a grunt and said,
"Someone who follows Cohen is not worthy of my time nor may talents. If i wasn’t under so much pressure I may in fact help you despite who you follow. But today I have much more pressing matters to attend to."
With that Steinman took his knife from the mans side and still covering his mouth with the other hand violently slashed the Splicer’s neck. Steinman immediately stood up and watched as several figures moved outside the shop windows. The doctor put his knife away and slowly raised his machine gun once more.
Enmity : Cohen || Steinman || Kyle || Ezra
Down in the lower atrium, a Rosie model protector paused and looked up at the darkened ceiling. A voice was speaking over a radio. Was it his radio? Ezra moaned as he thought out loud.
‘What did he say?’ he seemed to ask. ‘Something about Rapture and time and…’
Alarms went off in Ezra’s head. If that man on the radio had ADAM and it wasn’t Andrew Ryan, that meant-.
Ezra ran through the halls between the lounge and Marquis D’Poque in a frantic search for the Little Sisters, when he heard the sounds of scraping metal and incoherent shrieks fill the air. Splicers were coming and lots of them from the sounds of it. The big daddy gripped his rivet gun as the mad cacophony drew closer, and like a swarm of bees, poured out into the lower atrium.
Ezra lifted his gun and bellowed threateningly at the growing mob of splicers as they ran to and fro in search of Cohen. Startled, one splicer made the mistake of firing a round at the big daddy, which ricocheted into the wall. In an instant, his fear and concern were swallowed up by an irrepressible rage. He turned and opened fire, leveling to those unfortunate enough to be in his path. Some fought back, throwing grenades and shooting him with their firearms, but they didn’t last long against the mines. Any other splicers in the area scattered up the staircases, preferring the 200 ADAM reward for Cohen’s head to a fight with a lone big daddy.
After all, who’d want to tango with a big daddy on edge?
Ezra surveyed the room. Charred and bullet ridden bodies littered the lower atrium until another battle cry hit the air - the delicate sinister hiss of…
A surviving splicer exploded into a human bonfire as Cohen’s Houdini spliced devotees lobbed fireballs at the oncoming ranks of intruders and ‘doubters’. Seeing the conflict escalate, Ezra backed away, making his way deeper into the narrow spaces of the cocktail lounge. If any splicer wanted to come in and take him on, he’d be happy to serve them a full course meal of rivets and proximity mines free of charge.
Dr Steinman sat in his Bathysphere and waited for it to arrive at its destination. He was heading for maintenance assess way 2 of Fort Frolic. His radio suddenly filled with Bills voice which was yelling,
"Sir, we have run into Cohen’s followers. They are providing quite a fight, but the real problem is a Rosie Tin daddy is decimating both us and Cohen’s Splicers. We have to fall back and regroup."
Steinman let out a loud sigh and said,
"Do what you have to, but stay in Fort Frolic. Do not get back into the bathyspheres without alerting me first. I do not want to be left in this madman’s house with no one to assist me in my work."
Steinman put down the radio when a loud screeching sound was heard followed by a young ladies voice over the intercom who said in a calm tone,
"Bathysphere stopped. Maintenance access way 2 is already occupied, work crew has not set an estimated finishing time. Open access ways are one, three, and six. Have a great day."
Steinman rolled his eyes and set a course for the third maintenance hatch which was farther from Cohen then he would have liked. He hated that girls voice, the pitch, they way she talked. Steinman sighed again and said to himself,
"That stupid recording. She sounds ugly, She’s probably dead now, and with a voice like that she probably died alone."
Steinman thought it was strange thought. Access way 2 was always open, someone else not too spliced up must have gone too it. Steinman whispered,
"Now who would do something like that? Who else isn’t spliced up beyond belief? No. It couldn’t be? ATLAS!"
"Sir are you okay?" Bill asked.
Steinman shook his head and replied,
Bill looked confused and answered,
"Sir, you just stopped talking for a few minutes and were staring at a wall. Is she, is your goddess here?"
Steinman coughed, and whispered,
"She is always here, but I stopped talking because she pointed out a flaw in my plan. She says that if I send most of my Splicers to kill Cohen, then there is nothing stopping someone else from taking away my medical wing. I have come up with a compromise though. You will take two bathyspheres full of Splicers to Fort Frolic. From there you will cause mayhem and utter chaos to Cohen and his followers. I will take my own Bathysphere me alone, and I will go through a maintenance access way as to avoid detection. From there I will take out his followers one by one. I will use Kyle as a distraction and as an informant. We will fight our way to Cohen and then, well the rest will just need to be witnessed."
Bill nodded and was about to say something when Steinman said,
"Now go. Those new arrivals and that Atlas fellow, are most likely on the move. They may destroy the plan.
Bill made a slight bow and walked out of the room. Steinman closed his eyes and thought about what he needed to bring. He grabbed his supply kit from under his desk. In it were several medical kits, eve hypos, water, and snacks. He also grabbed four ammo clips and put them in the bag. He would also be needing his grenade box which was packed with frag grenades and proximity mines. Lastly he would need to grab his scalpel set, complete with hacksaw. He let out a sigh and said,
"I’m coming Cohen, you just wait. Come goddess, we have much to think about. Our knifes have a lot of work ahead of them!"
OOC. Both of you are amazing at this. Thankyou kyle for thinking so highly of me. Tbh I’m so glad you think I am okay because I’m not sure how you guys would like how I see the doctor. Now as for sander. You are amazing and portray him perfectly with no flaws. He is my fave character from the game so coming from such a critic such as me that is high praise. Keep up the good work guys..or in the.words of atlas. Boyos
Dr. Steinman is coming to Fort Frolic.
"Lets make them all beautiful goddess!"
Enmity : Cohen || Steinman || Kyle
(scream scream scream to the top of your lungs)
Music to his ears; a delightful ululating scream elicited from the boy’s agony - his pain, his fright; skin sizzling as the fire charred it, burning through to muscle, drawing blood, blood, blood which bubbled and broiled. He sniffed at the smoke - inhaled deeply- intent on savouring the amalgam of piquant scents; burnt wood, burnt fabric, burnt flesh. Revenge best served cold, no, no, we alter the rules, this is my play, I write the rules, I write the words, revenge is a dish best served hot. He tightened his grasp and prodded at the wounds, prodded with blazing fingers. Traitors are doubters, the worst of all, traitors, traitors, once held so close. He felt the boy’s desperate attempts at shoving him away. (will you away he believes he can miraculously will you away)
“Hush, child, hush.”
The mechanisms overhead growled and heaved and turned, heaving the doors upward. (enough is it enough?) The fire went out. (is it enough?!) His hand was slick with gore. (will it suffice?) He brushed a strand of hair out of the boy’s face. Yes. Traitor, doubter, messenger, oh, he is a messenger. He espied the unfamiliar man. A messenger. He smirked.
“Your friend may treat that burn of yours.”
(you let him flee he is not a messenger he is a traitor you said so yourself)
This is a game.
The figure by the entrance raised his firearm.
A game that requires cunning.
The boy felt the ruin of his neck.
I planted the seeds of fear.
“Fly away, young fowl, fly back to your friend-“
Gunfire, sudden and raucous. He barely escaped the weapon’s pernicious radius, vanishing just in time. Oh, Sander prided himself on this unfair advantage, for it certainly improved his odds of coming out of a skirmish unscathed, and victorious nonetheless. A wily technique, albeit efficient.
Vanish, appear, vanish, appear - confuse the enemy.
(careful evaluate careful careful)
Bullets grazed wood, ricocheted against the walls, marred the once fine tapestry, and failed to find the artist. He thinks me a coward, a coward, oh I am not a coward. In the armed man’s yells, he could hear exasperation, rage, loathing. It was evident that the man craved the erroneous sense of control maintaining your target in your field of vision supplied. He craved having the upper hand in a scuffle. He is frail. He yelled and yelled and yelled, all pointless taunts.
He moved to reload his weapon.
(now now now)
The artist manifested-
-the gunman drew a pistol and seized the opportunity to fire.
The round lodged itself deep in his shoulder, and he roared, roared at the surge of pain, roared in anger and disbelief, roared in maddened fury (no) as (no no NO your strategy follow the strategy no) everything (no no no no NO NO) came (please the manuscript you wrote the words no please no no do not burn it no no) crashing (no no you wrote THE WORDS YOU NEED TO PULL THE STRINGS) down.
He touched the wound, poked it with a child-like curiosity, felt it sting, felt the blood -his blood. (you are injured fall back please fall back) I said SILENCE. (please heed me) The sickening smirk had not left his face. Silence, silence, he shot me, HE SHOT ME, hahahaHA. (please) He tottered forward. He shot me, he shot me, audacity, he shot me- (it’s a taunt he is baiting you) -he shot me, audacity, like the boy, worse than the boy, well-deserved punishment, I shall burn him, I shall- (please) -burn him, all of them, the doubter’s pets, I will burn them.
He threw his open palms forward, releasing a fiery blast.
Burn him, burn them, they cannot be purified.
Again and again and again, he kept firing, the ache lost under the fury.
Burn them burn them BURN THEM.
The man had escaped.
He dropped to his knees, trembling, snickering. The inferno raged behind him.
Doubters burn them I will burn them.
The theatre echoed with cackles.
The screaming never stopped, he never knew when the screams turned into sobs and pleas for help, for forgiveness, for anything. Anything please let the pain stop. Tears washed down his face, eyes staring blindly up at the man. His man, his master, master no stop please SIR! Kyle didn’t know what he was saying, saying anything his pain riddled mind thought might make the man release him. Nothing did, Cohen prodded at the wound, spilling blood down his back, through the cracked and blistered skin on his neck. His shirt was soaked.
White soaked into red, like wine on a tablecloth. Maybe he would die? Maybe Cohen was right, he deserved this. Deserved this pain, this hurt, this end…But it stopped. The burning stopped and a gentle wet hand (Blood? It smelled like blood, no…everything smelt of blood it was in his nose and in the air) pushed a strand of sweat slick hair out of his forehead.
Kyle pushed his head against the hand, hoping that it would show he was sorry. He was so sorry he didn’t want this he just wanted out please please oh god…But then a loud noise sounded from begin him and Cohen jerked. His hand was gone, his hand freedom!!
He ran. Feet thudding and heart pounding in his ear. Not even realizing that running from his punishment meant he was once again a traitor…He didn’t hear either of the men as he ran. No the only thing going through young Kyle’s mind ‘Get away get away pain pain RUN RUN RUN’. And so he did. He ran until the strange cackling could be heard along with the sound of bullets.
He stumbles, pale hands panicking as he falls to the floor and crawls into a corner hidden from (So he hoped) prying eyes… His world still spun…but…the gunshots stopped…now he could focaus on his neck..the blisters and blood…Wincing Kyle reached a blood soaked hand behind him and gently prodded his flesh…a scream ripped from his throat and he doubled over. Oh god.
His stomach emptied on the floor…”Oh god..” He cried out pressing his forehead to the dingy and dirty floor, in hopes the cool wood would starve off some of his pain…How was he going to get his Sir to forgive him NOW?….Was Stienman’s plan worth all this pain? A soft sob could be heard.
He didn’t know.
Dr. Stienman’s office door opened with a loud bang. The doctor looked up and reached for his machine gun. Standing in the doorway was none other then his friend Bill, Bill the spy. The man’s face was marked with obvious side effects from the heavy use of Splicing. Even the mans eyes were bloodshot and almost had a grey tone to them. Steinman was not surprised by the look of his friend. Sure he was ugly, but Steinman never like to cross friendship with work. It would make things complicated. The man walked forward, his torn white shirt and muddied black dress pants showed that he clearly had not changed in days or possibly even longer. His hair was greasy with sweat. Bill sat down in a chair near the door and looked to Steinman, he took out a fresh cigarette and pulled out a lighter, trembling as he did. He took a long puff of smoke and said,
"Sir, I will need to remain in this place for a while as to not be caught by Sander. He didn’t see my face but I cannot risk it. The boy is safe for now, but Cohan is persistent and will find him, what is your next step?"
Steinman by this time had put his gun back on the desk and was leaning in his chair. He coughed and whispered,
"Yes Goddess, yes I agree."
Steinman cleared his throat and said to Bill,
"The next step is simple. We invade Fort Frolic."
Bill winced at this remark and whispered,
"With what sir, we have nothing, except a few grenades and-"
Steinman said cutting Bill off. He turned to the video monitor and switched it to a picture of the medical Pavilion, just outside the main receptionist desk. There was three Splicers patrolling the area. Steinman grabbed the microphone that connected to all speakers in the Medical wing. Steinman waited a moment and then said,
"Citizens of Rapture, My Friends. This is Dr. Steinman It is time, time to destroy Cohen, and take out his empire based in Fort Frolic There is two hundred Adam for the man or woman who brings me his head, but fifty Adam for anyone who participates. Think it over."
Steinman hung up the microphone and switched the camera views to all around the Medical Wing. It showed Dozens of Splicers all running to the Bathyspheres getting ready for the invasion. Some men chose to stay at their current position and just wait. However one man was jumping at the camera swearing and cursing Steinman. Suddenly another Splicer ran by him and Shot the man in the head. Steinman smiled, he knew the reward of Adam would give him an army. One that Cohen would never see coming.
Steinman is coming Cohen. You just wait!
Steinman would wait for his little spy to return. Once he did it was time, time to move, time to pay Sander Cohen a visit. It was time to see the bright lights of fort frolic. Time to teach the people there what true beauty is. Steinman would make each one of Cohen’s followers beautiful, and if they wouldn’t accept the help from his knife, then a few bullets would have to do.
Merry Christmas From The Office Of Dr. Steinman
[OOC: … Replies first thing in the morning. I cannot seem to be able to conjure up anything decent.]
Ooc: thats fine!! :) Its christmas eve (or maybe christmas where you are?) Just relax and have fun!! Also sush your mouh. You play him amazingly well thats why we rp with you!
[OOC: Seconded! And Merry Christmas everyone! (Or Happy Hanukkah or Happy Yule or what have you.)]
Thirded? LOL but seriously you are great as cohan. Merry Christmas everyone