THE MACHINE FALTERS

[Minerva]

Name:Kim Suyong Park
Location:Metropolis
Interactions: Cael Haze (@Icy) Jonathan Cardenas (@Auntie Phaz) Oris Wood (@Malkuthe Highwind)

Kim watched as the man in the wheelchair came to the table. He asked for some painkillers. Kim immediately opened her bag, and looked up. "How strong? Ibuprofen, or Oxycodone?" She asked softly. "And, would you like some gum?" She held out a stuck from the pack towards the man.

When the gunshots were fired, Kim immediately ducked under the table. She grabbed a scalpel from her bag for use as a close range weapon. It worked as a defense against a Cherubim, it should work against several armed Awakened. She gripped the scalpel in her right hand, and in her left, she prepared an attack. If she could, she would give one of the intruders meningitis, at least to disable him, if not kill him. She backed up, and stood up in a ready position.

She felt sort of pathetic. People around her had guns and attack based powers, and here she was clutching a scalpel and Medical Bag as a defense. She felt useless. But she thought about what was said earlier. The separate ideologies uniting. The Frumentarii in the room, although they disagreed in ideals, would defend the Rudiarii and Exhummi. The same went all three ways. Kim straightened herself, and brushed her lab coat. She would do her damned hardest to protect everyone.

@Grumpy @everyone

 

[UnseenShade]

Alexander saw Kim in much a similar predicament to himself. Both were not front line fighters. He seriously hoped the Frumentarii could distract them enough for his assassin skills. He was mainly for espionage and one target takedowns, not open conflict. If she even looked at his eyes, she would see his own apprehension. His posture was confident but cautious. He was obviously out of his element to anyone looking at him, but he would do his job regardless. He needed to, or it could mean the end of all three factions and the end of humanity as a whole. He wished he had more time to hone his powers, a more powerful poison could have come in handy. He also wished he had scrounged up a gun somewhere, but his old one broke in a fight.

 

[Auntie Phaz]

Jonathan Cardenas- Rudiarii


Jonathan had barely taken in the Rudiarii medic's introduction when a young man approached their table in a wheelchair and promptly requested drugs. As the two of them seemed to become occupied with one another, he left them to it and paid them no mind in turn. Jonathan was rarely eager to give out his name, even while among allies. Anonymity and keeping a low profile were two things crucial to how he operated, so the fewer people that could recognize him or point him out in a crowd the better, as far as he was concerned.

Only a few moments later all time for idle chit chat came to a close as the leaders of the Awakened began to address their followers. Jonathan listened intently to what they were saying, particularly so to Crixus. As each of them explained why they had all been gathered there that night, the realization slowly began to dawn on him that his suspicions had been far off the mark. They weren't there to plan an offensive. They had merely decided to pool their strengths to prepare for the coming onslaught of Inferno's armies. It really shouldn't have come to a surprise to him. It was often the case with Awakened such as himself who so fervently despised the Demiurge and the Hosts that served it that they neglected the very real, and perhaps even more insidious, threat of Satan and her hordes.

Jonathan didn't have long to process the leaders' revelation before the sounds of chaos and gunfire erupted from the level below them. At once the various Awakened in the room began to take action, some gearing up for battle while others swiftly closed ranks to mount a defense. The man who had been smoking quietly at the table up until then vanished from sight, for what purpose and to where Jonathan could not be sure.

Disappearing was precisely what was on his own mind, although he wouldn't be able to do so quite so cleanly or quickly. He glanced at the two others who still remained at the table. Neither of them appeared to be fighters, although his fellow Rudiarus had drawn a scalpel. It would be no defense against bullets, however, so escape was their most present priority. The man in the wheelchair would only be a liability in that regard, as well as being trumped by the medic due to her being Jonathan's comrade. He would have to rely on his own faction if he needed help getting out of the building.

Reaching inside his coat to grip the automatic pistol holstered at his side, Jonathan pressed the handle firmly into his palm to put the feel of it into his mind. He would hardly be of use in a gunfight, carrying only a single clip of ammo as a rule of thumb in order to travel light and rarely using firearms at all. Directly engaging the enemy had never been his forte. He was a guide, not a warrior, and there was just one thing he could do to help anyone get out alive in situations like this.

Still, there was only one visible point of exit in the room: the same door the unknown assailants to their gathering were no doubt making their way towards at that very moment. In order for any of them to safely make it out of the building, they would first have to make it past these armed attackers and then get to the streets outside. Even assuming they survived that, there would still be the matter of evading the horrors of Metropolis and the Heavenly Choirs that would no doubt be attracted to the disruption.

It was a dubious prospect at best, but he had to be ready to do his part to evacuate as many of his allies as he could at the first available opportunity, and failing that, take out as many of whoever these people were that had ambushed all of them. Jonathan stood where he could keep the doorway in his line of sight, looking back over his shoulder at Crixus to wait for the slightest signal to make a move. His near-panicked expression betrayed the doubt and apprehension he felt about what they were facing, but the stoic serenity radiated by the leader of the Rudiarii even in the bedlam surrounding them helped him to feel slightly better and trust that Crixus would know what to do.