Road Kill I [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

This place was like heaven.

Well, not quite, but close to it. It was an abandoned car factory. Yeah. You read that right. An abandoned. Car. Factory. It was two times as cool cause it was abandoned and 5.2 times more cool than an administrative building. God, it was like being in a junk shop turned toy store and there was no one manning the counter and you actually had the balls to shoplift. Of course, that was all completely hypothetical and should be ignored as the ravings of a madman stuck inside a place where he could snatch stuff up and bring it back home to trade or something.

Hell, never the hell mind the shadows that could be lurking around the place. The equipment that could be seen lying around could eventually be taken apart piece by piece and it'll take a whole lot of time to actually get anything done and he might not be able to gather everything up but hey, free shit is free shit. Vice might even bring a wrench with him next time to get started on stuff. Back to serious mode though, the biker had to tear his sight away from all the equipment lying around and actually focus on what's important…okay the parts were important too but the shadows, goddamnit, the shadows. With a remorseful sigh, Vice just readied himself up again. Medicine, Firearm, Swordarm, and bag pack all at the ready for anything. Jesus.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Vorpal Twins

• Fatal End
• Agilao

Absorb: Repel: Null: Slash Rs: Wk: Pierce
Crazy Table

• Zionga

Absorb: Repel: Null: Elec Rs: Wk: Wind

[Vice Ysal]

This was not quite heaven and not hell. In here, Vice felt giddiness actually spread out from his chest almost as much as the first time he had seen the outside world. This was his territory now, and he would claim it for everyone to see. No amount of shadows, pain, hurt, and time were going to hinder that fact. This was going to be his land and if it meant eradicating the goddamn floor itself then he would do it.

This abandoned Car factory was his.

The ravings of the slightly turned madman, his mouth creating a parody of his usual stoicism appeared into a manic grin as he held a sword in one hand and his revolver on the other. The flying table of doom and the twins did little to intimidate his current mental state. Fire, Lead, and Lightning flew around. Pain was exchanged and Vice found himself rolling on the ground to try and put out the fire that had caught on his pant leg. The Twins were screaming with the Table still floating about in that dreadful manner similar to the one he had killed on his first excursion.

The human of the three glared up after a roll, his gun still in his hand. That table would go last; the shrieking was too reminiscent. Another salvo of gun fire escaped as a burst of lightning impacted his chest. The attack had been dulled by the armour he had on but it was enough to send Vice careening to the floor again and stumbling against a rack of equipment. A quick roll and the young man had avoided getting punctured by rusted out equipment. The disappearance of the twins though, that was a good trade of. Standing up, and actually dropping his gun at the sudden requirement of dodging to the left from the Table's deadly charge, Vice had to breathe out for a moment as he unlatched the other sword in his care.

The two met forward and suffice to say, it felt weird going toe to toe against a damnable table. The edges were strong, sharp, and dangerous like his swords. His arms swung with beastly grace while the tables edges moved in graceful ferocity. Steel met Shadow and pain would flare up. A nasty attack had sent the table into a rage, Vice's sword impaling it through the mask, while the table's own attack pushed Vice back. With a grunt and some blind searching, the biker had splattered the floor with the innards of the shadow. Again, being bathed with the gunk still felt weird but…it happened often enough that Vice was slowly getting used to it.

Disgusting as fuck, but better than dying that much was for sure.

[Erithania]

You're alive, still.



That counts for something, right?

[Vice Ysal]

Ignoring the dripping mess that he was, Vice took the moment of clarity to once more sweep his gaze all around the abandoned car factory. Such a beautiful place it was, lined with equipment and such that could make any mechanic drool over at the possibilities in regards to what could be created. There was a small inkling of want that burned slightly in his chest--maybe there would be a possibility to trade in the junk from here to that woman in order to customise his own motorcycle. That way, maybe he would be able to operate it despite the situation at hand. That would certainly be something else.

Alas, those were thoughts for another time. Another time when he'd be back here, and another time when he'll eventually bring a wrench to tear things apart. For all he knew, that time may be a lot sooner than Vice would expect.