Basking in the Glory of the Past (open)

[Alexander Zolastone]

Rapture... such luxury, such a marvel of ingenuity and ambition. Andrew Ryan... a brilliant, brilliant fool. Everything here was a sham. Alexander had made himself comfortable by a bar, drinking some fine red wine he managed to snatch from behind the bar. His mask was on the bar while his face was hidden by shadow. His cane was leaning on the stool next to him, and Alex... try as he might, was enjoying himself. He sipped the glass and set it down, the silhouette of his head remaining perfectly still.

Rot... Chaos... Decay and Destruction... Destroy it all... Destroy it all...

Everything around him was in shambles. Tables turned, broken glass... and the ramblings of distant Splicers fill the atmosphere with craze and pity. He took another sip, set the glass down, and waited for... something. Anything. He was getting bored. And when he gets bored...

ADAM... Slaughter... Go now...

He'll find some entertainment.

[Clair Bastion]

"Why are there never any angels around this area?"

A small voice echoed though the dim Restaurant.

"Cause all the other little sisters have been working hard. They must have helped all the angels around here already."

There was more to the reason than that but for Little Sisters, Clair found that short answers where more satisfactory than long ones.

"Then why are we here?"

Truth be told Clair had recently taken a liking to trying out some of the alcohol that Rapture had to offer. Translated to an answer for the Little Sister-

"Cause, Jill, your Big Sister is thirsty."

The pair descended a flight of stairs and entered into a better lit area. The light revealed a Big Sister, helmet held to the side, With an oddly still Little Sister riding in the basket on her back. Though catching the sister in better light picked up patches of skin missing that metal glinted though. Anyone familiar with the failed invention would note that the Little Sister was not truly that at all. But in fact a Robotic Little Sister.

"Person...over there."

The doll pointed towards the bar where there was indeed a Splicer facing the bar. Drinking something red. Clair reassessed the room it became apparent that much of the damage dealt to the room was recent. Things seemed less settled than the usual destruction seen around Rapture. Knowing that the small voice that had pointed out the man would catch his attention, Clair held her place. Waiting to see if the Splicer in the room was going to do something foolish.

[Alexander Zolastone]

The silhouette of Alex's head perked up at the sound of a voice addressing him. He turned and saw a Big Sister staring him down. My my, what stroke of fortune is this? A creature teeming with ADAM and a Little Sister came to the hunter!

ADAM! Get it! Kill her! Kill her now!!!

Zolastone picked up his mask and cane, stood up from the stool, and examined the creature. From this distance, he couldn't tell that the Little Sister was fake. But that wouldn't stop him from at least trying to get the ADAM. He took his wine and twirled the glass, watching the red fluid swirl inside. "Tell me... do you talk, creature?" His manner of talking would probably throw people off, since most Splicers are crazed and spout constant gibberish. But not this one. "What about your little friend there?"

[Jacob Grimm]

Jacob had hit rock bottom. It was all gone, his group, his members, there headquarters, and most of all Jacob's hope. That wretched bitch had won, with her spliced up army. Jacob didn't care anymore. He grabbed his trusty wrench, and made his way to go find some alcohol and sulk.

He wandered around for a bit, not really thinking of where he was going, and somehow ended up in the cocktail lounge. What got him out of his wandering stupor, was the fact that not even 3 meters ahead of him was standing a big sister. Another one of the bitch's lackeys.

"Well fuck this." Jacob said calmly, and walked over to pick up a bottle off the ground. It was then he noticed what looked like another person, Jacob just assumed splicer, cause he had no allies, whihc means everyone was on her side.
"Don't mind me. Unless you want to kill me. If that's the case, I'm planning on liver failure, so don't waste your time."

Jacob tore the cork out with his teeth, lazily spat it out, and downed the whole bottle. He then threw the bottle over his shoulder not caring where it landed, and it shattered on the ground, behind the group. Jacob went scavenging for another bottle.

[Clair Bastion]

Where the creature not a splicer, Clair would have been concerned by the donning of facial wear. Likely being some type of helmet. But being what it was the splicer likely was putting on one of the masks that hid there distorted faces from the world. What did rise concern was the immediate questioning of Jill. It was not so much the question itself but more so that the question came out right away. It highlighted that the Splicer was interested in the Little Sister. There was also the fact it had picked up some kind of weapon which was hard to identify the way it was siloueted. Something long perhaps a pipe or some type of stick. It was this behavior that caused Clair to begin backing up to leave the scene. If the creature was smart it would leave her alone but otherwise it would die. To assure that Clair would not be turning her back till reaching the stairs.

Backing up lead to another problem. Distracted by the splicer failed to bring to attention the human that had entered the room. Said human decided to throw something and backing up lead to it catching the outer side of Jill's basket resulting in a high pitched scream. The act threw Clair into a rage, turning around now she identified the human but exposed her back to the Splicer. But since someone was defiantly trying to hurt Jill it didn't matter. Using her increased speed and strength Clair charged at the human with the long syringe strapped to her arm. Hoping to take advantage of the man's drunken, or soon to be drunken, state

[Jacob Grimm]

Jacob after a moment had found another bottle of liquid, and was getting ready to enjoy it, when he heard the footsteps. His self loathing state fell away, and survival mode kicked in. Jacob tucked and rolled forward, out of the way of the big sister's path, and behind a counter.
"Oi fuck off!"

Jacob yelled, as he drew his wrench, and took a more defensive stance. He raised a honeycombed hand, above his wrench, ready to release the little buggers that crawled through his veins.

"I don't want to fight, but that doesn't mean I won't kill you if you try."
Jacob had a ferocious voice, that nearly matched that of a big daddy. He wasn't quite sure if he could kill the big sister, but everyone would get the opposite impression from the sound of his voice.

[pietro]

A steady series of thuds echoed through the halls of the Kashmir Restaurant as Pietro and his bodyguards neared the cocktail lounge. Ahead of Pietro and his guards were two female spider splicers, heading the same way as the trio. They were some "groupies" of Pietro's, and would do nerely anything for him. And though he found their appearance grotesque, and could barely stand the stench emanating from them, he had to admit, they had their uses. Right now, they were scouting ahead, making sure they didn't bump into any other, more dangerous Splicers, or worse, a Big Daddy. Then again, he didn't have anything to fear from the Big Daddies of Rapture. The little sisters held no interest to him.

"Uhhh, boss? Why are we here again?". Butch asked. Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He must have told the big palooka five times since they left the apartment. "I told you, Butch. We haven't been to the Kashmir cocktail lounge for a while now. There could still be some good alchohol there, and we need to stock up whenever we can" he said in his heavy Italian accent.

"But why are you coming along, Boss? It'd be safer for us at the apartment, and you could get some of your other flunkies to handle it." Bernie chimed in. That was a legitimate question, Pietro had to admit. It was unnecessarily dangerous, especially this far from the apartment.

"These Splicers wouldn't know a fine wine from a bottle of tequila. And besides, the apartment was starting to get boring. I need to entertain myself, after all." Pietro chuckled a little as they stepped over some rubble from a broken bathroom wall, taking a shortcut to the lounge. Ahead, Pietro could clearly hear the sound of human voices. The spider splicers ran to Pietro, stopping several feet from him. "There's a fight going on! It looks like there's a Big Sister, too!"

Pietro let out a groan. A Big Sister? They were the worst! If a Big Daddy was dangerous, then a Big Sister was downright deadly. They seemed to be cropping up more frequently as of late, as well. Becoming less and less of a rarity. Butch turned to his boss. "You want us to turn back, boss?" Pietro thought for a moment. It would be safer. But, then again, Pietro was terribly bored. And if there was already a fight going on, then the group had little to worry about. "No, Butch, let's keep going. She'll probably take off in a minute. And besides, this sounds like quite the show!" Pietro giggled to himself as he continued into the room, followed by his bodyguards and the spider splicers.

What he saw was truly an interesting sight. A Splicer in a mask, a Big Sister with what seemed to be a Little Sister in her basket, though she seemed to have bits of metal covering her. And lastly, some poor sap sitting at the bar. Pietro walked in just as he had downed the bottle of.....whatever it was, and toss it over his shoulder. Pietro grinned as it hit the basket containing the "Little Sister", causing her to scream in fear. The Big Sister immediately twirled around and lunged at the man. Pietro giggled a little. This promised to be quite the show. On either side of him, Butch and Bernie stood, using their massive arms as another pair of legs, like gorillas do.

Directly in front of him were the two spider splicers, whos eyes seemed to be fixed on the Big Sister. They were undoubtedly eyeing the Little Sister in her basket, either not noticing or not caring that the creature seemed to be different from any other little sister. He could tell from the way the pair twitched that they desparately wanted to attempt to catch the little girl and squeeze every last bit of Adam from her that they could.

"Now, ladies, hold on. I don't want that Big Sisters attention turned to us." Pietro exclaimed. He motioned for Butch and Bernie to lean towards him. When their ears were close, he whispered to them "If those two things make a break for the Big Sister, stop them. Grab them, break their legs, smash their skulls in, I don't care. But don't let them get near her. Capisci?" Pietro muttered. The two nodded their heads, and Pietro could practically hear the rocks rolling around in their empty skulls as they did so. With that out of the way, Pietro's smile came back to his face as he watched the man deflect the Big Sisters lunge. Letting out a little "Ooh!", Pietro clapped his hands excitedly. He hadn't seen this much action in a long while.

[Alexander Zolastone]

"Now,now... we don't really need that sort of language, do we?" Alex placed the glass on the counter and knocked on it twice to draw Jacob's attention to it. "Have some wine, its good for you." He was still fixed on the Big Sister, but he realised he had company.

More Splicers... My brethren! Assistance!

He looks off into the distance and takes notice of a small group observing the fight. Zolastone smiled behind his mask. It seemed they were under the employ of a human. Pity... But even slaves cannot resist their base instincts. He made the call, a telepathic message in the hopes that it will drive them to fight, maybe even kill themselves against the Big Sister. His plan was to have everyone else wear her down. And when she's weakened, he will take the Little Sister for himself.

Fight... The sweet ADAM calls to you... All the power you need...

He wasn't worried about being attacked. He hadn't done anything to provoke hostility from any of the parties present. though if he needed to, he would draw his sword. But not quite yet. The show must go on.~

[Clair Bastion]

The speed of the charge did not give Clair enough chance to change her direction and catch the human as he rolled past her. Taking a bit more distance to slow down the direction of movement was changed from forward to up. Placing Clair in the rafters that held all the lights for the bar. With the area already being scarcely lit she was now almost as good as invisible in the darkness. The reason for the change was the entering of others into the room, it called for a change in strategy. There where to many Splicers to guarantee safety for Jill not to mention the addition of the humans, so it was time to change the odds. Clair's hand suddenly became noticeably sticky beneath the glove as a green goop appeared in it. The green slime flew out from the darkness above the rafters and caught one of the big brute splicers in the face.

The big guy went from simply standing there one second to smashing the female splicer in front of it into the back of the head, knocking it into the ground where a pool of blood began seeping from the inflicted wound. The brute then turned to its partner standing next to it and attempted a similar blow to the head. It was a successful hit but the brute was unfazed and proceeded to grab the extended arm and throw his partner though the wall behind him. The fight continued out of view as the second brute followed his hypnotized comrade though the wall and into the next room. Leaving Pietro without any guards, not that he needed them as the remaining female splicer took her opening to attempt to charge Clair for the desired ADAM contained in her basket.

Clair on the other hand was not watching the effects of her hypnotize, instead hoping it would distract everyone else while she activated her incinerate plasmid and grabbed onto one of the support beams that held up the rafter of lights. The hope was to heat it up until it separated and caused the rafter to drop and swing towards her main target, the human. the plan changed when the spider splicer jumped up to Clair, swinging from under to behind using its hooks, forcing Clair to let go of the beam early and change her hold to the face of the splicer. It screamed, loud, unable to strike back with her hooks looped into the rafter and unable to think due to the immense pain. As Clair's hand burned into the creatures face the beam still gave way. But now there was no time to correctly jump off. There was only the chance to try and get away before she became a tangled mess in the rafter and the splicer.

All at once Clair used the points of her syringe hand to keep a tight hold onto the splicer, while beginning to drain ADAM from its body which had become limp, and leaped from the falling rafter. "Hang on Jill!" Clair gave a last minuet warning as the maneuver was not going well. The doll used its robotic grip to grab the side of the basket. Clair on the other hand hit the ground face first and slid across it. She recovered quickly and even as she stood up her abrasions healed, in her hand only the head of the splicer remained. It was quickly dropped as its ADAM supply was gone.

The room now was in complete darkness, the only light now destroyed, rushing over to and donning her helmet gave Clair the ability to see. But made her the only definitive thing to be attacked in the darkness as the red lights of the helmet lit up. The bar was defiantly smashed, still standing but there was a rafter of lights crushed though it. Clair couldn't help but think this might be a good time to flee as she could not see her initial target. But something wouldn't let her go. It would be the smarter thing to do but the human had tried to hurt Jill, she wanted to assure he would not try to chase them down.

((OOC: I did not directly hurt any players, feel free to decide your own fates in the mess. Xiphl I left the result of Butch & Burnies fight up to you. As well as which ever one I took over, since they both look the same. At least one of them should be beat up a bit...if not both. ))

[Jacob Grimm]

Jacob heard the man behind him, and slightly turned to see the splicer from earlier. His face wrinkled up like he smelled something foul, but he went back to the big sister, who jumped on the rafter, and began causing hell with the other splicers, who Jacob hadn't seen enter.

Jacob wasn't sure what to do, he was getting more cornered by the second. He didn't let his worry show though. His face got more determined as the situation turned shit. Jacob didn't watch the chaos the brute splicers caused, and it was a good thing too. The rafter came down, and Jacob barely dodged out of the way, by jumping back over the counter, grabbing another bottle of liquor as the counter as the counter was smashed.

Jacob raised his left hand, and unleashed his swarm, on whatever was in his way to the exit, just using them as a distraction, then as an attack. Jacob was washed in darkness, and just heading in the right direction when he ran into someone. As they hit the ground Jacob's eyes adjusted and he saw what he thought to be a fancy looking human.
"C'mon bud I say it's not worth the drink anymore."

Jacob said as he helped Pietro up. Jacob immediately began running, hoping the guy had enough common sense to follow.

[pietro]

Pietro was slightly stunned as the chaos unfolded around him. Everything happened so quickly. In a matter of seconds, one of his Splicer flunkies had been killed and Butch, thanks to the Big Sister's hypnotize plasmid, had clocked Bernie in the jaw, causing the two to slam each other through a wall. Pietro let out a low growl as all of his defensss left him in less than thirty seconds. He reached into his jacket and quickly pulled out a pistol, a menacing glare covering his face. "Do you know who I am? I AM PIETRO DE LUCA, YOU BITCH!" He shouted in a rage as his one remaining spider splicer jumped up into the raftors. He quickly brought his pistol up to his face and aimed it in the general direction of the Big Sister when he heard a fight breaking out. Apparently, his splicer friend had found her. Unfortunately, he quickly heard a scream. The splicer had been defeated. Not that it came as a surprise to him.

The raftors began to crack until, all at once, the Big Sister and the remains of his groupie fell down. However, the room quickly went dark, before Pietro could get a shot off. He scanned cautiously, swapping his pistol to his non-dominant hand. Meanwhile, his right hand began to glow as the skin cracked open, revealing the fire running through his veins as he readied his Incinerate plasmid. Though he wasn't paying attention, he could hear Butch and Bernie talking in the hole in the wall. The hypnotize had worn off, apparently. Good. Now, all he needed to do was find that Big Siste-THERE!

Across the room from him, cutting through the darkness, was a red light. The telltale red light of an angry Big Sister. Pietro brought his hand up and prepared to spread fire all over the Big Sisters face when he was slammed into by a fleeing man. He fell right on his ass, which threw him for a loop. Without thinking, he grabbed the mans hand as he helped him up. By this time, Butch and Bernie were calling for him. "Boss, we should get outta here." One of them called. Pietro cursed quietly under his breath as he brushed off his coat, his hand now returned to normal. "C'mon, boys. We'll kill this Big Sister later..." Pietro called to his bodyguards as he turned and ran back to the bathrooms, the way they had come from. He would have to check the bar there some other time. He could hear the steady thumping of Butch and Bernie following him as they ran to a safe distance before walking at a brisk pace back to their apartment.